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

Obviously, no.

Not only did Wen Yinuo see it clearly, he was also almost choked by the shock of Fu Jincheng's outfit.

Especially, the already funny outfit, coupled with Fu Jincheng's 1.9-meter tall stature and embarrassed look.

Fortunately, Wen Yinuo still remembered that Fu Jincheng had been teased in a situation similar to the one he was facing now. He was so embarrassed and angry that he did not go home that night and hid in a tree to imitate bird calls.

After being found, Wen Jian coaxed the person down from the tree for a long time before finally bringing him home.

Wen Yinuo didn't have the energy or emotional stability to coax his brother who was hiding in the tree and imitating bird calls, but he also didn't want Fu Jincheng to leave.

The boy decisively made the easiest choice: trying not to laugh.

Considering Fu Jincheng's self-esteem, Wen Yinuo, after much hesitation, went against his conscience and praised Fu Jincheng:

"Brother, you have good taste in clothes."

Fu Jincheng: ...

Although Xiaobao's tone was very serious, without any sarcasm in it.

But he felt even more humiliated.

The young man said nothing, pursed his lips and looked cold. He walked over, put down the computer, and quickly ran back to the room. He changed into an ordinary T-shirt and trousers and came out again.

Without that embarrassing outfit, Fu Jincheng became much more cheerful and confident.

He pretended not to see Wen Yinuo's complicated look, sat down next to the boy, and started to show off and ask for praise like a peacock spreading its tail:

"How is it? Is it to your taste?"

Wen Yinuo has such a filter for Fu Jincheng that he will praise anything that he can eat.

Not to mention, the breakfast made by Fu Jincheng was exactly what he liked.

"It's delicious." Wen Yinuo nodded and praised honestly, "Brother, your cooking skills have improved again."

Fu Jincheng drove his tail smugly, and after watching the boy finish his breakfast, he asked again:

"It's too late to go to the hospital in the morning at this time. How about we go to the hospital in the afternoon?"

I was extremely nervous, fearing that Wen Yinuo would ask me to go in the morning.

Fu Jincheng's heart didn't settle until he heard the young man say "OK" in a low voice.

Fortunately, his little treasure is reasonable enough.

Otherwise, if I really want to go now, even though the cooperation with the hospital and the government has been agreed, the invited actors have not yet arrived.

If we go to the hospital now, it will be impossible to trick Wen Yinuo into filling out the questionnaire.

Not to mention that he had no idea of ​​Wen Yinuo's current mental state, if Anton knew that he was called up in the middle of the night to work like a slave and not get the job done, he would be so angry that he would jump off the plane.

Although that guy had jumped over it before and nothing happened.

But that was in the snow.

There is no snow here, so it’s hard to say whether you will die if you jump from the plane.

Wen Yinuo’s thoughts were much simpler than Fu Jincheng’s.

He simply thought that he was not the one who needed the injection.

Fu Jincheng himself is not in a hurry, so he doesn't need to be anxious either.

Two people whose brains were running in completely different directions strangely came up with an answer that satisfied each other.

Wen Yinuo had his breakfast under the gaze of Fu Jincheng, who was smiling in a worthless way, and then a tail appeared behind him.

Whatever he does, his tail will follow him.

But he just followed me like a thief, taking out his phone to reply to messages now and then.

"Brother." Wen Yinuo sighed for the third time, then looked up at the young man who was halfway through hanging up the framed Su embroidery and secretly replied to the message, "You don't have to keep watching over me."

If you have something to do, go there openly.

This feels really stealthy.

Fu Jincheng quickly put his phone back into his pocket, fiddled with the things in his hands, and said seriously: "I have nothing to do. It's so boring to be alone."

"Or do you dislike your brother, Xiaobao?"

Wen Yinuo: ...

As long as the notification bell rang every minute, he would believe it.

But looking at Fu Jincheng's condition, it was obviously impossible to drive him away.

What else can he say? Just keep guarding it.

More than an hour passed in a flash. Fu Jincheng counted his heartbeats and estimated that Anton had most likely brought the professional actors to the hospital they were going to. Then he pretended to speak casually:

"Xiaobao, what time is it now?"

Wen Yinuo: ...

Looking up at the wall clock opposite Fu Jincheng, the boy said calmly: "It's almost twelve o'clock."

Is there really nothing wrong with his brother's eyes?

This is exactly what Fu Jincheng was waiting for.

The young man hung up the framed embroidery in his hand, jumped from the chair to Wen Yinuo in one step, and almost knelt down on his knees to bow.

Wen Yinuo wanted to save Fu Jincheng's face, but seeing his feet twisted into a weird arc and his shoes flying off, he still couldn't control his worry:

"Brother, is your foot okay?"

Of course Fu Jincheng is fine.

The young man acted as if nothing had happened and walked naturally to Wen Yinuo's side.

As Fu Jincheng lowered his eyes, his gaze passed unnaturally over the boy's shiny white neck and fell on the half-wiped glass frame.

Fu Jincheng tried his best to make his tone sound natural: "Let me wipe it."

"It's almost time, Xiaobao, go pack up first and go to the hospital later."

Wen Yinuo remained silent, looking at Fu Jincheng with an indescribable look, then looked at himself.

After comparing several times, Wen Yinuo said seriously: "Brother, don't you think the amplitude of the jump just now was a bit too big?"

There was nothing wrong with Fu Jincheng's clothes, so he just needed to change his shoes when going out.

The only problem was his hair.

Fu Jincheng is tall to begin with, and he looks even taller when standing on the stool.

When he took down the embroidery from the wall and cleaned it, in order to look cool in front of Wen Yinuo, he moved his arms and legs up and down the chair with unusually large movements.

After more than an hour, my hair, which I had simply styled in the morning for the meeting, had become a mess.

Only Fu Jincheng couldn't see it, and his mind was full of thinking about how to trick Wen Yinuo into filling out the measurement form truthfully when he got to the hospital, so he didn't notice it.

After being awakened, Fu Jincheng went out with a nervous mood.

More than ten seconds later, Wen Yinuo, who had not moved, heard a wailing sound.

Fu Jincheng looked at the mess on his head in the mirror and was almost crying with anger.

His original plan to change his appearance in Wen Yinuo's eyes was completely ruined this morning.

The ruined image made Fu Jincheng still sad even when he took Wen Yinuo to the parking lot.

The car had driven quite a distance, and Fu Jincheng was still grieving over the failed plan to change his image. The modified car, whose performance was comparable to that of a racing car, was moving at a snail's pace as he drove.

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Mr. Fu used to be very unreliable (I won’t spoil this for you), but he has no problem being a brother.

But if he changes his identity, Mr. Fu feels that he can no longer be so out of tune, so he plans to start changing his image from the appearance which is the easiest to change.

Then the image reversal plan failed on the first day

awful