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

Fu Juncheng felt insulted.

He is a cool boy, still chirping?

And with Wu Jin?

Is there something wrong? !

Instead, he wanted to throw one over his shoulder and beat Wu Jin to the point where it was almost as bad as it was.

To prevent Xu Yaozhou from misunderstanding his own image, Fu Juncheng put his three fingers together, made a gesture of oath, and emphasized to Xu Yaozhou: "Absolutely not, he framed me."

Xu Yaozhou just looked at him quietly without making a sound.

Xie Chen took the first step and said in disgust: "You are enough, do you really think we are blind? Who was the person who was photographed nestling in Wu Jin's arms like a cat before? Do you know that Xu Yaozhou's reputation was almost ruined?"

Fu Juncheng: "..."

Coincidentally, it's really not him.

But he couldn't say that.

At the same time, the phone that Xie Chen casually placed on the table vibrated, and the screen instantly lit up.

An APP message pops up——

[Fu Juncheng committed suicide because of love, suspected of being depressed? ? ? 】

Fu Juncheng: "???"

Fu Juncheng glanced over, his head full of question marks.

But Xie Chen was still curious and clicked in.

It's a screenshot of a video.

In the picture, Fu Juncheng is sitting on the window sill with his legs spread apart, looking down at the people at the bottom of the building. Because the pixels are not high enough, he can only vaguely see Fu Juncheng's slightly thin silhouette, and his side face is simple and beautiful, which is really a bit A sense of loneliness and pity.

And although the man at the bottom of the building couldn't see his face clearly, if he watched it together with the previous nightclub breaking news video, he could vaguely discern that it was the man who was hugging Fu Juncheng intimately back then.

It took less than an hour for the post to build a tall building, and one after another followed the post——

"Tsk, it seems that the benefactor doesn't want Fu Juncheng anymore, and Fu Juncheng is hiding under the quilt."

"Idiots know that people are just playing for fun. Fu Juncheng is addicted to hugging thighs, right?"

"A friend is in the circle. I heard that Bai Yueguang, the patron, is Xu Yaozhou, and Fu Juncheng is a substitute. Now that the master is back, who needs a substitute!"

"Please don't bring my brother, please, what evil did Xu Yaozhou do to appear in this building!"

"Hahahaha laughing, what a substitute, that is the difference between a seller's show and a buyer's show."

"The audition video that Fu Juncheng broke out before, you all boasted that there is nothing in the sky, but now it seems that he is acting in his true colors. I would say that he is out of his mind."

"I heard that he used to be a few benefactors, but now this Fu Juncheng is tempted, it's true, he was disgusted by the benefactors to death."

"Ah, so disgusting..."

……

At the same time, Fu Juncheng's cell phone vibrated non-stop.

It is Xu Yaozhou's fan group.

Before being pestered by the little girl to scan the QR code to join the group, Fu Juncheng never quit. He didn't read it for only a few minutes, and the group message added more than 100 messages.

It's all about complaining about him, and Amitabha Buddha blesses Fu Juncheng not to drag Xu Yaozhou into the water again this time.

Fu Juncheng kept looking at his phone while Xu Yaozhou was sitting with him in the back seat. He glanced lightly at Fu Juncheng's phone screen. Seeing that Fu Juncheng seemed to be chatting with someone, he frowned slightly and asked, "Really?" Do you need my help?"

"No need," Fu Juncheng said, "This matter is aimed at me, and has nothing to do with you."

Besides, he had already troubled Xu Yaozhou many times, and he really didn't want to add trouble to Xu Yaozhou.

It was obvious that Wu Jin did it.

He just tore his face yesterday, so he is probably suffering at home right now, trying to torture him.

It's just that he hasn't seen any big storms and waves in his previous life, and there is no way to make him surrender based on these alone!

Since Wu Jin wants to play, he will play with Wu Jin.

Wu Jin received a call from the housekeeper and heard that Fu Juncheng had returned, so he rushed over from Wu's house without stopping.

After being tortured all night and losing face, Wu Jin was very gloomy. The assistant carefully looked in the rearview mirror and tried to persuade him: "You shouldn't have talked to Director Wu like that just now, he said that for you good."

Wu Jin stared at him sharply: "Don't worry about things you shouldn't care about."

The assistant shrank his neck, remembering Director Wu furious at Wu Jin because he felt ashamed, he hesitated for a moment and said: "Fu Juncheng can go back and wait for you, he should know he was wrong."

Wu Jin sneered: "He doesn't think he was wrong."

Thinking about it, Fu Juncheng was driven to nowhere by those comments on the Internet, so he begged for mercy from him.

This thought made Wu Jin feel a little better.

But in the blink of an eye, Xu Yaozhou's delicate face suddenly appeared in his mind.

It's not the gentleness and politeness of the past, nor the coldness and alienation of indifference...

Instead, he hides a particularly indifferent determination and sternness, and those peach-blossom eyes with black pupils just stare at him straightly, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, chilling.

As if deliberately meeting his own attack, everything was under his control.

but……

how come?

Wu Jin couldn't figure it out.

What is the significance of Xu Yaozhou doing this?

For Fu Juncheng?

This thought made Wu Jin unable to stop laughing. Xu Yaozhou had only returned to China not long ago, so how could he possibly have contact with that kind of low-level people?

If it weren't for him, Fu Juncheng would not know in which dirty corner he would be hiding and crying.

Ah.

Wu Jin sneered, as expected, cats who were unfamiliar with raising were most likely to be ungrateful.

As a result, when Wu Jin returned to the villa he bought outside, he failed to see Fu Juncheng who was full of sadness and tears in his eyes as he had imagined.

I saw Fu Juncheng dragging his suitcase down from the second floor, and was being stopped by several servants. It seemed that he was afraid that Wu Jin would be angry, so he dragged Fu Juncheng to prevent him from leaving. Then he saw Wu Jin appearing, his face was overjoyed, and he was busy with the assistant With a look in his eyes, he retreated.

Wu Jin even forgot to take off his coat. He glanced at Fu Juncheng with burning eyes, and sat down on the sofa closest to him.

"Want to leave?" Wu Jin slightly opened his lips.

Seeing this, Fu Juncheng simply sat in front of Wu Jin, crossing his legs, and his sitting posture was even more unclely than Wu Jin.

"Why," Fu Juncheng smiled, "You can't bear to part with me?"

Wu Jin: "..."

Fu Juncheng looked at Wu Jin's black eyes, and a smile gradually dyed the brows from the corners of his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes: "Could it be that last night wasn't exciting enough?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Wu Jin panicked.

Even Fu Juncheng's smiling eyes looked more dazzling.

"Fu Juncheng, don't forget, you still have something to do with me," Wu Jin laughed angrily, "You can leave as soon as you want?"

Fu Juncheng: "..."

Wu Jin: "There are no doors."

Fu Juncheng was surprised for a second, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened suddenly: "The reason you're talking about is the old man's huge gambling debt?"

Wu Jin frowned slightly.

Fu Juncheng said slowly: "I don't care whether the creditor behind it is you or not. Anyway, whether the old man is dead or alive has nothing to do with me. He did it all by himself. Do you really want me to sell myself as a cash machine? Do you need me again?" Sign a contract? Do you think you are filming an early ancient idol drama? A sky-high contract, the canary of a domineering president?"

He had seen Fu Juncheng's proud appearance.

But I didn't expect to be so proud.

Wu Jin didn't answer for a moment.

Then Fu Juncheng casually said again: "I'll give you another gift before I leave."

As he said that, Fu Juncheng took out a thumb-sized USB flash drive from his pocket, and threw it on the marble coffee table, making a clear sound of "dang".

Seeing Wu Jin's stunned expression, Fu Juncheng said, "A piece of audio was recorded by hand slipping before. I was afraid that I would accidentally slip it and post it on the Internet, so I specially left it for you."

Wu Jin raised his head suddenly and stared into his eyes.

Fu Juncheng reminded: "You said that if Director Wu found out that all the netizens knew about it, his son threatened him with debts and insisted on supporting a starlet who was full of slander, what would his reaction be?"

Wu Jin gritted his teeth: "Fu Juncheng, you..."

Fu Juncheng: "I remember that Director Wu is not in good health. Yesterday, my son showed all his ugliness, so he must be very angry, right?"

Wu Jin: "..."

Fu Juncheng: "As you get older, you have to take good care of your health."

Wu Jin: "..."

"Oh, I mean Mr. Wu," Fu Juncheng said with a smile, "If you do too many bad things, you will be punished easily."

Slag Gong, I advise you to be kind.

Be yourself.