When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

Ji Chen looked at Fu Yu's face: "Eight coffins are dying?"

Fu Yu pinched the piece of paper, turned his fingers over, the back was empty, with nothing on it.

"It seems that is exactly what it means."

It is so obvious, how could they not guess it.

"Did the last action alarm them, and this time I came here to warn you." Ji Chen was a little worried.

By sending the letter here accurately, it seems that he has grasped Fu Yu's whereabouts, and even knows his relationship with his senior brother.

Fu Yu sneered: "We can't draw conclusions so early, it's not certain who sent this thing."

Few people knew about the relationship between him and Yan Zhiyan, how could Yan Zhiyan's life and death be sent to him.

What's more, Ji Shen cast the coffin-sealing spell at that time, and those people couldn't find traces of Yan Zhiyan from it, so how could they be linked together?

Thinking of these, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion, "This thing is probably sent by Yan Zhiyan, and it is his intention that needs to be carefully considered."

Ji Chen smiled: "If it was really sent by your senior brother, what does he mean by asking you to protect him?"

Fu Yu immediately rolled his eyes: "I protect him? He thinks well."

Without even showing his face, relying on the poor-quality printed pictures, he wanted him to stand in front of him and work hard.

He is so beautiful.

Besides, isn't it just an eight-coffin desperate to trap that person even if he can't be trapped?

"It's better to investigate." Ji Chen patted him on the shoulder, "If it wasn't sent by your brother, it might be dangerous."

Fu Yuwen was stunned for a moment: "Probably not, not many people know my identity."

"But don't tell me, your senior brother has no reason to send you this." Ji Chen knew that Fu Yu didn't say anything, but in fact he still cared about his senior brother.

"Even if it has nothing to do with your senior brother, don't you care if you really encounter such a thing?"

"Of course I will."

Seeing that he was a little loose, Ji Chen threw him a step: "Maybe because of this incident, you will be able to see your senior brother."

Fu Yu looked at Ji Chen suspiciously: "Big star, why do I feel that what you said is so villainous? It's like brainwashing someone, and by the way, draw a big cake for the other party."

Ji Chen: "..."

That's what he said, but Fu Yu knew what he meant.

He waved at people, and when Ji Chen came over from behind the sofa, Fu Yu put his arms around his waist.

"Although I often say that I want to find him, when I came to the imperial capital, I found that I don't really want to see him that much." Fu Yu buried his face in Ji Chen's leg, "I don't know what he is doing now, but at least He shouldn't be collaborating with the enemy and treason, after all, the special team knows about him, but I don't understand why he keeps avoiding me in this case."

Sometimes Fu Shi would really think back to when he was a child, the three of them lived in that small dilapidated courtyard.

Life is poor and ordinary, but it makes people feel very solid.

But one day when he came home from school, his senior brother disappeared. He said he was out to do some errands, but he never came back.

Then the old man's health went from bad to worse, and he passed away within a few years.

Fu Yu remembered very clearly that there was a rare heavy snowfall in S City that day, and the snowflakes were scattered all over the place, and within an hour, it was as thick as a shoe.

Just in time for him to just come back from school during the winter vacation of his freshman year, holding a small one thousand in his hand by setting up a stall under the overpass, and excitedly wanted to invite that dead old man to the restaurant.

But when he opened the door, he was stunned by the scene he saw.

The old man sat on the rocking chair with a layer of snow on his body...

Ji Chen just wanted to comfort him.

Fu Yu raised his head, let go of his waist, and touched his pants back and forth: "What is this, why is it so tight."

As he spoke, his hand rubbed back and forth along the trace.

"It's nothing." Ji Chen quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away, "It's the shirt clip to fix the shirt."

"Oh~ no wonder you all look neat in your suits, it turns out that you used props."

"What's so unusual about this." Ji Chen sat next to him, "Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the shirt gets wrinkled or comes out of the trousers when doing activities?"

Fu Yu stared at his legs again, and asked Ji Chen to slap him on the forehead.

"What's interesting, let's think about it." Ji Chen focused on the picture in his hand.

"Ouch." Fu Yu tilted his body and rubbed against Ji Chen, "Big star, don't be so thin-skinned~"

"Don't change the subject!"

Seeing his serious expression, Fu Yu sat up straight with a dry cough, and also became serious: "Before things happen, it's useless for me to think about it."

He is not a god, and he cannot predict the future.

This matter was originally just a trick, so could it be possible that he could find the murderer behind the scenes and go directly to his base camp?

But please, he has a mortal body, if those islanders have guns and ammunition, he will belch before he goes up.

I haven't seen other people's special teams have to bring a few armed personnel with them.

"In this case, don't think too much about it." Ji Chen rubbed his hair, "Go down to eat."

During dinner, Mr. Ji noticed that Fu Yu was absent-minded: "Younger, are you still used to living here? If you need anything, just ask."

"I'm used to it." Fu Yu smiled, "My family takes good care of me."

This is not a polite word. After living in Ji's house for ten days, everyone who should come back has returned.

But knowing his identity, no one will feel that he is an unexpected visitor, even if they are not that familiar, they will greet him when they meet.

This is already pretty good.

"An An also takes good care of the pretty uncle." Ji Ansui held the chicken leg in his hand, and gnawed his mouth full of oil in triumph.

Fu Yu picked a piece of meat for him with his serving chopsticks in a funny way: "Okay, then I have to thank you."

"Cough cough."

"Well, come here, I have to have one here." Fu Yu smiled and picked up a big piece of fat, and then lowered his head to pick up the rice.

His coaxing tone caught the attention of the whole family.

The meat over there is fat and thin, and the meat here is pure and fat.

Looking at the unequal treatment, Ji Chen was annoyed and funny, but he ate it anyway.

Not daring to savor it carefully, I quickly took a mouthful of rice after throwing it into my mouth.

He knew that with this person, he would never take the route of warmth.

Old man Ji watched the two people's actions with a smile. The two young people got along well, so the old man felt relieved.

Yu is a good boy.