Demolition of CP

Memorial silently counted the number of whips he received, indifferently feeling the depths of his heart, which was originally turbulent and gradually became like water.He still remembered that when he first passed into this body, he would be so excited because he had dinner with Fu Xiaolin, but now, it was almost gone.

Fu Xiaolin, you will regret it one day. When you did it unknowingly, you hurt a child who was the most sincere and sincere to you.

Even though he had never seen the original Wen Jinrui, Memorial couldn't help but feel sorry for him.Memorial didn't realize it, he had already begun to have the emotion of "sadness".

Finally, I heard a prompt from the system, "Ding, congratulations for completing the task of accepting family law ten times, and the reward points are 300. The current operator points are: 500."

Just when Fu Xiaolin was about to take it down again, Memorial said suddenly, staring at him coldly, "It's my fault that I didn't protect big brother well."

Fu Xiaolin stared at his face with eagle-like eyes, and put down the whip in his hand.

"You have to remember that the only thing you can rely on in this family is your elder brother. Only when he is well can you be well. He lives you, and he dies you. Your only mission is to protect him."

Fu Xiaolin didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. He put away the whip, and said to Wen Jinrui who was still kneeling on the ground, "Kneel down first, and I'll find a doctor to show you later."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the study, his eyes did not stay on Wen Jinrui for a second, even if he didn't use God's perspective, he could probably guess that he was going to see Fu Wenrui's injury.

At this time, the system spoke again, "Your points have reached 500, you can exchange for God's perspective, do you agree?"

"Okay," Memorial replied softly, before he had time to say anything else, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and the strong hatred poured out continuously, almost breaking his spirit.

Memorial trembling lips, "Wen Jinrui, I know you still have residual consciousness, I swear, I will make those who look down on you regret it, and make Fu Xiaolin regret it!" After the last sentence, he felt his brain lighten up, as if something flew away go out.

Memorial's tense consciousness finally relaxed, he could no longer bear the severe pain in his body, and passed out.

As a matter of course, Memorial woke up in the Fu family's hospital. The wounds on his body have been treated, and his upper body is almost wrapped into a rice dumpling.

Naturally, people from the Fu family would not come to see him, only the housekeeper Fu Yan came every day, and brought all kinds of delicious snacks for Memorial.

As Wen Jinrui, he would naturally not let this opportunity pass by, so he would frantically swipe his favorability in front of the housekeeper.

As a result, Fu Xiaolin deeply realized that his butler spent less time at home.

"Uncle Yan, what have you been up to these days?"

Fu Yan is an old man in the family, and he speaks and does things well. Fu Xiaolin respects him very much, and he is far more intimate when talking to him than talking to others.

Fu Yan said honestly, "I have been visiting the young master in the hospital for the past few days."

Fu Xiaolin felt a little unhappy at the moment, and frowned slightly, "Uncle Yan, what are you doing there?"

"The young master is alone, after all, he is still a child, so naturally he needs to take care of him more."

As soon as he said this, Fu Xiaolin began to think in his heart.

When Fu Yan usually talks to Fu Xiaolin, he always thinks that the other party is the current head of the family. He always divides his words when talking, and always takes the initiative to avoid sensitive issues in the family.And Wen Jinrui himself is a sensitive existence, usually in front of Fu Xiaolin, he can't take the initiative to bring it up, but now he said it out loud, which inevitably made Fu Xiaolin feel strange.

But he said nothing more,

As for the commemoration, in the next few days, the life is nothing but goodwill, except for goodwill.He returned to Fu's house from the hospital to recuperate the day before yesterday.

Fu Yan also knew that this young master would not be able to inherit the family business in the future, but after all, the blood of the Fu family also flowed through him.After getting along with Wen Jinrui in the past few days, the old man seemed to have found the kind of family happiness under the knees of his descendants Chenghuan.Wen Jinrui's shoulder is still not healed, so he can't bring him tea and water, but he has nothing to do with chatting and walking with him.

The old man saw Wen Jinrui becoming more and more distracted. When he went back that day, he couldn't help but mention, "The thirteenth of next month is the master's birthday. Anyway, he is your adoptive father in name. This gift still needs to be prepared." .”

Wen Jinrui has always said that he is the adopted son of the Fu family. Even Wen Jinrui, in his original form, didn't know that he was indeed Fu Xiaolin's biological son.But Wen Jinrui didn't know, but Memorial did, but he didn't say anything, and nodded obediently.

"I remember, Grandpa Yan."

After a few more days, Wen Jinrui's injury was basically healed. Although the wound still looked scary, it had already lasted a long time.Fu Xiaolin may just want to raise this youngest son, and ask him to learn some music and art that are useless in this family of murderers every day.

On this day, when Fu Yan was about to go downstairs, he saw Wen Jinrui standing at the corner of the stairs.

The 15-year-old child's face was covered with an indescribable shadow, which sealed off the haze set off by his whole body.

Fu Yan couldn't help lowering his voice, bowed and saluted, "Young master."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jin Rui trembled as if being stimulated, and quickly raised his head to look at him, his hazy eyes slowly fell on him, and it took a while to focus on him.

Fu Lin wondered what was wrong with the young master. Normally, he was the most clever and well-behaved person. Why is he so dull today.

But before he could think about it, he heard Wen Jinrui's soft voice, "Grandpa Yan."

"...Little Master."

"Tell me—why doesn't my father like me?" Wen Jinrui tilted his head slightly, looking like an obedient disciple listening to the teachings of the Buddha, with the clear water in his eyes full of expectations that people can't bear to let go, "If he If you don't like me, why should you adopt me?"

The more Jin Rui spoke, the more dull he became, and at the end, he began to lower his head again.

Fu Yan seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking. He had been the housekeeper of the Fu family for so many years, and he had experienced many things, but it was all the ups and downs of the Fu family.But this time, he really tightened his heart.To be honest, Wen Jinrui was the one who brought Wen Jinrui into Fu's house himself. Seeing this well-behaved and obedient child growing up in Fu's house, becoming more and more obedient and quiet, Fu Lin felt uncomfortable.But he can't say anything.

So Fu Yan could only bend down, and said in a soft and kind voice, "Young master, you have always been the young master of the Fu family."

Fu Yan lowered his head, and at an angle he couldn't see, Memorial's gaze was suddenly sharp, and he looked deeply at the ground, "Really."

Fu Yan patted his head, "Yes."

Memorial squinted his eyes, his eyes were still clear but turbulent inside, he nodded, seemed to understand something, turned and walked towards his room.

Fu Yan stood behind him, frowning as he looked at his leaving figure. Everyone said that the young master of the Fu family was unlikable and unpopular, so few people noticed that he was actually different.

Fu Yan remembered the model when he saw Wen Jinrui for the first time. At that time, the young master of the Fu family had not yet entered the gate of the Fu family. Fu Xiaolin sent someone to take him over.When Fu Lin found Wen Jinrui, he was quietly lying in the nanny's arms. The child who lost his mother didn't cry or make trouble, and there was only obedient peace in his eyes.

He still remembered the first sentence Wen Jinrui said to himself.

"Are you here to take me home?"

Where is there any home?In this family with hidden turmoil...

The old housekeeper, who was caught up in memories, didn't see Fu Xiaolin, who had been standing in the shadows all the time, staring at Wen Jinrui's thin body who left with his head down and lost, his eyes were cloudy.

Is he being too strict with this child?

Whether Memorial knows or not, of course he does. This is the moment when he used the perspective of God once to seize an opportunity to let Fu Xiaolin see himself, and asked the old housekeeper pitifully.

Not long after Jin Rui met Fu Yan, a servant came to him, saying that Fu Xiaolin asked him to go to the living room.Wen Jinrui didn't dare to delay, and followed the servants to the living room.

But when he entered the living room, he saw a person sitting on the sofa, looking at Fu Xiaolin with a smile on his face.And on the coffee table beside the sofa where he was sitting, there was a set of exquisite and beautiful colored porcelain.

I remember seeing this incident in the story of the world. Fu Xiaolin used Wen Jinrui to reject the gifts of those low-level people time and time again. Not only did he reject others, but also made those people have enmity with Wen Jinrui, preventing Wen Jinrui from establishing connections.

really.What better shield for a son who loves elegance in the eyes of outsiders than to use him to fend off gift givers.

It's not the first time anyway.

At this moment, Fu Xiaolin said intimately, "Sit here."

He patted the seat beside him and motioned for Wen Jinrui to sit over.Wen Jinrui bowed and saluted Fu Xiaolin, called his father, walked over and sat down.He turned to look at the person again.Whenever this happens, it is one of the few moments when Wen Jinrui enjoys his father's love. The original Wen Jinrui is willing to jump into it even though he knows it is a trap.Although Memorial felt deep sympathy for Wen Jinrui, he had to jump in the same way.

No reason, just pretend!Can!pity!

The man had already stood up when Fu Xiaolin signaled Wen Jinrui to sit over, and when he saw Wen Jinrui looking over, he quickly stretched out his hands, "Hello, young master, hello, young master."

Commemorative shook his hand back with a smile, and observed this person calmly. He had a greasy face and a red face, and he was not bad-looking. He looked less than 40 years old, but he was just filthy, which was simply annoying.Especially when looking at Fu Xiaolin, there was a look in the eyes of many people who came to visit Fu Xiaolin, greedy in fear.

Moreover, he stood on the left side of Fu Xiaolin and this person when he came, so when he came, both of them should be able to see him, but at the beginning, this person didn't take him seriously, but looked at him. swept away.Later, when he saw Fu Xiaolin let him sit next to him, he began to be respectful with a smile on his face.

Wen Jinrui smiled, and his eyes fell on his hands on his lap. Although he was talking to the man, he didn't look at him, "Is the one next to you, sir, cloisonné enamel?"

Wang Mang just found a good-looking and expensive item at random, and wanted to curry favor with Fu Xiaolin in the name of giving something. He didn't know what cloisonné enamel was. When Wen Jinrui asked, he could answer it.But after all, Fu Xiaolin was there too, so he couldn't act too ignorant in front of Fu Xiaolin, so he went back and forth in his mind, searching for a sound answer, "Is there anything special about this?"

Wen Jinrui didn't answer immediately, but turned a corner and asked him, "What's your name, baby?"

His question made Wang Mang's heart skip a beat, "The Qing Dynasty has a bright future."

Wen Jinrui took two steps forward, holding the colored porcelain in his hand, "Isn't it the big enamel color disc of Jinxiu Qiancheng? It really is a good treasure. It's just that there are many traces of wax repair on the trachoma, which means that there are fewer trachoma on the surface, so it shouldn't be clear. generational stuff."

When Wang Mang heard no, he glanced at the expressionless Fu Xiaolin, and broke out in a cold sweat. "