After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

"The Shen family?"

Fu Tingchen crushed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray, his eyes were dark.

"From today onwards, there will be no Shen family in Kyoto."

The voice was low and clear, cold and harsh.

"Yes,"

Yang Yi's eyes were full of understanding.

"This subordinate will do it."

Madam is now Mr. Fu's Nilin.

The Shen family refused to hug such a golden thigh, but they still wanted to fight against it.

It's really self-inflicted, and you can't live.

"Fu Qiming's place,"

Fu Tingchen narrowed his cold and long dark eyes slightly.

"Any action?"

"Sir no,"

Yang Yi looked at Fu Tingchen and said truthfully.

"But the second young master has been sending people to monitor Miss Jiang."

"Fu Tingchuan and Wen Yi's appetite,"

Fu Tingchen's slender, fair fingers clasped lightly and slowly on the table, his handsome face was full of indifference.

"It's not small."

Yang Yi couldn't understand the meaning of Fu Tingchen's words, so he had to ask directly.

"Your subordinates will send someone to deliver those people found at the entrance of the bar to Mr. Jiang?"

In this way, the conspiracy of Wen Yi and Fu Tingchuan will be directly exposed to the Jiang family.

Fu Tingchen pursed his lips, his dark pupils were full of alienation and coldness.

"Not yet."

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On the outskirts of the city, half-old villas.

half?

He Yan looked at Si Nan indifferently, his eyes were obscure and full of inquiry.

He wants to see what the half of the truth refers to.

"I'm looking for you because you are the most soft-hearted and affectionate of the three of them,"

Sinan played with the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said warmly with the corners of his lips curled up.

"You will definitely come when you receive my call."

He Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, noncommittal.

"But don't worry, I didn't think about asking you to stand by me and intercede for me,"

The smile on the corner of Si Nan's mouth was bitter.

"What I want to trouble you with is another matter."

He Yan lowered his eyes, looked at the tea in the cup and said lightly.

"Tell me."

"Tomorrow night is Mr. Fu's birthday banquet,"

Si Nan looked at He Yan pleadingly.

"Before then, I hope you can take me to the old house of Fu's family to meet Mr. Fu."

"You have lived in Fu's old house for more than ten years, and you are more familiar with it than I am,"

He Yan didn't agree, and raised his eyes to look at Sinan.

"You can go by yourself."

"If I go by myself,"

Si Nan twitched the corners of his mouth, the self-mockery and sadness in his eyes came out from the gold-rimmed glasses.

"I'm afraid I will be taken away by Tingchen's people before I get close to the old house."

Having said that, he suddenly looked at He Yan seriously.

"He Yan, I won't rest in peace even if I die before I formally apologize to Mr. Fu."

Before he finished speaking, Sinan supported the wheelchair with his hands, and his whole body lost weight in an instant and knelt down in front of Heyan.

"Brothers in the past, I beg you."

His pale face looked very miserable, completely different from the gentleness before.

"You don't have to,"

He Yan didn't reach out to help Sinan, but stood up to avoid the direction where he was kneeling.

The narrow peach blossom eyes stared closely at his eyes, as if trying to see something abnormal from inside.

But nothing but apologies and pleas.

The air almost freezes.

"I'll think about it and give you an answer tonight,"

He Yan looked down at Sinan and spoke in a deep voice.

"But remember, now I am standing completely behind Tingchen. Even if I agree to you, it is to help Tingchen pull out the thorn in my heart."

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"As for whether he kills or cuts you, I will only support it and not stop it."

"Anyway,"

Sinan hooked the corners of his mouth and said with a wry smile.

"Thanks in advance."

He Yan gave Sinan a complicated look, then turned and walked out.

When starting the car, I thought of the mobile phone I forgot.