I fell for it after hanging out with scum

Fang Zhongjing sat at the entrance of the funeral parlor for a long time.

The iron door opened, and Qiu Wenxing walked out with the urn in his arms. He came to Fang Zhongjing and handed over his last thoughts to him.

Qiu Wenxing said, "Take it away and deal with it."

Fang Zhongjing lowered his head, looked at the urn in his arms, stared at it for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is Qin Shang really dead?"

Qiu Wenxing looked at him with pity, "Yes..."

"No, you are lying to me." Fang Zhongjing looked up at Qiu Wenxing, and said comfortingly: "Qin Shang is not dead at all, you hid him."

The sympathy on Qiu Wenxing's face seemed to be deeper, and he said patiently: "Fang Zhongjing, accept the reality, Qin Shang is gone."

Fang Zhongjing laughed, tremblingly took out a soggy cigarette from his pocket, and put it in his mouth, "You don't know, he wants to live more than anyone else, and he will never be willing to leave like this."

Qiu Wenxing's heart moved, and there was no flaw on his face.

"He must be lying to me." Fang Zhong watched the fire several times, but it couldn't be lit, and the drenched smoke was crushed into slag in his hands.

"I'm going to get him back."

Fang Zhongjing threw away the cigarette, hugged the urn, and stood up staggeringly, "He is not dead, he must not be dead."

Before Qiu Wenxing could speak, Fang Zhongjing's haggard figure had stumbled and disappeared into the heavy rain.

When the assistant arrived here after receiving a call from the secretary, Fang Zhongjing was standing in the rain in a daze. He seemed to be holding something in his arms, staring at the funeral home, wondering what he was thinking.

The assistant opened the umbrella and hurried over to protect Fang Zhongjing from the rain, "Young Master Fang!"

The rain washed away the wound on Fang Zhongjing's forehead, and the blood slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his shirt, smudged into weeping roses.

The assistant held the handle of the umbrella hard, eyes blinded by the wind, and said loudly, "Master Fang, it's raining too much, let's go."

Fang Zhongjing whispered, "Wait a little longer..."

The assistant didn't understand, and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Fang Zhongjing looked in the dark direction and murmured: "Wait for Qin Shang, he hasn't come yet."

The assistant didn't know why, and inadvertently noticed that Fang Zhongjing was holding an urn in his arms, and his scalp felt numb for a moment, which made him panic.

The assistant asked tremblingly, "Young Master Fang, this is..."

Fang Zhongjing didn't seem to hear him: "Wait a minute, I'm going to take him home with me."

The assistant glanced at the funeral home in front of him, and suddenly realized that Fang Zhongjing was not accompanying Qin at the hospital at the moment, and then looked at the urn he was holding, and a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

The assistant swallowed, "Young Master Fang, is Qin Shang dead..."

Before he could say death, a cold gaze shot straight at him.

The assistant realized that he said something wrong, and immediately shut up, but he verified this idea in his heart.

It seems that this box contains Qin Shang's ashes.

The assistant changed his words: "Young Master Fang, let's get in the car and wait. You are still injured, so you can't get in the rain again."

Fang Zhongjing turned a deaf ear, and the assistant didn't dare to drag him back, so he could only wait there with the boss.

They all knew in their hearts that Qin Shang would never appear again.

Thick raindrops fell crazily, and a figure loomed in the veil-like rain and mist, walking towards them.

There was a gleam of light in Fang Zhongjing's gloomy eyes. He was holding the urn and was about to step forward when his face dimmed instantly.

It was Qiu Wenxing who came, his face was full of injuries, and he stopped two meters away from Fang Zhongjing.

Qiu Wenxing held an umbrella, "Fang Zhongjing, go back, Shang Qin will not come back."

Fang Zhongjing stared at Qiu Wenxing, the water dripped from his forehead, and he didn't say a word.

Qiu Wenxing sighed: "Shang Qin hopes that you will take good care of the child, at least you will fulfill this last wish for him."

This sentence somehow touched Fang Zhongjing, his legs suddenly felt a little weak, but fortunately he was supported in time by the sharp-sighted assistant.

Qiu Wenxing said to the assistant: "Send you Shao Fang back."

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was near the funeral parlor, the assistant had the courage to look at Fang Zhongjing's expression and help him walk towards the parking place.

The moment he turned around, Fang Zhongjing said, "I will find him."

Qiu Wenxing didn't know if he heard this sentence, and stood there holding an umbrella, watching them leave.

The car leaving the funeral home was lost in the downpour and soon disappeared.

The wipers swept back and forth to wipe off the rainwater on the windshield. The assistant turned his head and said carefully: "Young Master Fang, do you want to go home directly?"

The back seat was dim, Fang Zhongjing lowered his head, rubbing the urn in his arms, unable to see his expression clearly.

The assistant Zhiqu stopped talking and drove hard.

The car drove into a spacious tunnel, and the dim lights on both sides were like revolving lanterns, flashing past Fang Zhongjing's pale face.

After a long time, Fang Zhongjing suddenly said, "Go and check the monitoring of the hospital for me."

The assistant has been with Fang Zhongjing for so many years, and he immediately understood his intentions.

The assistant glanced at their boss from the rearview mirror, "You suspect..."

In the rearview mirror, Fang Zhongjing raised his eyelids, his blood-stained face had a shocking sense of oppression, and the assistant immediately fell silent.

Who would joke about such a thing, he thought.

But he didn't dare to refute anything, so he agreed.

After several hours of driving, Fang Zhongjing returned to Fang Zhai, and Fang Zhongjing kept holding the urn in the back seat, which did not change.

The assistant held an umbrella and helped Fang Zhongjing get out of the car, only then did he notice that his wound was bleeding more and more.

The assistant helped Fang Zhongjing across the courtyard, came to the villa, and said worriedly: "Young Master Fang, let me call the family doctor for you."

Fang Zhongjing didn't speak, pushed away the assistant's hand, and entered the villa with the urn in his arms.

The assistant thought about it and called the family doctor just to be on the safe side.

Not long after, the family doctor came.

The butler led the doctor up to the second floor, gently opened the door, and saw Fang Zhongjing sitting by the bed, looking in a certain direction in a daze.

Following his line of sight, the doctor saw a well-drawn urn on the table.

Not responding to the footsteps approaching him, Fang Zhongjing let the doctor treat the wound for him.

After a while, Fang Zhongjing suddenly said: "When I was injured before, it was he who took care of the wound for me."

It was also a rainy day. Fang Zhongjing dealt with a spy who betrayed the company in the backyard. He cut the other party's carotid artery with a broken teacup. The man struggled and injured his hand.

After dealing with the matter, Fang Zhongjing returned to the villa. As soon as Qin Shang saw him coming, he immediately made tea and handed it to Fang Zhongjing.

When Fang Zhongjing took the tea, Qin Shang saw the wound on his hand.

At that time, Qin Shang was only 13 years old, he was Fang Zhongjing's little follower, and he was more courageous than other servants.

Qin Shang pointed to Fang Zhongjing's finger, "Young Master Fang, you are injured."

Fang Zhongjing sat on the sofa and took a sip of tea, "It's all right..."

Qin Shang stared at the blood beads on the wound thoughtfully, then ran away, not long after, Qin Shang came back again with a medicine box in his hand.

Holding the medicine box in his arms, Qin Shang said cautiously, "Young Master Fang, let me treat the wound for you."

Fang Zhongjing glanced at him, the child's cautious appearance made him a little funny, and he almost nodded his head in a mysterious way.

With permission, Qin Shang took out alcohol and cotton balls from the medicine box, half-kneeled in front of the sofa, and carefully treated Fang Zhongjing's wound.

Fang Zhongjing stared at Qin Shang's fair and delicate profile, and asked, "Who taught you this?"

Qin Shang said without raising his head, "I went to school on TV."

Qin Shang's movements were very light and slow, as if he was afraid of Fang Zhongjing's pain, and finally treated the wound, he tore off a piece of Band-Aid, and carefully pasted it on the wound.

"Okay, Young Master Fang."

Fang Zhongjing glanced at the band-aid on his index finger, and praised: "Very good..." Qin Shang smiled shyly, and closed the medicine box.

"In the future, you will take care of my wound." Fang Zhongjing said.

Qin Shang was flattered and nodded, that innocent smile has been imprinted in Fang Zhongjing's mind to this day.

Such a good Qin Shang, but he lost it with his own hands.

Fang Zhongjing's eyes were hot and his vision was blurred. He smiled, as if he was talking to himself, "I used to be as courageous as a rabbit, but now I dare to stab me with a knife."

The doctor didn't answer, he left the ward gently after treating the wound.

Fang Zhongjing sat quietly in the darkness, the street lights outside the window stretched his lonely figure very long, lonely and powerless.

The lights in the corridor were not turned on, and the clock downstairs was chiming.

Fang Zhongjing walked through the wide and long corridor to the nursery.

The crisp sound of toys echoed in the room. Fang Qinze was lying in the cradle, sleeping soundly.

Fang Zhongjing sat by the bed, looked down at his immature and lovely face, and said hoarsely: "I broke my promise, I didn't bring your father back."

Fang Qinze's curled eyelashes moved slightly, and he smacked his small mouth, making his lips look more pink.

"But don't worry, I will find him." Fang Zhongjing lifted the quilt and covered Fang Qinze, "In a while, I will bring Dad back to see you, okay?"

In the past few days, it has been raining continuously, and the sky seems to be covered with black cloth.

Fang Qinze, who was originally well-behaved and quiet, suddenly cried violently. No matter how the servants at home coaxed him, he still kept crying.

Fang Zhongjing sat on the sofa slovenly, hugged the child, and said, "You miss him too, don't you?"

Fang Qinze cried until his voice became hoarse, and his crying was as weak as a cat's.

At this time, the door opened, and the cold wind mixed with rain blew in. The assistant was soaked, put away the umbrella, and came to Fang Zhongjing's side.

Fang Zhongjing said in a deep voice, "Housekeeper, take the child away."

The butler came over, and after taking Fang Qinze, Fang Zhongjing got up and went upstairs, and the assistant quickly followed.

In the room, the assistant handed over the surveillance video copied in the hospital to Fang Zhongjing.

The assistant hesitated and said, "Young Master Fang, there is no record of Qin Shang leaving the hospital."

He really couldn't figure it out, who would use this kind of thing to deceive people, it's evil and unlucky, isn't this cursing himself to death?

What's more, Qin Shang stayed by their boss's side for so long, if he wanted to leave early, there was no need to pretend to be dead and leave.

Fang Zhongjing sat in front of the computer, almost obsessed, flipping through the surveillance video back and forth.

No matter how many times he looked at it, he still didn't find Qin Shang leaving.

Seeing Fang Zhongjing's bloodshot eyes, the assistant couldn't help saying, "Young Master Fang, Qin Shang is really dead."

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