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

Wen Yinuo was tossed and turned for almost the entire night.

During this period, he cried until his voice was hoarse countless times, begging those who were tormenting him to stop.

Every time, I was either ignored or ignored.

Or, after Fu Jincheng deliberately played the victim, he would give in and continue to be tormented.

After much hard work, the sky turned pale as the dawn broke.

Wen Yinuo was finally released and got to rest.

When I woke up, it was almost dusk.

I opened my eyes hazily, and gradually recovered, with the sensations of every part of my body being clearly transmitted to my brain.

It doesn't hurt.

It's just sore and soft everywhere.

My hands, legs and waist are weak.

My throat was so dry that I could hardly make a sound.

Wen Yinuo rubbed his tired and sore waist and sat up by holding the head of the bed.

The boy, who was conscious but whose brain had not yet fully started to think, stared at the quilt in a daze.

Even the culprit who woke him up at this time didn't notice when he came in with a cup of honey water.

It was not until he felt something warm and cool on his lips that Wen Yinuo blinked blankly and gradually came to his senses.

After taking a sip of water, the boy moved his gaze from the quilt to the golden-red sunlight shining into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains, and then slowly moved his gaze to the face of the young man who was holding the cup and feeding him water with a gentle smile.

Looking at that familiar and gentle face, Wen Yinuo became furious.

Smile, smile, smile, smile. Now your smile is gentle and you look well-behaved.

Actually?

The night before, no matter how much he begged, she either ignored him or was shameless, playing the victim and using her beauty to trick him into backing down. Who was that person?

Is it a dog?

"Fu, Jin, Cheng." Wen Yinuo bit the words one by one and squeezed them out from between his teeth, "Next time, there will be a next time."

"If I'm stupid enough to be fooled by you again."

"My name will be written backwards from now on."

Fu Jincheng's mouth moves faster than his brain.

With her hands, she gently massaged the young man's sore waist, while she was dancing on Wen Yinuo's spot.

"That's a pity." The young man's tone was full of arrogance. "Xiaobao, you must write your name backwards in the future."

Wen Yinuo was so angry that he picked up the thing at hand and threw it at the person again and again.

Fu Jincheng didn't even try to dodge. He smiled softly and explained what he said:

"You love me, Xiaobao, so you'll always be soft on me."

Wen Yinuo: ...

What a shameless reason.

The key point is that he couldn't even refute such a shameless reason.

"You just rely on this." Wen Yinuo threw away the pillow, turned his head away in shame and anger, and did not take the initiative to talk to Fu Jincheng.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Fu Jincheng's brain finally caught up with his flying mouth and he began to coax people in a low voice.

This coaxing lasted for a whole day and a night.

Until the next morning, before he went to work.

Wen Yinuo, who had been angry for a whole day, took the initiative to give him a farewell kiss.

Fu Jincheng was so happy that he almost jumped for joy.

After getting in the car, the driver saw in the rearview mirror the boss who was smiling as if he was giving away money but no one wanted him. He could not find the right moment to say the words on his lips.

He always felt that if he brought it up now, there would be words he didn't want to hear.

Just because the driver didn't ask doesn't mean Fu Jincheng won't find out.

Fu Jincheng, who was staring at the computer screen, repeatedly felt the driver's eyes on him and looked up:

"Is something wrong?"

The driver pursed his lips.

Without waiting for him to speak, the puzzled Fu Jincheng suddenly laughed:

"Yes, you know that, too."

"Xiaobao gave me a good morning kiss today."

driver:……

Thank you.

He doesn't want to know what happened between you, boss, and the young master.

He just wants to take a leave now.

After showing off, Fu Jincheng pretended to slide his sleeves down accidentally, revealing the hand-woven red rope on his wrist.

He deliberately turned the red rope several times, and after making sure that the driver had noticed it, he began to talk incessantly, showing off the origin of the red rope.

In short, nine out of ten sentences cannot be separated from Wen Yinuo.

The driver couldn't bear to listen any more.

While waiting for the green light at the last traffic light intersection, the driver interrupted Fu Jincheng:

"Mr. Fu, I need to take five days off next week."

Fu Jincheng, who was halfway through showing off, said: "...Oh, okay."

It's not like there's only one driver.

After agreeing, he suddenly thought of something wrong.

"What takes five days?"

The driver carefully observed the road conditions:

"My daughter started school. My wife and I took her there and played with her for two days."

Fu Jincheng was struck by lightning: "School starts?"

"Yes." The driver answered naturally, "Come to think of it, I heard from you, Mr. Fu, that the young master will also go to school this semester?"

Fu Jincheng couldn't laugh: "Ah, yes, yes."

"That was probably in the last few days." The driver sighed, "Oh. It would be great if my daughter could study in Yanjing University like the young master."

"If you go to the northwest, you will spend less than four months at home in a year."

When Fu Jincheng thought about the fact that Wen Yinuo would have to spend at least four hours less at home every day after going to school, he couldn't accept it: ...

This made him seem a bit unreasonable.