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

Fu Jincheng's first reaction was to refuse.

To think that he could still fight back and kill the other person after being shot twice, going to the hospital for such a minor injury is like throwing his face on the ground and stepping on it.

But as soon as the word "no" came to his lips, he was forced back.

The wound on his arm did not require him to go to the hospital, but his little baby's mental and psychological state should have been examined by a professional department of the hospital long ago.

However, Wen Yinuo had been hospitalized in Yanjing for a month, but he had never gone to the psychology department on the first floor for examination. It was obvious that he was rejecting it.

Fu Jincheng put Wen Yinuo's wishes first and had no intention of forcibly taking the boy to the hospital for examination.

But now Wen Yinuo took the initiative to ask to go to the hospital. If he couldn't even handle this kind of pie, he might as well buy a piece of tofu and hit himself to death.

Fu Jincheng suppressed the deep meaning in his eyes and asked hopefully, "Xiaobao, do you want to go with me?"

If he asked her to accompany him, he would agree without saying a word. Otherwise, he would never leave Wen Yinuo alone at home and would go to the hospital by himself.

Wen Yinuo glanced at him with a look that said, "What kind of idiotic question are you asking?" He said, "Yes."

If he bites someone and he asks them to go to the hospital, I must accompany them.

After getting the answer he wanted, Fu Jincheng immediately agreed: "Yes."

"But Xiaobao has to keep his word and not stand me up like he did before."

Wen Yinuo's expression froze for a moment, and he ran away with the bowl in his hand, feeling guilty.

In the past, he really did act on his impulse and always failed to deliver.

But that was many years ago, and he has changed now.

Won't do that again.

I dare not do that again.

Fu Jincheng followed slowly, leaned against the door frame, staring at Wen Yinuo while playing with his cell phone.

In fact, he was poking Anton like a ghost.

The poor assistant hasn't had a good night's sleep for two days because of his boss's exploitation.

I finally squeezed out some time to rest, but just as I dozed off, I was woken up by an electronic voice.

Anton didn't want to care about it, but he was his boss who paid him, so he didn't dare to pretend he didn't see it.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the chat box. The three words that came into his eyes instantly sobered him up:

Boss: [Brother, are you there? ]

Anton was so frightened that his whole body shook and his phone fell to the ground.

He rested for several seconds before he came back to his senses from the shock of Fu Jincheng calling him "brother".

Anton held his violently beating heart, picked up his phone, and replied to the other party, "Boss, be normal."

He was afraid of being spoken to like this.

After a long while, the message came back.

It was a green background with black text that didn't fill up the entire screen, regardless of Anton's life or death.

Anton: ...

He knew that whenever the eldest son of a bitch called him "little brother", something bad would happen.

There were three screens of text in a row, and the first sentence was that Anton didn't need to go to Africa to mine.

Anton had just felt a little touched, but the long list of things that followed made him no longer want to live.

He read the three screens of text carefully and seriously, not daring to miss a single word, which made him even more convinced that Fu Jincheng wanted to kill him.

At this point, it was still thirteen minutes before eight o'clock in the evening in the East 8th District. He was a person in Yanjing, so he had to talk to the leaders of Qiongzhou Municipal Government and Municipal Hospital about cooperation, and the project was going to start at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

We also need to find actors to bring people to the entrance of Qiongzhou City Hospital to perform a play.

If this isn't wanting him to die, then what is this?!

"Ding Dong", another message came.

Anton clicked it with trembling hands.

Boss: [No limit on funds.]

Anton remained speechless.

Is it about money? No!

No matter how speechless you are, you still have to do what you have to do.

If he doesn't go, his brother will sue his mother and he will have no chance of living.

After ordering someone around, Fu Jincheng didn't care at all about the life or death of that person.

His entire attention was on Wen Yinuo.

When the boy finished washing the two bowls and tried to go to Wen Jian's room to complete the Suzhou embroidery he brought back, Fu Jincheng used all kinds of consulting tricks, playing the victim and talking about concern, and directly fooled Wen Yinuo into washing up and going to bed early.

This is not yet over.

Fu Jincheng promised Wen Yinuo that he would not enter his room without permission (at least on the surface).

But he couldn't help worrying in his heart, fearing that the boy would hurt himself again once he returned to his room alone. Fu Jincheng lay on the window like a pervert, and through the tiny gap in the window, he watched Wen Yinuo lie back on the bed and fall asleep, and only then did he finally feel relieved.

After returning to the room, Fu Jincheng called Anton again to torture him. In the middle of the night, he called all his subordinates, who he hadn't contacted for half a year, one by one.

The first thing he said was, "Long time no see. Did you know that I found Xiaobao?"

The people who were disturbed in the middle of the night were speechless. They couldn't beat him or scold him, and no one had money. No matter how angry they were, they could only follow Fu Jincheng's words and continue to praise him.

He did praise her, but he made Fu Jincheng become autistic.

Because everyone who contacted him praised Fu Jincheng as a good brother.

This made Fu Jincheng fall into a state of autism at one o'clock in the morning and he couldn't sleep at all.

Now, he really doesn't want to be just a brother!

Unfortunately, no one heard his inner dissatisfaction.

Fu Jincheng didn't dare to say it either.

Not only did he not dare to speak, but after confirming that Wen Yinuo was asleep, he opened the door and entered the room to apply medicine on the wound on the boy's arm, acting as politely as a robot.

It's not because of cowardice, nor is it an escape.

But facing the current Wen Yinuo, no matter how many beautiful thoughts I have, they all eventually turn into two words: heartache.

It's not that I haven't thought about it. While Wen Yinuo is still sick, I can take advantage of the boy's dependence on his brother and guide him to get used to me, to be inseparable from me, so that in the end he can only stay by my side.

It is also limited to "thinking".

Fu Jincheng couldn't do that kind of thing.

He likes Wen Yinuo, no, he loves him.

Fu Jin admitted that he knew this very well.

He didn't know how other people treated the ones they loved, and no one had taught him how to treat his loved ones.

But in Fu Jincheng's self-perception, if you like someone or love someone, you will hope that he will get better and better.

He hopes that Wen Yinuo will get better and better, and hopes that the young man can come out of the haze of the past and have a bright future.

As for other feelings...those all come after Wen Yinuo's health and future.

With a myriad of thoughts in his mind, Fu Jincheng applied medicine to Wen Yinuo's injured area and waited as usual until most of the medicine applied on his arm was absorbed before standing up from the bed.

Before leaving, Fu Jincheng pushed aside the boy's black hair that fell on his forehead, looked at his peaceful sleeping face, and said many words, which could be summed up in four words:

"Sweet dreams, little treasure."