Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

"How is your life recently?" Fu Xizhou only asked for a glass of ice water, and he held the glass to brew for a long time before opening his mouth.

"Mr. Fu, do you want to tell the truth?" Chu Jiachen asked cautiously.

"Well, of course." Fu Xizhou chewed the ice cubes and nodded.

"It's very bad, it's really bad, I can't eat well, I can't sleep well, I want to go back to school, I want to study." Chu Jiachen covered his mouth and said with sobs.

"What are you talking about, why are you crying, bad luck." The manager punched Chu Jiachen twice on the back, and flatteredly apologized to Fu Xizhou, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mr. Fu, I didn't educate you well, I made you laugh. "

"It's okay, you go to your business first, I have something to say to him." Fu Xizhou picked up the grapes on the fruit plate and stuffed them into his mouth to chew, and said vaguely.

"What is Mr. Fu going to tell me? Is he here to see me in such a miserable state? I..." Chu Jiachen stopped talking.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Xizhou asked.

"Huh?" Chu Jiachen didn't know why.

"Does it hurt, where you were beaten just now?" Fu Xizhou asked again.

"It hurts." Chu Jiachen nodded and admitted.

"Do you know how many scars Wang Miao has on his body? You were punched, and who hurts more than his wound?" Fu Xizhou drank his saliva and rinsed his mouth. This grape is too fucking sweet.

"He, it hurts more." Chu Jiachen took a few steps back, and then asked, "You didn't come here to avenge Wang Miao, did you? I'm already miserable, don't bully me anymore, please .”

"..." Fu Xizhou couldn't help sighing, if Wang Miao had half of Chu Jiachen's subduing skills, the scars on his body would be reduced by half.

"Mr. Fu, I was wrong. It was my fault that I was obsessed with framing Wang Miao. I know I was wrong." Chu Jiachen said eagerly.

"No, I think you misunderstood. I'm here to help you. Do you want to take revenge on Wang Miao?" Fu Xizhou quietly clenched his water glass tightly.

"..." Chu Jiachen shook his head with his hands behind his back, "Forget it, what are you doing to get revenge on him, Gu Yi is the one who caused me to be in this state, but he is already dead, so I also took a breath of anger. "

"Then you want to go back to school?" Fu Xizhou asked.

"I think so." Chu Jiachen nodded.

"Well, let me help you, go and call your manager over." Fu Xizhou smiled.

"Okay." There was light in Chu Jiachen's eyes, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he was afraid that Fu Xizhou would repent, so he turned around and ran away.

"Mr. Fu, you called me?" The manager rubbed his hands and approached with a smile. He turned his head and kicked Chu Jiachen, "Did you offend Mr. Fu? Sorry."

"No, cut it short, I paid back the money he owed for him, and you will go to my company to find an accountant to reconcile the account later, Chu Jiachen, you come with me." Fu Xizhou put on his sunglasses.

"It's easy to say, easy to say, Mr. Fu, go slowly." The manager kicked Chu Jiachen again, and threatened viciously, "Don't make Mr. Fu angry, you know, little brat."

"En." Chu Jiachen didn't dare to say a word, and chased Fu Xizhou away.

"You don't have to thank me. I have a few words to tell you. First, you have to return the money to me, but I won't set limits on you, and I won't give you any additional interest." Fu Xizhou stood in the newly purchased low-key car Bian said flatly, "Second, you can go back and continue your studies, but Jiang Lin doesn't have a lot of money in his hands now, you know that, so you need to change your old habit of spending money, and your living expenses have to go Ask your parents for it, or earn it yourself, neither Jiang Lin nor I will help you."

"Hmm." Chu Jiachen nodded.

"Also, I have investigated your family. Your parents are not good people. They only regard you as a tool to make money. They expect you to catch the rich second generation, or a little rich woman. You should know better than me, so you have such a deformity now. I am not surprised at all, but whether it is your former brother or your suitor, I want to tell you a word, although your parents have no choice, but your own path is on your own Under your own feet, how to walk, where to go is up to you. Although your background is not good, you are better than Xu Ziling and Wang Miao. They have come to today step by step. Wang Miao got rid of the past and completed it. For his own redemption, although many people are helping him, you should also know that mud cannot support the wall. The reason why Wang Miao has come to this day is because of his perseverance. "Fu Xizhou opened the door and got in the car.

"Oh good, Brother Xizhou, I..." Chu Jiachen hesitated to speak.

"Also, when you have nothing to do, you can ask yourself whether you like Jiang Lin's money or Jiang Lin's people. If you only want money, you can change places and continue to do these dirty and indecent things. If you like Jiang Lin, he is waiting for you in Jiang's old house." Fu Xizhou lowered the car window, and he asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

"Thank you." Chu Jiachen bowed deeply.

"Oh, don't thank me. If you want to thank me, thank Wang Miao at home. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't interfere with your affairs with Jiang Lin. Go home early." Fu Xizhou raised the window and started the car, remembering that he was returning home. What Wang Miao said before Pingcheng City, Fu Xizhou couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

You are right, Wang Miao.

The next thing has nothing to do with him. Fu Xizhou was in a happy mood. He sank down on the seat and whistled in a relaxed manner. When Miao went to Yan Jiaming's concert, Wang Miao was sitting beside him, his mouth was so blown by the wind that he couldn't even open his mouth. He cried and begged himself to slow down.

Fu Xizhou glanced at the co-pilot, that's right, drive slowly, that kid with a bad temper will still sit in the co-pilot in the future, thinking of this, Fu Xizhou slowed down the accelerator.

It was precisely because of this action that Fu Xizhou saved his life. When passing the traffic light, it happened to be a red light. He stepped on the brakes to slow down, but he never thought that he could not slow down. He hit the rear of the car in front with a "dong" , Fu Xizhou held the steering wheel tightly and trembled uncontrollably. He took a few deep breaths, tremblingly opened the door and got out of the car.

The owner of the car in front came down, looking very annoyed. Fu Xizhou clasped his hands together and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm fully responsible for the compensation. I should follow the procedure and follow the procedure. I'll wait here for the traffic police."

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Fu Xizhou's statement made the owner of the previous car feel embarrassed. He shook hands with Fu Xizhou and asked, "Looking at your age, you should be an old driver. You shouldn't be driving at such a long distance. Can't stop, lost your mind?"

Fu Xizhou waved his hand, patted the roof of the car, and said, "The brakes failed."

The owner of the car in front leaned on his car with folded arms, nodded knowingly, and said, "The brakes are out of order, it's very dangerous, fortunately it's a red light, you're not driving too fast, you're fine if you hit my car, you It's not worth losing your life for this, you drive this car, you have good taste, you are a boss, my surname is Li, what's your surname?"

Fu Xizhou said: "Miangui, your surname is Fu, do you smoke?"

Mr. Li waved his hand and said, "Quit, what do you do?"

Fu Xizhou glanced at the ring on Mr. Li's hand, and said with a smile: "I design it, and the ring on your hand was designed by me."

Mr. Li said "Oh" several times in a row, then he slapped his hands and said, "You are Fu Xizhou, right, that's right."

Fu Xizhou nodded with a smile.

Mr. Li took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera. He approached enthusiastically and said with a smile, "Come on, let's take a photo, shall we?"

After taking a photo with him, Fu Xizhou took apart a piece of gum and stuffed it in his mouth to chew slowly. He took out a business card from his coat pocket and handed it to him, saying, "This is my business card."

Mr. Li naturally wanted to send Fu Xizhou a business card.

"Galaxy International Media Company, director Li Muzi, are you the director?" Fu Xizhou asked after reading the words on the business card.

"Little director, it's not worth mentioning. Please take care of me. You are a great designer. You can meet many big stars. You must have a good personal education with them." Li Muzi stretched out his hand again.

"Don't dare to do it." Fu Xizhou said a few words politely.

All that was left was to wait for the traffic police to arrive. Since the parties involved were "friends", the process went quickly. Fu Xizhou waved goodbye to Li Muzi, then got into the assistant's car, and he adjusted the seat. Lying on the bed thinking about what happened today, he rubbed his face, thanks to the words Wang Miao said inadvertently for so many years, he got back his life today.

He took out his mobile phone, opened Wang Miao's WeChat interface and sent him a message, "Are you there?"

"Yes." Wang Miao replied quickly, adding a grin and a rose expression.

"I miss you." Fu Xizhou replied.

"What's the matter, I'm so frustrated today." Wang Miao replied.

"I had a car accident today." Fu Xizhou sent another message.

After a brief silence, Wang Miao's caller was displayed on Fu Xizhou's phone screen, Fu Xizhou picked it up immediately, and he smiled, "Hello, is this my dear Mr. Wang Miao?"

"Don't be joking, what's wrong with you, there was a car accident, are you hurt?" Wang Miao yelled, his ears exploded through the volume of the phone.

"Yes, I'm hurt, it's serious, cough cough." Fu Xizhou covered his chest to pretend to be weak, and added a lot of coughing to one sentence.

"Say it!" Wang Miao roared.

"I'm distracted." Fu Xizhou replied seriously.

"Crazy you, get out!" Wang Miao hung up the phone, and then returned a middle finger emoji on WeChat.

"..." Fu Xizhou replied with a few ellipses helplessly. He waited for a long time but did not get Wang Miao's reply. He sighed and locked the screen helplessly.

"Mr. Fu, are you going to the hospital?" the assistant asked.

"No, it doesn't matter, but remember to pick up the car, and then send the car to the repair shop to see if the brake line on my car is broken naturally or artificially cut, that's it, I'll sleep for a while." Fu Xizhou closed eyes.