After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Wen Yinuo, who carried the bowl back to his room, was also unable to calm down.

But compared to Fu Jincheng, who showed all his emotions, Wen Yinuo's face was calm.

All the surging emotions were suppressed in the boy's heart.

Wen Yinuo calmly put down the bowl, calmly tidied the messy quilt, calmly remembered Zhao Lingyun's instructions, and took a photo of the porridge he had not finished and sent it to her.

As you stay quiet, the emotions suppressed in the deepest part of your heart will temporarily dissipate.

He mechanically drank the bowl of porridge one spoonful at a time. He didn't hear Fu Jincheng calling him, and out of boredom, he started knocking on the bowl with the spoon.

The porcelain spoon hits the porcelain bowl, making a crisp "ding ding ding" sound.

At the beginning, Wen Yinuo was knocking the bowl in a trance.

But I don’t know at what moment, the boy came to his senses and heard the "ding ding ding" sound. He became so annoyed that he couldn’t control himself. He raised his hand and smashed the bowl and spoon to the ground.

After a series of "crackling" sounds, the broken pieces of bowl and spoon were scattered all over the floor.

Wen Yinuo sat on the chair, looking at the fragments on the ground blankly.

How come it only broke into so few pieces?

he thinks.

If I had known earlier, I would have smashed it harder and crushed them all into powder.

Just like him, the kind that will never get better.

But when he came to his senses from his stupor, Wen Yinuo's eyes were instantly filled with fear again.

What to do what ....

He didn't want to be scolded by his brother whom he finally saw again after two lifetimes, and he didn't want to be beaten even more.

But if he broke something, he would definitely be scolded and beaten.

How about hiding these pieces? If they are not seen, they will not be beaten.

No, no. Wen Yinuo shook his head violently to get rid of this idea from his mind.

There will always be a day when you will be discovered if you hide something. When that happens, besides deliberately breaking the bowl, you can also lie.

He was going to be beaten twice.

He did not want.

But what can be done to prevent the broken pieces of bowl and spoon on the ground from being discovered?

Wen Yinuo was very distressed.

Until the faint sound of footsteps came to his ears, urging Wen Yinuo on like an evil ghost.

The boy, who was extremely panicked and frightened, finally thought of a way to avoid being discovered.

——If he hides it, he will be found, so why not just eat all these things?

As long as he ate, his brother would never find out that he had smashed the bowl and spoon on purpose.

At this time, Wen Yinuo's brain had no room left to think about the consequences if the broken porcelain pieces entered a person's stomach.

The only thought in his mind was "Don't let his brother find out that he broke the bowl and spoon on purpose."

Just as he picked up a small piece of porcelain and was about to put it into his mouth, his hand was grasped tightly by someone and he couldn't move.

Wen Yinuo was so scared that his hands were shaking. He looked up and found that the person holding his hand was his brother. He shook even more violently and struggled violently.

Fu Jincheng snatched the porcelain piece from his hand, threw it far away, and hugged the boy tightly regardless of his struggle.

Wen Yinuo didn't dare to struggle anymore, his whole body was shaking with fear.

"Brother, brother." The boy's voice was full of fear and flattery, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to smash the bowl, brother! Don't hit me!"

Fu Jincheng's hand, which was patting the boy's back to comfort him, froze. He felt so heartbroken that it bleeds. His hatred for the Gu family who took Wen Yinuo away and the Fu family who stopped him from looking for him became stronger than ever.

He responded to Wen Yinuo's actions with a gentle tone:

"Don't be afraid, Xiaobao, your brother is here."

"It's just a bowl. If it breaks, it breaks."

"Xiaobao, if you like to throw things, I'll buy it for you."

The young man in his arms was still trembling slightly, his hands tightly grasping the clothes on Fu Jincheng's chest. He raised his eyes, looking at him timidly with confused eyes, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

"Really?" Wen Yinuo's voice was so soft that Fu Jincheng couldn't hear it clearly even though he stepped back an centimeter. "Brother, don't you blame me? You won't hit me?"

Fu Jincheng exhaled deeply and held the boy tighter in his arms: "No."

He couldn't bear it.

"Xiaobao is the baby that my brother has been waiting for for a long time."

"Brother will never blame Xiaobao."

"As far as brother is concerned, Xiaobao is never wrong. Xiaobao can do whatever he wants."

Wen Yinuo let go of the hand that was grabbing Fu Jincheng's clothes, hugged the young man back, and leaned on his shoulder, his voice choked with sobs and grievance:

“It wasn’t like this before.”

"They...I...would beat and scold me if I accidentally broke something."

Wen Yinuo himself couldn't remember how many slaps he had received in the Gu family.

Fu Jincheng's eyes were extremely gloomy, and the strong hatred bit his heart like a vine, not giving him a chance to breathe.

The only clarity and tenderness were given to the young man in her arms.

He listened quietly to the boy's complaints, over and over again, and never tired of telling him in his ear that it was not his fault.

The Gu family is wrong.

"Then why do they blame me?" Wen Yinuo felt even more aggrieved, "It's obviously not my fault."

"It's not that I want to go back with them..."

Fu Jincheng didn't know how to explain to the confused boy for a moment.

He pursed his lips and thought for a long time:

"Xiaobao, do you want to personally get back the grievances you've suffered?"

No sound.

Fu Jincheng lowered his eyes and saw that the young man lying on his shoulder had tears on his face and had fallen asleep.

Looking at Wen Yinuo's sleeping face, all the violence in Fu Jincheng's heart disappeared in an instant, leaving only softness in his heart.

He suppressed his inner impulse, stood up carefully, put Wen Yinuo on the bed, and covered him with a quilt considerately.

After using a wet tissue to wipe the tears from the boy's face, he squatted down and picked up the fragments on the ground one by one.

Just as the large fragments were picked up, the boy who was put on the bed let out a groan and woke up.

Fu Jincheng stopped picking up the fragments for a moment, pretending nothing had happened, and continued picking up the pieces.

When Wen Yinuo woke up, his brain was still in a daze. He couldn't figure out the current situation for a while, and couldn't remember what happened before.

He rubbed his eyes, crawled from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, looked at the young man squatting on the ground, and asked curiously: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Fu Jincheng's performance was flawless: "Xiaobao is awake?"

"My brother just broke a bowl and is picking up the pieces."

"Xiaobao, stay on the bed first. Wait until I clean up the debris on the floor before coming down."

"Let's go see mom later."