Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Although Father Ji has agreed to let Ji Fanfan out, Fu Zechuan still has another thing to get back from him——

"Please return Fanfan's mobile phone, too."

He pressed on step by step, and continued meaningfully: "I believe Mr. Ji will not have the habit of deliberately detaining other people's mobile phones, and using other people's mobile phones to send random messages."

Ji's father's old face is almost unbearable, and now he really wants to strangle Fu Zechuan to death and tell him to shut up!shut up!

He took Ji Fanfan's cell phone out of his pocket with a livid face, and slapped it heavily on the table, "Are you satisfied!"

Fu Zechuan took the phone away with a light smile, flipped through the WeChat chat history in the phone in front of Ji's father, and then selected the "breakup" and a series of messages after that, and deleted them with one click. He didn't want Ji Fanfan to see these sad.

Then he raised a bright smile in a rage, looked at Ji's father and boasted against his will, "President Ji is really well-bred."

Father Ji was so satirized by him that his breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't move up or down. It was more uncomfortable than eating a fly.

When Ji Fanfan was released, every step he took was terrified. Although he hoped that Father Ji would understand him, when he saw Fu Zechuan in the living room, he knew that was not the case.

Fu Zechuan never expected that Ji Fanfan's complexion looked even worse than when he was hospitalized in just a few days. His pale complexion and bloodless lips made him look even weaker, as if the next second It will fall down uncontrollably.

Where is this home, I don’t know, I thought he was kidnapped!

Fu Zechuan suppressed his anger and the urge to hold Ji Fanfan in his arms. He strode to Ji Fanfan's side and whispered distressedly, "Sorry, I'm late."

Ji Fanfan's eyes were sore, he shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Fu Zechuan held his hand and was about to take him out of this purgatory, but Ji Fanfan gently shook his hand, "Wait a minute."

Fu Zechuan looked at him puzzled, "Are you going to stay here and be imprisoned?"

Ji Fanfan was silent for a while, but before he could speak, Ji's father interjected: "Mr. Fu, I have released him, can you go now?"

Fu Zechuan sneered, confronting him, "I can't keep him here, I'm going to take him away now."

He held Ji Fanfan's shoulder, looked deeply into his eyes, and asked expectantly, "Will you come with me?"

Ji Fanfan lowered his eyes and bit his lip, his face turned paler, he thought for a while, and then made up his mind and said to Father Ji: "Dad, I don't think I'm wrong, please respect my choice."

This was the first and only time that Ji Fanfan disobeyed Father Ji's order.

Father Ji glared at Ji Fanfan angrily, and said sharply, "If you dare to take a step here today, you will never come back!"

Ji Fanfan clenched his hands tightly, his body shook almost invisible, but his low voice was extremely firm, "Dad, I'm sorry..."

Fu Zechuan patted Ji Fanfan's head in satisfaction, wrapped his hand in his palm, "Let's go."

When he first stepped out of the door of Ji's house, the bright sunlight and fresh air outside made Ji Fanfan feel like a world away. He had never found that freedom was so close to him, as close as a breeze passing through his palm, so within reach.

Fu Zechuan asked Ji Fanfan to get in the car first, and then said to the lawyer who came to help: "Thank you, you can go back."

The lawyer bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes, young master."

After answering, he waved at the side of the road and took a taxi to go home on his own. There was not a single redundant look in the whole process, let alone a redundant word.

Fu Zechuan turned his head and took another look at Ji's house. If it wasn't for Ji Fanfan, he wouldn't have come here. Just looking at this place makes him feel sick.

He got into the car, leaned over to the co-pilot, and fastened the seat belt for the dazed Ji Fanfan.

When the aura belonging to Fu Zechuan lingered on the tip of his nose, Ji Fanfan suddenly came to his senses. It was like a dream to see Fu Zechuan again this time. He thought they would never see each other again.

Ji Fanfan subconsciously held Fu Zechuan's hand that fastened his seat belt. His hand was very warm, a temperature that made him very attached.

Fu Zechuan didn't withdraw his hand. He looked at Ji Fanfan, who had red eye circles and haggard face, and his heart ached.

He touched Ji Fanfan's small head with his other hand, and comforted him: "It's okay, with me here, no one can bully you anymore."

Ji Fanfan held his hand tightly, nodded with sobs, "Zechuan, thank you! I thought you would be angry with me..."

Fu Zechuan lovingly touched his cheek with the back of his hand, "Fool, why would I be angry with you? Even if I wanted to be angry, it was because you didn't take good care of your body. Look at you, I've only been away for a few days, and you've lost weight. If you are like this, I will feel bad."

Ji Fanfan finally couldn't help the tears from overflowing his eyes, he was the only one who cared about him so much.

Fu Zechuan wiped away the tears on his face with a tissue, and comforted him like a child: "Okay, okay, don't cry, I'll take you home, to our home."

Ji Fanfan cried and laughed, "Yeah!"

Fu Zechuan drove Ji Fanfan all the way back to the small western-style building before. Ji Fanfan was very tired, and fell asleep in the car due to the exhaustion of his body. Even Fu Zechuan didn't wake up when he took him out of the car.

He carried Ji Fanfan back to the bedroom, and covered Ji Fanfan with a quilt thoughtfully.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently pushed aside the broken hair on Ji Fanfan's forehead, and stared at Ji Fanfan intently.

This person is really too fragile, so fragile that people feel that he will be smashed like a porcelain doll in the next second, but he is too strong, as if those bad pasts didn't happen to him.

Fu Zechuan couldn't help but leaned over and pressed a light kiss on his lips. At this moment, he was very clear about one thing, he wanted to protect him, he wanted to wrap him under his wings, so that he would not suffer any more harm.

Whether it's the Ji family or the Liang family, don't even think about touching a hair of him again.

Ji Fanfan, stay by my side, become mine, I can give you whatever you want...

Early the next morning, when Ji Fanfan opened his eyes, he was still there for several seconds, unable to realize where he was for a while, until he heard the shallow breathing beside him.

He turned his head to look at the person beside him, and Fu Zechuan was sleeping peacefully beside him.

Even if he was asleep, it didn't affect Fu Zechuan's appearance in the slightest. He was still so good-looking, and he couldn't get enough of him.

Ji Fanfan's gaze lingered on his face, from his long eyelashes to his high nose bridge and soft lips.

Just looking at it like this made Ji Fanfan's face a little hot. Seeing that Fu Zechuan hadn't woken up yet, he couldn't help but gently touch his lips with his fingers.

Fu Zechuan was a light sleeper, but when he touched it, he woke up.

Ji Fanfan quickly withdrew his hand as if being caught on the spot, and shyly hid himself under the quilt.

Seeing his reaction, Fu Zechuan laughed in a low voice. His voice was slightly hoarse when he just woke up, and it sounded particularly provocative. He reached out and pulled Ji Fanfan's quilt down.

Then kissed him intimately on the forehead, "Baby, good morning."

Ji Fanfan's entire face was flushed, and his bright eyes avoided looking at him, "Did I wake you up?"

Fu Zechuan scratched his nose with his fingers, and said dotingly: "No, the time is just right."

"Then, I'll make you breakfast." Ji Fanfan said as he was about to get out of bed.

Fu Zechuan pressed his shoulders to prevent him from getting up, "Stay well, rest for a while, and I will send someone to bring you breakfast. Your biggest task now is to take good care of your body."

"I, I'm fine."

Fu Zechuan knocked him on the head, "Don't you know that your complexion is bad?"

Ji Fanfan touched his face subconsciously, and asked for proof, "Will it be?"

Fu Zechuan held Ji Fanfan in his arms, wrapped his hands around his waist, and replied softly, "Yes."

He leaned on Ji Fanfan's back shoulder, bit his ear ambiguously, "Sleep with me for a while, good boy."

At this moment, the bodies of the two of them were almost stuck together, and Ji Fanfan could even hear the beating of the powerful heart of the person behind him, which made him nervous and at ease.

But at the same time, he felt conflicted. He wanted to turn around and look at Fu Zechuan face to face, but he was afraid of disturbing him.

"Are you nervous? Your body is stiff."

Fu Zechuan's sudden voice made Ji Fanfan tremble subconsciously.

Fu Zechuan opened his unconsciously clenched hands, only to find that his palms were covered with cold sweat. He clasped his fingers together and comforted him softly, "Remember the past again?"

Ji Fanfan bit his lip and discussed with him with trembling eyelashes, "Well, Zechuan, can I watch you sleep?"

Fu Zechuan: "Turn around."

Ji Fanfan obediently adjusted his position, staring at Fu Zechuan's face with dark eyes, "It's much better now."

Fu Zechuan pressed against his forehead with his eyes closed, and patted his back, "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you to overcome it."

Ji Fanfan nestled into his arms, his whole body relaxed, gently rubbed the clothes on his chest, closed his eyes again and fell asleep peacefully.

In the next few days, Ji Fanfan will eat three meals a day, plus various supplements.

Fu Zechuan seemed determined to fatten him up, so he arranged for a top chef to bring delicious food to Ji Fanfan every day, and insisted on supervising him to finish eating. If the company had urgent matters to deal with, he would He would also turn on the video and watch Ji Fanfan eat up his food obediently.

However, Ji Fanfan, who has been taking supplements for a week, is really worried when he hears the name of the supplement.

That night, he looked at the stew pot on the table with a bitter expression on his face, and he struggled to discuss with Fu Zechuan, "Zechuan, can I stop eating..."?