After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

As soon as this palpitating thought popped into my mind, Fu Jincheng's slightly hurried voice rang out.

"Wen Yinuo! I've told you so many times not to let your imagination run wild."

Wen Yinuo came back to his senses from his palpitations:

"……Feel sorry."

He didn't want to either.

But now, I can't control it.

"Don't apologize to me." Fu Jincheng placed a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead. "I never believed those rumors."

At that time, he was too naive compared to those old foxes in the Fu family.

But he was well aware of the things that the wealthy families dared not say openly.

There is no evidence, all of it comes from the Gu family.

Anyone who believes this should not be treated as a human being.

Just be a machine.

"Really?" Wen Yinuo asked carefully.

"real."

Fu Jincheng repeated it several times before continuing:

"What's more, even if those rumors really happened, my feelings towards Xiaobao would not change at all."

Wen Yinuo's heart stopped for a moment.

"If it's not a rumor... then I'm a bad person."

Can bad guys be liked?

Fu Jincheng held Wen Yinuo's hand tightly, and looked at the monitor beside the bed inconspicuously. When he saw the values ​​on it stabilized, he continued:

"So what? The law will naturally judge right and wrong."

"The only thing I want to do is love you."

"I love Vinno."

Human emotions are irrational.

Fu Jincheng loves Wen Yinuo, and this basic fact will never change, and it has never been based on the premise of what kind of person Wen Yinuo is.

As long as Wen Yinuo is himself, not anyone else.

No matter what he becomes, Fu Jincheng's love, as deep as the boundless night sky, will always be there.

Always be with Wen Yinuo.

Wen Yinuo, now calm, has a clear mind.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the young man seriously:

"...I think you were just coaxing me, brother."

"No." Fu Jincheng refuted without hesitation, "Every word I said was from the heart."

“That’s all true.”

Wen Yinuo gritted his teeth and bit Fu Jincheng's wrist, leaving a row of clear teeth marks on it.

"But I don't want to." The young man said softly, "If I am really a bad person, my brother's efforts will not be rewarded."

It's just a waste of time.

Even later on, he would be implicated.

"Xiaobao, I want to correct you on one point." Fu Jincheng listened quietly to the person in his arms before continuing, "True love will not change because of external things, and it does not ask for anything in return."

"If you need it, it's not called emotion, it's called investment."

Wen Yinuo couldn't understand and couldn't comprehend it.

Even if parents and children are related by blood, parents must get rewards from their children.

They will even tell the children what they should "return".

In this world, is there really any love that does not ask for any response?

After explaining carefully, Fu Jincheng lowered his eyes and met Wen Yinuo's still hesitant black eyes.

He sighed silently.

I thought, forget it.

In this short life, at the best age, I was killed by the person closest to me by blood.

Wen Yinuo is still willing to continue living, he should be grateful.

Why expect anything else?

"I believe my brother." The boy's lips curled slightly with hesitation in his eyes, "I don't believe others."

"But I will always believe in you."

In the hospital corridor, separated by a door.

The doctor who was stopped and Lin Songan who stopped him both had varying degrees of anxiety in their eyes.

Some family members emphasized this again and again, and the doctor was reluctant to express his opinion.

Lin Songan doesn't need it.

I lay on the ward door like a thief and eavesdropped for a long time, but didn't hear any sound.

The worries that had just been dispelled came back again.

"There's no sound inside." Lin Songan looked at Zhao Lingyun and whispered, "Nothing will happen, right?"

Zhao Lingyun hesitated for a moment: "...No."

Don’t ask, the answer is just intuition and experience, plus understanding of my two younger brothers.

Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng, between the two of them.

As long as one retains his sanity, things will never get out of control.

Lin Songan thought it was a bit far-fetched:

"This... has absolutely no scientific basis."

"A lot of things are like this." Zhao Lingyun played with his fingers. "There is no basis for this. It sounds outrageous."

"But it is there. It is an established fact that cannot be changed."

As if to confirm what Zhao Lingyun said.

Less than two minutes later, the ward door opened from the inside.

It's very obvious when you look at it.

Although Wen Yinuo is awake now, his emotions are stable.

The doctor who was stopped in the corridor entered the ward together with the psychologist who had hurried over and was in charge of Wen Yinuo's condition.

When the psychologist saw Wen Yinuo’s calm mood, he thought he was hallucinating at first.

It was not until the boy on the hospital bed frowned slightly and expressed concern that the psychologist was sure that it was not an illusion.

This is outrageous, the psychiatrist thought.

With my almost 40 years of medical experience, I have treated at least 800 patients who were completely cured, if not 1,000.

Not to mention the examples I've heard and seen.

The total amount is at least five digits.

Looking at the five-digit examples, none of the patients with similar conditions to Wen Yinuo were able to recover from the second outbreak without medication or systemic treatment.

Yes, after learning about the experiences of Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng, it is a fact that the emotional bond between the two of them is incomparably deep for ordinary people.

No matter how deep the connection was, the psychiatrist never thought that these two people could become a precedent that had never been seen before.

My hands are itching to write the paper.

Thinking of this, the psychologist secretly looked at Fu Jincheng.

One glance and the psychiatrist gave up the idea.

Although the thesis is tempting, life is more precious.

If he wanted to stay alive, there was no way he would write a paper.

Alas, what a pity.

Suppressing the desire in his heart, the psychologist stepped forward and examined Wen Yinuo together with the surgeon.

As a result, Wen Yinuo did not suffer any physical harm.

The surgeon who came here thought about it for several years from that moment on, but still couldn't figure it out.

How on earth did a victim of kidnapping manage to not suffer any injury and almost kill the kidnapper?

In comparison, Wen Yinuo's mental condition is much more serious.

He couldn't even tell the patient's family directly in front of him.