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

some.

Wen Yinuo will never forget the throbbing in his heart when Fu Jincheng's warm palm covered his eyes less than twelve hours ago when he was urging him to go to bed.

It seemed like it had been frozen for thousands of years. Looking around, there was only a dead white ice field, which suddenly turned into spring.

All the dead and empty white is replaced by the gorgeous flowers of spring.

And in the deepest part of my heart, the uneasiness and fear that had always lingered around me because of the vast ice field was replaced by a warm sense of security.

It can be said that the sleep he had last night was the best sleep he had had since he was taken back to the Gu family in his previous life.

Due to his poor understanding of feelings, Wen Yinuo cannot figure out where Bingyuan Fengchun’s sense of security comes from.

But this did not prevent him from clearly realizing that he did not want Fu Jincheng to leave again.

He wanted Fu Jincheng to accompany him every night.

When this thought came to his mind, the first thing Wen Yinuo felt was that it was a difficult problem.

He didn't know how to tell Fu Jincheng that he didn't want to be together for just one night.

What I want is always and forever.

Fortunately, Anton, who had just escaped, gave him a chance.

I should thank him, Wen Yinuo thought, but at the same time, he still had to avenge his brother.

Anton, who suffered an unexpected disaster and was blamed, was bombarded with phone calls from the old man of the Fu family at the airport.

The person who called him was Fu Dazha, who dug up his ancestral grave to hide evidence and did a good job on the surface, so he was fine for the time being.

Anton didn't want to answer at first, but Fu Dazha kept hitting him as if his head was hit by a shovel while digging his ancestors' graves.

When the seventeenth call came, Anton had no choice but to answer the phone.

As soon as the call was connected, Fu Dazha began to express his concern for Fu Jincheng:

"Anton, I heard that you went to Qiongzhou this time to see Jin Cheng?"

Anton bit his finger: "Yes."

"But the boss only told me. Where did you hear this, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Dazha smiled kindly, playing the role of an elder who cares about his juniors very well: "Everyone in Yanjing knows that Jin Cheng, that kid, came back to complete various formalities, and ran off to Qiongzhou not long after taking office."

Anton stopped biting his finger. "Is that so? Then it has nothing to do with this time."

"Why is it not related?" Fu Dazha said naturally, "You are the assistant of Jin Cheng, he is in Qiongzhou. What else can you do in Qiongzhou besides meeting him?"

"Maybe it's time to meet someone in person." Anton joked, "It's normal for me to fall in love at my age."

Fu Dazha's face darkened, but his voice remained the same: "You, don't lie to an old man like me."

"I called you this time because I wanted you to persuade Jin Cheng to come back as soon as possible."

"What's so good about that shabby place in Qiongzhou?"

"I can't persuade him." Anton began to pass the buck, "Boss Fu, if you want to persuade the boss to come back, you should contact him yourself."

Without waiting for Fu Dazha to speak, Anton hurriedly said, "Mr. Fu, I'm going to board the plane right away. I'll hang up first."

It's called an inquiry, but it's just a notification.

Anton hung up the phone without giving Fu Dazha a chance to react.

Staring at the phone, Anton pouted several times.

Do those old men in the Fu family who are disrespectful and take advantage of their seniority really think that Fu Jincheng and him are stupid?

They say things like "Ah, I'm thinking about you. Qiongzhou is not a good place, come back soon", "I can transfer my shares to you when I come back", and so on, trying to whitewash the situation.

Everyone knows that if Fu Jincheng returns to Yanjing, he will be watched by all kinds of people and media every day, some of whom are hoping for his death, while others are trying to dig out some secrets about the Fu family from him to attract attention.

It would be strange if his eldest son went back!

On the other end of the line, Fu Dazha, who had been hung up, looked down at the young girl who was kneeling and trembling at his feet, serving him, interest flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"How is it working here?" If you don't look at his current actions and only listen to his voice, you would really think that he is a kind old man.

The young girl didn't dare to look at him and answered with her eyes closed: "Very, very good."

Fu Dazha laughed, stood up, motioned to the girl to pull up her pants, then suddenly grabbed the girl's hair and slammed her head against the coffee table.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere and the girl fainted before she could even scream in pain.

Fu Dazha walked out of the door and signaled the people outside to deal with the girl who had fainted inside.

The girl who had fainted had not yet opened her eyes when she smelled the smell of disinfectant that she had never dared to imagine.

She struggled to open her eyes, but what she saw was not the gorgeous but depressing decoration of the club.

But it was the snow-white ceiling of the hospital.

"Awake?" A clear male voice sounded in my ears.

The girl glanced sideways and saw a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask, whose face could not be seen clearly, leaning against the wall, looking at her.

The girl blinked, but the doctor didn't disappear, and she burst into tears of excitement.

This is not a dream, she is really alive.

Seeing the patient crying, Lin Songan panicked.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't cry!" He hurriedly took out a tissue and wiped the girl's tears. "If you do this, others will think I bullied you."

If his father knew he made the patient cry, he would break his legs.

The girl shook her head and said "thank you" in a hoarse voice.

Lin Songan didn't answer: "You don't need to thank me, you need to thank someone else."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the ward was opened.

As soon as he got off the plane, Fu Jincheng called and informed Anton, who was standing at the door breathlessly: "I really... huh... in my previous life, I owed the boss who skinned me!"

Lin Songan smiled with a gloating look on his face: "I can't help it, since you are the one the boss trusts the most~"

"You still live in his house~"

Anton: ...

He shouldn't show off.

"You're just jealous." After calming down his breathing, Anton glared at Lin Songan, dragged a chair and sat in front of the girl's bed, "Hello, I'm Anton."

Lin Songan chimed in: "Don't worry about his name, just treat him as the emperor's personal eunuch."

The girl, who had been sad, was amused by this.

Anton raised his foot and kicked Lin Songan, then looked at the girl again, and without beating around the bush, he directly stated his purpose:

"Are you willing to be a witness to expose Fu Dazha?"

girl:……?

"Who then?"

Anton, who was used to calling Fu the scumbag, quickly changed his words: "Fu... the scumbag who knocked you out."

The girl remembered.

She didn't answer, but just clutched the sheets tightly, obviously much more nervous.

Anton thought she was unwilling, and added: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to."

"Not forced."

The girl was startled: "...Should I go back then?"

Go back to the place that is more terrible than hell.

"That won't work." Lin Songan pushed Anton away, "That place has been closed down, and the boss is in jail."

"You will be safe from now on."

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Walking Plot