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

Wen Yinuo was touched and amused by Fu Jincheng's hesitant tone:

"What do you mean by count?"

"Because it's running all over the world." Fu Jincheng was helpless. "When we rescued it, the locator placed on it showed that it could swim at least 200 kilometers a day."

"Running around the world."

"If Xiaobao wants to see it, he needs to predict its trajectory at least half a month in advance."

"Of course, that may not be possible."

After all, the ocean is so big, and as a thoughtful whale, it is possible that it would suddenly turn around.

"But at least, it's free." Wen Yinuo looked at the projection, where the whale was swimming freely in the sea, with tiny lights flashing in his eyes.

In the fragmented light, there are sighs, envy, and more importantly, yearning and hope.

Wen Yinuo hopes very much that one day he can be as free as this whale.

Fu Jincheng glanced at the young man, several sour emotions surging in his chest.

He pinched his palm, restrained his inner desire, raised his hand, and rubbed Wen Yinuo's head affectionately several times.

"Happy 17th birthday." He repeated the blessing again, "I hope every day of your future will be as free and beautiful as the wind."

The aquarium was very quiet, and even though Wen Yinuo's voice was very low, Fu Jincheng still heard the word "thank you".

The young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, but he pretended not to hear the thank you and stood quietly.

It was almost eleven o'clock when the two left the aquarium.

In Wen Yinuo's opinion, there is absolutely no problem in driving home to rest at this time.

But Fu Jincheng, who kept in mind the doctor's advice and remembered that young people should not stay up late, said that this was absolutely not possible.

If you drive home at this time, even if you drive within the speed limit and at the fastest speed, it will take you about 11:30.

I'll just tidy up at that time and another hour will have passed.

Including the time spent rolling around in bed, it would take an hour and a half.

I immediately went to bed at a normal time and stayed up late into the night.

From the time Wen Yinuo offered to receive treatment until now, Fu Jincheng has not allowed him to stay up all night.

Today is no exception.

So, less than ten minutes ago, the brother who had gently celebrated Wen Yinuo's birthday suddenly became an iron-faced, cold-blooded person, and took the muttering boy to the hotel that had been booked in advance to rest.

After entering the room, Fu Jincheng laughed dumbly at Wen Yinuo's pouting mouth:

"Still angry?"

Wen Yinuo turned around and ignored him.

Fu Jincheng was very shameless. He walked around and sat down in front of Wen Yinuo, and began to shirk responsibility:

"I can't help it."

"The doctor said you can't stay up late. I'm a layman, so I can't go against the doctor, right?"

Wen Yinuo glared at him and whispered, "It's just one day, the doctor won't know."

"That's not necessarily true." Fu Jincheng began to talk nonsense, "Isn't it said that psychologists can see what a person is thinking?"

"My mental state isn't as good as yours, Xiaobao."

"If I stay up all night, I'll definitely be exposed in front of the psychiatrist next time."

“Then you’ll be scolded.”

Wen Yinuo resisted the urge to laugh and said with a straight face: "I think you have read too many novels. It's not that mysterious."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pinched on the face.

"Are you willing to pay attention to me now?"

Wen Yinuo avoided Fu Jincheng's sight and explained softly:

"It's not because I don't want to live outside."

"But the medicine is all at home, I'm afraid..."

He was afraid that if he didn't take the medicine, he would not be able to control the attack.

Today was such a good day, and he didn't want to ruin it because of himself.

"Then you don't trust me, your brother." Fu Jincheng pretended to be sad, "Would I be the kind of person who forgets to bring medicine?"

As early as the beginning of the plan, Fu Jincheng had engraved the matter of carrying medicine into his DNA.

You can forget about everything except bringing medicine for the sick children at home.

Wen Yinuo, who knew his brother's habit of leaving things in a mess, smiled in surprise and curiously asked him when he thought of giving him this surprise today.

Fu Jincheng smiled mysteriously: "This is a secret."

This idea came to me in my previous life, when I saw Wen Yinuo being kicked out of the house on his eighteenth birthday.

At that time, since he couldn't really do it, he could only think about it in his mind. That's why he dug out a sentence and expectation that Wen Yinuo had said casually before and turned it into the birthday time.

After being reborn, Wen Yinuo has not even celebrated his eighteenth birthday.

But the first three birthdays need to be made up first.

As for his eighteenth birthday which has not yet arrived, Fu Jincheng has different plans from his previous life.

After all, there is always a difference between making up for it after you have passed it and passing it directly.

After successfully coaxing Wen Yinuo to sleep through a secret, Fu Jincheng turned on the computer and started to deal with today's work.

With Anton, an assistant who is proficient in all kinds of skills at work, there are not many documents that Fu Jincheng needs to process after they have passed through his hands.

In terms of specific differences, it's probably like a mosquito and an elephant.

It took more than half an hour to finish processing the two documents for today, and Fu Jincheng quietly opened the door of the room where Wen Yinuo slept.

On the bed, the boy with a peaceful sleeping face was immersed in the pure white and soft bedding. Even in his dream, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fu Jincheng sat by the bed for a long time, raised his hand to lift the strands of hair that were blocking Wen Yinuo's forehead, bent his fingers, and carefully and gently traced the facial contours of the sleeping boy several times.

In those green eyes, which were clearer than emerald, there was a tenderness that could drown a person.

"Xiaobao...how long do you want me to wait?" Fu Jincheng murmured softly.

It seemed like he was asking the sleeping boy, or like he was talking to himself.

"Also, you trust me so much and stay close to me every day, do you know what I'm thinking?"

When he said this, Fu Jincheng himself did not notice the terrifying possessiveness in his eyes.

"If this continues, I can't guarantee that I can still be satisfied with just being a brother like I thought at the beginning."

That being said, the final action was just the young man kissing the fingers that had traced the contours of Wen Yinuo's face.

The kissed finger gently touched the boy's brow.

"Sleep well." Fu Jincheng's eyes softened again, "From now on, no one will disturb you anymore."

The sleeping boy turned over and faced Fu Jincheng.

After a moment of surprise, Fu Jincheng gently rolled up Wen Yinuo's sleeves.

After confirming again and again that there were no new scars, he tucked the quilt in for Wen Yinuo and tiptoed out of the room.