Report to the president, your actor has run away again

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"So what, bro."

Fu Xin froze.

Fu Zhao stroked the curly hair on his head, "Call me if you need anything."

Fu Xin didn't look back, "Yes."

After leaving the company, Fu Xin found out the text message from the unknown number.

"An old alley two streets away from Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School, an abandoned factory warehouse. Come alone."

The other party didn't specify the consequences if it wasn't for "coming alone", obviously knowing that Fu Xin knew that doing so would bring about the consequences.

Fu Xin glanced at the text message, expressionless, but started the car without the slightest hesitation.

"Ruan Ruan, wait for me."

On the nineteenth floor, Fu Zhao stood at the window, watching the familiar Bentley drive away from his sight.

"President Fu, what are you looking at?"

"No." Fu Zhao frowned, and involuntarily raised his hand to press his chest.

"I'm just a little flustered."

**

Nightmare.

Tang Ruan struggled to wake up from the dream almost by will, he panted lightly, looked at the pale ceiling above his head, and felt that the clothes on his body had been soaked in cold sweat.

In the dream, he repeated the most painful thing he had experienced in the past 23 years.

The last episode of the nightmare was fixed on the day when he gave birth to the sugar bowl, the same hemorrhage, the same life hanging by a thread, but this time, there was another person beside him.

Fu Xin stood next to him wearing a mask, and said to the doctor expressionlessly, take care of the child.

Tang Ruan just lay on the operating table, looking at the incandescent lamp above his head, feeling the life force draining from his body bit by bit.

After waking up, he couldn't understand the meaning of this dream.

Did he feel that his life was not miserable enough, so he wanted to send this bastard to add something to his nightmare?

It's too damn human.

Tang Ruan couldn't help but greeted the eighteen generations of Fu Xin's ancestors in his heart. As he asked, his eyes became wet.

Suddenly, he misses his precious son very much.

If he really confessed here, would his stupid son who was born with his life and was fed up with shit and piss after a lot of hard work, no, dragged and brought up, would he be forgotten in a few years?

The more Tang Ruan thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became. Originally, his eyes were wet, but when he saw No. 06's curly hair, he burst into tears.

No. 06 was stunned by Tang Ruan who burst into tears suddenly: "?!!"

"What's wrong? Is it hard?" 06 touched Tang Ruan's forehead with trembling hands.

"No, I just miss my son." Tang Ruan looked at him with tears in his eyes, "You look a lot like my son."

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I really don't know whether to be happy or sad.

"But the eyes are not the same. My jar's eyes are green."

Tang Ruan sniffed, and said in a low voice to himself, "It's so green, it's so pretty. His grandfather said that his eyes look like his grandma's. Don't be too serious about inheritance."

Both Fu Xin and Fu Zhao's eyes were gray-green, following Fu Yuandai's, but Tang Guan'er's eyes were blue without any impurities, very much like his great-grandmother from the Russian fighting nation.

06 lay on the bedside, quietly looking at Tang Ruan, "You love your child very much."

"Of course, this is a little friend who exhausted my 800 years of luck."

6 blinked, he didn't quite understand this emotion, but he knew that Tang Ruan didn't abandon his child.

They were also alone and living in a foreign land. Tang Ruan loved his children as always, but his mother threw him at the door of the dilapidated orphanage.

06 was a little envious, but at the same time thankful that that child did not experience the same experience as him.

Leaning against the bed in a daze, the watch on 06's wrist suddenly rang.

They were already familiar with this voice, Tang Ruan curled up his fingers involuntarily, "It's so early today?"

"Ah."

No. 06 looked a little depressed, he lowered his head to prepare, Tang Ruan saw him push away half of the medicine in the syringe, and then inhaled half of the tube of purified water.

"Brother Yuan told me today that he will give you a double-strength injection."

Tang Ruan's heart trembled suddenly.

"Don't be afraid." The young man comforted in a soft voice, rubbing alcohol cotton carefully on his wrist, "I diluted the medicine, don't forget to pretend to be a serious drug reaction later."

Tang Ruan watched him stick the needle into his vein, he looked up, looked into the young man's clear eyes, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Mu Sheng."

Even if he knew that this child could not save him, Tang Ruan deserved his gratitude for his unwillingness to hurt himself.

"Do you love him."

After a moment of silence, No. 06 suddenly said, "I mean, do you love your child's father?"

Tang Ruan froze for a moment, then remembered that nonsensical nightmare again.

"I do not know."

The once ardent love can never be found again, Tang Ruan understands it all too well, but

"But if I did it all over again, I would still choose him."