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

Fu Jincheng's promise to Wen Yinuo was to let him wait for two hours at most.

But Wen Yinuo couldn't sit still in someone else's house. He would go to the door every ten minutes to see if Fu Jincheng had arrived.

When he didn't see anyone, he returned to the living room in a daze and sat there, picking his nails out of boredom and anxiety.

The fruit plate that Zeng Guoping and Zhang Lan placed next to him did not move, nor did the remote control.

The boy was completely immersed in his own world, his heart full of worry about Fu Jincheng.

He kept convincing himself that his brother was so capable and would be fine, and would definitely come back safely to take him home.

At the same time, he couldn't control his brain and recalled what he experienced in the Gu family in his previous life.

Each and every incident tells Wen Yinuo over and over again that there is not a single good person in the Gu family.

Add to that the fact that Fu Jincheng died unexpectedly in his previous life.

The two simultaneously attacked the young man's fragile nerves. Every second seemed extremely long for Wen Yinuo.

One minute passed, but to Wen Yinuo, it felt like a year.

The noise started again in my ears.

He heard the clock on the wall grinning smugly: "Hahahahaha, I'm telling you, I'm fake."

“It’s been a year.”

"Your brother will never come back. He doesn't want you anymore!"

Wen Yinuo bit his lip, trembling all over, and shook his head slightly.

It's fake, only a talking wall clock is fake. He tried to calm himself down, his brother had promised that he would never leave him again, never abandon him again.

"Yes, he did say that." The clock was still insistent, "But have you forgotten? Your brother is dead."

No. Wen Yinuo refuted quietly in his heart.

My brother is not dead.

My brother accompanied me to the hospital today.

I just accompanied myself to buy a lot of things.

"That was a year ago." The voice beside his ear suddenly changed, and became the sweet voice that Wen Yinuo deliberately mixed in, "Look at the clock on the wall."

"It was a year ago that my brother accompanied you."

"He didn't come back for you. He left you behind again."

"No." Wen Yinuo squeezed out two words from his teeth, "No."

The voice in my ear did not disappear after being convinced, but became even sweeter and more bewitching: "That was a year ago."

"You just don't dare to admit it."

Wen Yinuo suddenly raised his voice: "I said no! That's right!"

The sharp voice called Zeng Guoping and Zhang Lan who were in other rooms over.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The two looked at Wen Yinuo with red eyes, at a loss.

The mixed voices of strange men and women drowned out his own voice.

The young man clenched his palms tightly, trying to keep himself as calm as possible: "Brother Zeng and Sister Zhang, I'm fine."

"I just received a scam call."

How could it be possible that these two people, who together are almost twenty years older than Wen Yinuo, could not see that he was lying to show off his strength?

But they all knew that the most important thing to do now was to follow Wen Yinuo's words.

"That's good." Zhang Lan pretended to be calm and winked at Zeng Guoping, "Let me tell you, there have been more and more fraudulent calls in the past two years, and the scammers have used more and more tricks."

"Xiao Wen, you have to be careful to distinguish."

Wen Yinuo replied in a muffled voice, then lowered his head and continued picking his nails.

Zeng Guoping, who was given a look, didn't understand Zhang Lan's intention, so he leaned over and whispered, "Wife, is your eye twitching?"

Zhang Lan: …

She wants to slap you!

"You... forget it." Zhang Lan took back what he wanted to remind Zeng Guoping and pulled him away.

Wen Yinuo was the only one in the living room.

He sat in the huge living room, his eyes blank and helpless.

Counting the time, another ten minutes had passed, and Wen Yinuo hurried to the yard.

Still no one came to pick him up.

This time, the boy did not go back to the living room. He just stood in the scorching sun, watching the surveillance video and waiting.

Wen Yinuo himself didn’t know how long he had been waiting. When he heard the knock on the door, he opened the door without even checking the surveillance camera.

The moment he saw who was outside the door, the boy rushed over, hiding his panic with a coquettish complaint:

"Why did you just come to pick me up?"

I thought you didn’t want me and would be alone again.

Fu Jincheng hugged the boy back tightly, without showing any of the cruelty he had shown when facing Gu Huaiyi, and answered naturally and lovingly:

"It's my fault. Next time, I will come earlier to pick Xiaobao up."

Wen Yinuo grumbled unreasonably: "There won't be a next time! You are not allowed to leave me anywhere else!"

Fu Jincheng did not agree directly this time, but patiently explained: "I can guarantee that there will be no accidents. But what if that family comes again?"

"That won't work either!" Wen Yinuo said, "Brother, you can blindfold me, but you can't let me leave!"

Now that things have come to this, Fu Jincheng would be a fool to refuse.

"Then I'll listen to Xiaobao." He let go of Wen Yinuo and gently scratched the boy's nose. "Next time I see you, I'll blindfold you and won't leave you to others."

Wen Yinuo nodded heavily, praising Fu Jincheng in a tone of an adult praising a child: "Well. That's good."

Fu Jincheng couldn't help laughing.

He led Wen Yinuo into the courtyard, thanked Zeng Guoping and Zhang Lan, and then took the boy home.

During these ten minutes, after delivering two thousand yuan worth of bags to his neighbor, he went home to take a quick shower. Then, the mall deliveryman who was not there when he went to pick up Wen Yinuo suddenly appeared at the door.

When buying the things, Fu Jincheng was pulling him along, so he didn't have any specific feelings. Now, looking at the things filling up the delivery truck, Wen Yinuo was in a daze for a moment.

He pulled the corner of Fu Jincheng's clothes and whispered, "Is it too much?"

After Fu Jincheng signed the delivery note, he instructed the deliveryman to put the items down and casually replied, "More? Where is more?"

"If there's not enough space here, I'd like to empty out the entire mall."

"Well...or how about this, I buy a mall for Xiaobao?"

The deliveryman who was moving the things looked at Fu Jincheng with a forced smile.

Haha, you just take advantage of him because he’s close to you and grab him by himself, right?

I woke him up in the middle of the night and asked him to bring me medicine.

Now he is asked to work as a delivery man in the shopping mall.

After all, he is a duke of a country and everyone who sees him has to flatter him. How come he has become so destitute after falling into Fu Jincheng's hands?

Wen Yinuo's attention was on Fu Jincheng's previous sentence.

"Brother." The boy's voice was so low that only Fu Jincheng could hear it. "Do you want to... go back to Yanjing?"

Fu Jincheng, who had just rolled up his sleeves and was about to move his things back home, was surprised:

"Xiaobao, why do you have such an idea?"

Wen Yinuo came over and picked up two boxes of unknown things he had bought, and walked home with Fu Jincheng, lowering his head and not looking at him:

"Because you just said this place is too small."

The joy of reuniting with Fu Jincheng during this period overshadowed everything, and he unconsciously ignored the fact that Fu Jincheng was now the head of the Yanjing Fu family.

Wen Yinuo didn’t know what the Fu family was like.

But Wen Yinuo remembered the size and luxury of the Gu family manor very clearly.

Wen Yinuo also remembered the respect that Gu's father, a man who fawned on the powerful, showed when he mentioned the Fu family.

Comparing the two, it becomes extremely obvious what kind of life Fu Jincheng lived in the past.

As a human being, one cannot avoid enjoying pleasure. Following this line of thought, Wen Yinuo naturally assumed that Fu Jincheng wanted to go back.

Listening to the boy's misunderstanding, Fu Jincheng smiled helplessly: "That doesn't mean I think our family is bad."

"I just want to tell Xiaobao that you deserve everything in this world and all the good things."

“There’s no need to be afraid of what you have.”

Wen Yinuo blushed because of the misunderstanding he had caused.

Until he moved all his things back home, he never paid any attention to Fu Jincheng again.