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

For the first time in his life, Anton's brain worked faster than Fu Jincheng's and he answered before him:

"Ahahaha, this, this... this is my urn!"

"Yes, what's in here is my urn!"

Anton himself didn't think there was anything wrong with this answer, but Fu Jincheng felt very embarrassed.

It sounds like nonsense to fool people. Only someone like Anton who has intermittent seizures can say that.

He was about to explain, but Wen Yinuo, who asked the question, smiled with understanding.

Obviously, what's in the suitcase is another secret that cannot be told.

"Then you must protect it well." Wen Yinuo followed Anton's words and gave himself and him a way out, "Don't throw away the urn, or you will have no place to live after you die."

Anton nodded repeatedly and turned to look at Fu Jincheng, trying to get praise from him.

Fu Jincheng was completely shocked by their strange conversation. He couldn't think of any suitable words and could only respond with silence.

Anton was not sad even though he didn't receive any praise. Instead, he was very happy.

Woo woo woo woo, after living for almost twenty years, he finally met someone who could understand his way of thinking!

Thinking of this, Anton looked at Wen Yinuo with a more kind look.

If Fu Jincheng was not around, Anton would have asked to take Wen Yinuo to his home long ago.

Anyway, his family has money and land, and his parents always talk about wanting a reliable and well-behaved child.

It just so happens that Wen Yinuo meets all their requirements.

If I bring this back home, maybe I can explain to my parents the mistake of accidentally blowing up the house.

Wen Yinuo, who had been stared at by Anton with inexplicable eyes all the way, couldn't wait to retreat to Wen Jian'e's room as soon as he got home.

Anton didn't want to be alone with Fu Jincheng, so he tried to catch up.

As a result, he had just taken a step when he was pulled back by the scruff of the neck.

Anton: ...helphelp! Someone come and save him!

"No one came to save you." Fu Jincheng dragged Anton to the kitchen with a cold face, pressed him on a chair, and began to sharpen the knife.

Anton was frightened by his action and began to tremble all over. His Adam's apple rolled nervously and he stammered:

"Boss, you're not going to chop me up and eat me, are you?"

Fu Jincheng paused while sharpening the knife, then raised his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.

Anton: "Absolutely not! If people eat each other, they will be infected with prions! They will turn into zombies!"

Fu Jincheng had no intention of eating him, but he did want to split Anton's brain open to see what was inside:

"Really? Then chop it up and feed it to the rabbits."

Anton tried to impress his cold and heartless cousin by acting cute, but Fu Jincheng forced him to be serious again by chopping the chopping board with a kitchen knife.

"Alright." Fu Jincheng had a faint smile on his face. "You? Even the rabbits my little treasure raises think you have a low IQ."

"No one is going to eat you, just sit there."

Anton said "Oh" and sat upright on the bench, just like a seven or eight-year-old kid who had just started primary school.

Fu Jincheng is still sharpening the knife.

Anton, who couldn't sit still, finally spoke up after hearing the sound of knife sharpening beside him:

"Boss, if you don't want to eat me, why did you ask me to come here?"

Does he have some special ability? Is it possible that the knife is sharper when he is around?

"So that you don't bother Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng didn't hide a word and directly expressed his dislike, "By the way, I have something to ask you."

"It's rare." Anton's face immediately broke into a smile, "Boss, you still have time to ask me."

Although it has only been a few years since I met Fu Jincheng, he is not much older than me.

But Anton was crushed in every aspect.

Fu Jincheng looked carefully at the freshly sharpened knife against the light.

He ran his fingertips over the knife several times to make sure it was sharp enough. Then he took out a fish from the refrigerator behind him and asked Anton, who had nothing else to do, while cutting the fish:

"How are you dealing with the people on the list that the Fu family and I gave you?"

As soon as a serious question came up, Anton immediately got into work mode.

Although his appearance hasn't changed to the naked eye, he gives people the feeling that he is a completely different person.

"According to your request, the second scum and the third scum are now fighting."

"As for Da Zha, the people I found have already taken photos of him digging up the Fu family's ancestral grave."

"Those on the list were not completely killed, but they are still alive."

"Let those two continue fighting, and by the way, tell the rest of the Fu family about Da Zha digging up the ancestral grave." After cutting the fish, Fu Jincheng took out the radish and started carving it. "As for those on the list..."

"Focus on giving me attention to those people's children."

"If there are any problems, find evidence and contact the victim's family."

"After beating him up, send him to the police station."

Anton made an "OK" gesture to show that he understood.

"And." Fu Jincheng looked at Anton, his green eyes no longer relaxed, "If you want to live, be more restrained when you are in Yanjing."

"Don't be so flashy every day, and don't be silly and use your real name."

"It's been less than half a year, and I've thwarted and blocked so many assassination attempts on your behalf that I can't even count them on one hand."

Anton smiled in an extremely flattering manner: "Hehehe. I knew that you, cousin, still have feelings for me and you don't want to see me die."

"Don't." Fu Jincheng rolled his eyes at him. "I'm just worried that something might happen to you and I won't be able to explain to my aunt and uncle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Jincheng suddenly gasped, pinched his fingers and ran out of the kitchen.

Anton, who was not allowed to leave, sat in the kitchen in a daze, unable to understand what the boss's intention was in leaving the kitchen.

The intention is simple.

Fu Jincheng accidentally scratched the index finger of his left hand while carving radish flowers.

The wound was so big that it would take a minute for it to heal if left untreated.

Fu Jincheng must seize this opportunity to act pitiful in front of Wen Yinuo before his wound heals.

Wen Yinuo, who was studying the next stitch, was holding the needle when he suddenly heard Fu Jincheng's voice:

"Xiaobao, where is the Band-Aid at home?"

Upon hearing that Fu Jin was injured, Wen Yinuo immediately put down the needle in his hand and trotted out.

"What happened? Is the wound big? Why don't we go to the village clinic to treat it first, and then go to the hospital to get a tetanus shot." The boy's voice was full of worry and anxiety.

Fu Jincheng, who just wanted to play the victim to gain sympathy and didn't want to get the injection, tried hard to squeeze out two drops of blood from the wound: "It's okay, I just accidentally cut my hand when I was cutting vegetables just now, the wound is not big."

"Just put a Band-Aid on it."

Wen Yinuo, who has experienced the deterioration of a minor wound, does not think that a minor wound can be ignored.

After finding the Band-Aid, he took out some alcohol and topical medication.

Fu Jincheng's heart skipped a beat: "No need for alcohol or drugs."

Wen Yinuo didn't answer him, but stretched out his hand: "Where is the wound? Let me see."

Fu Jincheng stretched out his left index finger shyly: "...Did you see it? It's really not serious."

It is indeed not serious, but in Wen Yinuo's eyes, it is not a wound that can be ignored.

"No need to apply medicine, but disinfection is still necessary." As the young man spoke, he wiped the blood off Fu Jincheng's fingers, sprayed them with alcohol and cleaned them twice before putting a Band-Aid on them.

He was still worried: "Brother, don't cook, let me do it."

Fu Jincheng:!!!

Don’t do that!

He used this wound to gain sympathy.

His Xiaobao cooks, but he can really send him to see Wen Jian!

"It's okay, really." Fu Jincheng rejected Wen Yinuo at the first moment, "This wound is nothing."

"Besides, we have guests coming to our house today. We can't let them eat bread with us."

Wen Yinuo was still worried: "But..."

"I promise!" Fu Jincheng put his four fingers together and swore, interrupting the boy's unspoken words, "I will definitely not touch the water!"

Anyway, Anton is here.

Although his limbs are not well developed, he can still help wash vegetables.

After talking for a long time, it was finally agreed, but Wen Yinuo also wanted to go to the kitchen to help.

Fu Jincheng was overwhelmed.

If Wen Yinuo were to work in the kitchen, the kitchen would be heavenly.

I could only bring Anton out and say that he also likes to cook.

After persuading for a long time, Wen Yinuo finally gave up the idea and persuaded the boy to go back to study the unfinished Suzhou embroidery.

Fu Jincheng himself walked back to the kitchen happily with light steps.

Looking at Fu Jincheng, whose mood improved dozens of degrees after he left for a few minutes, Anton seriously suspected that his brother had inhaled laughing gas.

Without waiting for Anton to ask, Fu Jincheng stretched out his left hand in front of him.

"See?" Fu Jincheng pointed at his index finger, "Xiaobao bandaged it for me."

"He was worried about me."

Anton thought of the small wound on Fu Jincheng's hand when he left, and he felt like he was struck by lightning.

Fu Jincheng… He was a real man who killed five people after taking three bullets. How come he acted pitifully just because of such a small wound?

He didn't understand and was shocked.

Fu Jincheng was not satisfied with just showing off in front of Anton. He took out his phone and snapped more than ten photos, then sent them all to the group and @ed everyone:

【Xiaobao bandaged me. He was so worried about me.】

Everyone:…

ill.

But a higher-ranking official can crush someone so much that even if he curses his boss for being crazy in his heart, he still has to praise him on the surface.

Fu Jincheng looked at the screen with satisfaction, filled with words praising his and Wen Yinuo’s good relationship, then he put away his phone and continued cooking.