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

Inside the airport lobby.

Anton, who had been waiting for more than half an hour, held the thick clothes he had taken off in one hand and the gift he had brought in the other, and calmly waited for the person who would come to pick him up amid the strange looks from the people coming and going.

Fu Jincheng and Wen Yinuo, who came to pick up the plane, were still in the parking lot.

"Don't worry about it." Fu Jincheng gently comforted the uneasy boy, "Anton won't care about these."

Wen Yinuo got out of the car and looked at the pile of things in the back seat that could not be ignored. He was still worried: "Really? Will he think I'm too naive?"

Then he thought that he was not suitable to be Fu Jincheng's younger brother.

"No." Fu Jincheng did not hide the disgust on his face, "It's hard for me to explain."

"For details, you will know when you see him later, Xiaobao."

"I've seen him several times." Wen Yinuo said seriously, "Before in the hospital, and also when you and he had a video conference."

"That's different." Fu Jincheng had a headache. "When Anton is at work and when he's not at work, he gives people two completely different feelings."

With a head full of doubts, Wen Yinuo saw Anton across the crowd and at a distance of more than 20 meters, under the guidance of Fu Jincheng, and finally understood the meaning of those previous words.

Even if he had lived two lifetimes, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wen Yinuo couldn't have imagined that someone would wear the funny clothes found on the Internet so openly and sit in the airport.

The key point is that Anton, dressed in the clothes of a spirited little brother, is still very calm.

He was not affected at all by the strange looks from people around him.

After taking a look, Wen Yinuo retracted his gaze and looked at Fu Jincheng hesitantly: "Brother, how about I go back to the car and wait for you."

"Go and pick it up."

He really couldn't bear the shame of being watched.

Fu Jincheng was silent for a few seconds, then took Wen Yinuo's hand and returned the same way.

Back in the car, Fu Jincheng rubbed his temples, which were throbbing with anger at Anton, and dialed the phone.

Anton received the call and was scolded before he had time to express his surprise.

Before Anton could even react to what he was being scolded about, he was hit hard by the last sentence:

"Put on your coat before you come to the parking lot, or get the hell out of here and go back to Yanjing!"

Anton: "But Boss, it's really hot."

"That's better than being embarrassed." Fu Jincheng wanted to slap Anton twice to wake him up. "I don't understand. My aunt and uncle's aesthetic taste can be said to be elegant."

"According to genetics, even if you didn't inherit the good ones, you can still be normal, right?"

"How can you be so weird that calling someone ugly is an insult to the word ugly?"

Anton felt wronged.

Is his aesthetic sense really that bad?

I feel pretty good about myself.

In the parking lot, Fu Jincheng hung up the phone and looked down at Wen Yinuo in the car.

His little treasure is still the best.

Wen Yinuo, who felt Fu Jincheng's praising gaze without thinking:?

What's wrong with his brother?

The two didn't have to wait long in the parking lot before Anton appeared in front of them, dragging two huge suitcases.

Although they just saw each other from a distance of dozens of meters, that glance was not enough to change Anton's image as a business elite with some mental problems in Wen Yinuo's eyes.

So when facing him, Wen Yinuo still couldn't help feeling nervous.

The boy glanced cautiously at the blond, blue-eyed foreigner and retreated back into the car.

As a result, Anton's fluent Northeastern dialect completely eliminated the unfamiliarity caused by their different appearances.

Although Wen Yinuo didn't understand what Anton said, the familiar dialect gave him the illusion that Anton was not a foreigner.

"Speak properly." Fu Jincheng raised his foot and kicked Anton's calf, "Xiaobao can't understand your dialect."

Anton smiled awkwardly and switched to standard Mandarin.

Six months ago, when he met Wen Yinuo, he wanted to acknowledge this cute little brother.

At that time, Fu Jincheng used Wen Yinuo's psychological problems as an excuse to drive him away.

Later, as Wen Yinuo gradually recovered from his psychological problems, Anton and Wen Yinuo came into contact.

As a result, Fu Jincheng piled a lot of work on him, leaving him with no time to come to Qiongzhou.

The reason he had the opportunity to come this time, not only because he pestered him until the holiday, but also because Fu Jincheng asked him to bring something from Yanjing.

Looking at the cute Wen Yinuo sitting in the car, Anton smiled so much that wrinkles appeared on his face. He pushed the big red suitcase on his left hand towards the car door as if to take credit, and smiled exactly like a pervert who kidnapped a child:

"Hey, hey, a gift for you."

Even though he knew that Anton had no ill intentions, Wen Yinuo, who was not used to such looks, still looked at Fu Jincheng with a pleading look.

Fu Jincheng, who was also speechless by Anton, stepped forward and stood between the two of them:

"Okay. Let's talk when we get home."

"Xiaobao is not in good health and can't stay outside for too long."

When Anton heard that it was related to Wen Yinuo, he had no objection at all.

The two suitcases filled the trunk, and the rest was packed in bags and the things in his hands. Anton originally wanted to put them in the back seat.

As a result, as soon as he stretched out his hand, before he touched the back door, he withdrew it under the threatening eyes of Fu Jincheng.

He could only sit in the passenger seat, holding a pile of things that were half his size.

Seeing him struggling to squeeze into the passenger seat, Wen Yinuo kindly reminded him, "Put something here with me."

He was the only one in the back seat, which was very spacious.

Of course Anton wanted to let go, but Fu Jincheng was about to stab him with a threatening look right beside him.

If he wanted to let it go, he could only say something against his will:

"It's okay. I just like to cuddle."

"Besides, the weather is a bit cold, it will be warmer if I hold you."

Wen Yinuo looked at his sweaty forehead and tactfully chose not to say anything.

From the airport to home, Anton chattered all the way back.

Whatever you see, you can talk about it.

Wen Yinuo finally understood what Fu Jincheng meant when he told him before, "You are completely two different people when you go to work and when you don't."

Although Anton may be a little off-key at work, he is generally trustworthy and reliable.

Not working...it wouldn't feel weird to send him to a mental hospital.

But Anton himself doesn't think so.

Even later, when the other two people in the car ignored him and just talked to themselves, he could still keep talking.

Just before getting off the car, he reluctantly closed his mouth and started moving the suitcase.

The big red suitcase was casually picked up, and Fu Jincheng and Anton moved the other silver suitcase together.

It was so carefully crafted that it's no exaggeration to say that the imperial seal was placed inside.

Wen Yinuo, wearing a mask and standing quietly aside, was very curious why they treated a suitcase like this.

After watching the suitcase land on the ground, he asked, "Brother, what's in it?"

Fu Jincheng and Anton both froze.