I was targeted by the scumbag Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

Not getting a response from Fu Juncheng, Fu's father was a little anxious, rubbed his hands together and hit him again: "Did you just say something, did you bring any money?"

Fu Juncheng replied coldly: "No."

Father Fu was anxious and stared wide-eyed: "You bastard! I think you are going to piss me off!"

Fu Juncheng frowned: "The debt you owe yourself, what does it matter to me?"

Father Fu froze, looked at Fu Juncheng twice as if he was meeting his son for the first time, moved his lips, and forgot to make a sound for a moment.

"We agreed." After all, it was the God of Wealth who came with the money. Father Fu couldn't get angry, so he calmed down and had to lower his voice, "Didn't you say it before, and you have already managed to get the money for me!"

Fu Juncheng didn't need to think about it, the money Yuanshen said was nothing more than Wu Jin's maintenance fee, which could barely plug most of the holes in his gambling debts.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that according to the original father's virtue, this hole is getting bigger and bigger, it is a bottomless pit.

As soon as Father Fu finished speaking, the man who was still sitting at the side finally stood up impatiently, and a group of younger brothers also followed their elder brother and came forward after seeing this.

Fu Juncheng opened his lips first before the other party was about to speak harshly: "Don't move around, the things here are not broken, and if they are broken by bumps, can you help clean them up?"

Without waiting for anyone to respond, he turned around and said, "If you want money, follow me."

The voice did not fall.

Seeing that Fu Juncheng left without looking back.

The people present looked at each other in blank dismay, hesitated for a few seconds, and followed closely behind.Before leaving, they exchanged winks, not forgetting to bring a certain instigator with them.

Coming out of the corridor, the light rain just stopped.

The air after the rain was still damp, and the few people had deliberately come to find fault while the alcohol was still strong, but now they were too cold, and seeing that Fu Juncheng hadn't taken the initiative to say anything, when they walked out of the long alley, they finally couldn't bear their temper He said viciously, "Boy, where's the money?"

Hearing this, Fu Juncheng withdrew his gaze from looking around, and stopped under the shade of a tree. The moment he raised his eyes, the dark pupils reflected the faint light in the distance in the night, revealing some inexplicable The playful look, even the original delicate brows and mouth corners, had a diffuse and invisible sense of oppression.

Seeing this, the man with the scar frowned, subconsciously pulled Father Fu who had been restrained by his younger brother, twisted his backhand, and heard the other party screaming in pain, grinned grinningly and said to Fu Juncheng: "Warning, don't play tricks with your grandpa!" pattern."

Fu Juncheng glanced lightly at Father Fu who was grinning, and then casually looked away.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes fell on the leader of the man with the scar again, and he sneered: "Got it, good grandson."

The man with the scar stared at Fu Juncheng's extraordinarily beautiful face, and almost forgot to say anything. It took him a long time to realize what Fu Juncheng said: "You boy, you want to die!"

Look at this guy with slender arms and legs, yet he dares to be mad, it's really incompetent!

Before the man with the scar finished his harsh words, the younger brother at the bottom had already taken the initiative to attack Fu Juncheng's straight nose with his fist.

Close at hand!

It was too late to say it, but it was soon, Fu Juncheng tilted his head, and the wind of fists brushed the fine hair on his forehead, piercing the cold air.

In an instant, Fu Juncheng raised his leg and kicked, hitting his abdomen!

The man fell back in pain, and couldn't dodge with the few behind him who were about to come forward to help, hugged into a ball and rolled around several times!

Seeing that the situation took a turn for the worse, the few people who watched had no time to watch the play anymore, and joined the melee one after another!

Even the man with the scar didn't care about Father Fu whose legs were so weak that he was about to collapse, and rushed forward like a thunder.

However, the kid in front of him changed his usual docile appearance and determined to fight them to the end. A group of people just hated that they came too hastily. If they knew that the other party had this skill, they shouldn't be afraid of accidents and didn't even take the guy with them.

In the blink of an eye, another accomplice was thrown to the ground by Fu Juncheng, and the man with the scar slapped him fiercely. Unexpectedly, Fu Juncheng was very nimble, and with a light leap, he grabbed a branch above his head and quickly dodged, so fast that he couldn't even Too late to stop——

Fu Juncheng watched helplessly as the younger brother who was accidentally injured by the man with the scar fell to the ground, his handsome eyebrows raised slightly, and the moment he let go, he kicked the man in the face without mercy.

In the next second, Fu Juncheng landed firmly.

He suddenly curled his lips, and the slightly lowered corners of his eyes looked extraordinarily harmless with that smile: "Take back what you just said, I don't have such a useless grandson like you."

The man with the scar hadn't been taught such a lesson before, so he covered his aching face and didn't show any anger.

"what--"

Suddenly there was a scream not far away.Finally, someone remembered Fu's father who was thrown aside to run away, and he kicked and dragged him back.

The man with the scar spit, looked at the middle-aged man who was pinned down by his younger brother, and finally felt the pleasure of revenge in his heart: "Don't forget, your father is still in our hands."

Fu Juncheng frowned and remained silent.

Seeing Fu Juncheng stop, the man with the scar thought it worked, and a smug smile appeared on his face: "If you want your father to survive, just stand there obediently and don't move."

Fu Juncheng glanced at him with a half-smile: "If you want to do it, hurry up, the villain dies because of talking too much, haven't you heard this sentence?"

Scar Man: "..."

Fu Juncheng said seriously: "Remember to be tough, anyway, I also dislike him."

This reversal was beyond their expectation, but Fu Juncheng had an unserious appearance, and it didn't look like a lie that was just out of tricks.

The forehead of the man with the scar twitched, as if he had punched the cotton.

Fu Juncheng smiled, and continued unhurriedly: "But there are cameras around here, the big deal is that the fish will die and the net will be broken, and no one will get any benefit."

As he said that, Fu Juncheng's gaze inadvertently swept over the strange face who was pinned down pitifully on the ground, closed his eyes because of fear, and trembled with fright.

Fu Juncheng was stunned for a while, and a picture of the past that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his head.

Maybe it's original?

Fu Juncheng couldn't see the man's face, and even the surrounding background was foggy. He only knew that the man was patiently coaxing a five or six-year-old boy.

The other party hugged the boy's armpit with both hands and lifted it up, carrying the soft glutinous dumpling with a sweet smile on his shoulder.

"Father's precious son is heavy again," the man's words were full of pampering, "Whatever Xiaocheng wants, Dad will buy it for you."

Is it Father Fu?

Fu Juncheng couldn't help but sigh, time is not only a butcher's knife, but also a gut-piercing poison, it can even poison people's hearts to death.

With a slight movement in his heart, Fu Juncheng unconsciously held his breath, and only later realized that the shadow cast behind his feet was sneaking close to him.

But it was too late.

The world is as still as a freeze frame.

Fu Juncheng raised his hand to block it, but in a blink of an eye, someone grabbed his shoulders tightly, and a strong wind swept his ears——

Someone came to protect him, turned around at the same time, kicked the long stick in the attacker's hand, and all the movements were done in one go!

Fu Juncheng's forehead touched the shoulder of the visitor.

The warmth from the opponent's body mixed with the inadvertently tainted dewy cold air stuck to his skin, Fu Juncheng had no time to regain his senses, and felt the opponent's breath lightly brushed his eartips, a little itchy.

Fu Juncheng's throat tightened, and he raised his head abruptly.

Under the black peaked cap worn by the visitor, what caught the eye was an overly handsome face, with deep brows and eyes, a high nose and thin lips, and because of the close distance, one could still see distinct eyelashes.

Just a few hours ago, he had seen this person once.

Suddenly, Fu Juncheng was stunned.

how come……

"Xu Yaozhou?" Fu Juncheng asked in shock, "Why are you here?"

Xu Yaozhou didn't look at him. After Fu Juncheng got out of his arms, he closed his eyes tightly, then raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat. The simple and smooth line of his jaw was as vivid as a relief in the silent night. After half a second of silence, he said something serious : "Passing by."

"..."

Fu Juncheng roughly recalled the phone screen that he accidentally glimpsed just now, and it probably happened to be zero.

At once……

God damn passing by...