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

Time is like morning dew, fleeting.

Soon, it was the beginning of October and the end of the year.

Snowflakes are already falling in most parts of China.

In places where there is no snow, people have wrapped themselves in thick winter clothes.

Only in Qiongzhou, because of its special geographical location, although the temperature has dropped, it has never dropped below 20 degrees.

Fu Jincheng is in good physical condition and still wears the same short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts.

Wen Yinuo protested in every possible way, but his protest failed, so he was forced to put on a layer of autumn clothes and long pants under his long-sleeved shirt.

"It's really ugly." Wen Yinuo rolled up his pants and took a look at the gray autumn pants inside. He couldn't bear to look at it and closed his eyes, "It's too ugly!"

"You have to wear it even if it's ugly." When it comes to issues related to Wen Yinuo's health, Fu Jincheng will not give in even a little bit. "Forget that less than half a month ago, I went out without wearing long underwear and caught a cold?"

"I told you it was an accident!" Wen Yinuo turned his eyes away guiltily, "I was just hanging out outside for too long. It won't happen this time..."

There is air conditioning in my home and car, as well as at the airport.

The time it will be cold is at most the less than five minutes of walking time there and back.

"Do you start to feel that fifteen minutes is a long time now?" Fu Jincheng put a beige velvet hat on Wen Yinuo's head and pressed it down hard.

"It's already very long." Wen Yinuo was still trying to buy himself a chance to not wear long johns and long clothes, "and the time I caught a cold, I walked around after going out, and then I stood and played games without moving."

"This time is different. This time we have to pick someone up! We have to keep moving!"

"I promise! I promise I will never get sick again!"

"The guarantee is invalid." Fu Jincheng said, and took out a mask and a thin scarf, "Autumn clothes must be worn."

"Also, when we get on the bus later, you have to put on your mask and scarf. You are not allowed to take off your hat either."

"Otherwise, don't even think about opening the window for me in the future."

The last sentence cut off all the boy's chances.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Fu Jincheng's tone softened from his cold attitude. "Xiaobao doesn't want to drink Chinese medicine several times a day like last time, right?"

Wen Yinuo's reluctant expression suddenly changed.

After evaluation, his current mental state is much better than at the beginning, and he does not need to see a doctor for psychological counseling on a regular basis.

But you can't stop taking the medicine.

However, many psychotherapeutic drugs conflict with other Western medicines.

Wen Yinuo ate even more, grabbing a handful at a time.

So when I get sick, I can only take Chinese medicine.

And the old doctor who prescribed the Chinese medicine was very bitter.

And the bitterness doesn't just go away immediately when you drink it, it sticks in your mouth and it takes several hours for the bitterness to go away.

When Wen Yinuo thinks back to that taste now, it's so bitter that he wants to vomit.

In fact, it was Fu Jincheng who told the doctor that he wanted to teach his child a lesson and not let him choose manners over warmth again, so the doctor prescribed such a bitter medicine.

But that was something Fu Jincheng told the doctor secretly, and Wen Yinuo himself didn't know.

This made him feel extremely dry in his mouth just by recalling the three days when he took the medicine.

"Autumn clothes and autumn trousers are good." The boy, who didn't want to drink Chinese medicine anymore, quickly changed his words, "It's comfortable and warm. Really."

The most important thing is that it can stop him from taking Chinese medicine.

If he raised his head now, he would not miss the smile that flashed across Fu Jincheng's eyes, a smile that controlled everything.

The young man's words and actions are still gentle:

"You're not going to mess with me now?"

"That's not called making trouble." Wen Yinuo stretched out his hand and let him put on the fluffy gloves. "That's called fighting for legal rights."

"Brother, you've seen me get really mad."

Fu Jincheng was amused. He quickly put on gloves for the boy and checked him. After making sure that he was fully covered, he took him by the hand and led him out.

When he arrived at the car, Wen Yinuo opened the back door and got in as usual.

The car looks just like its owner, sharp and unkind. The back seat has long been occupied by a bunch of warm-colored things.

Pillows, doll neck covers, and all kinds of gadgets that Wen Yinuo likes.

Even the front seat of the car, where there was nothing before, now has a light blue conch hanging on it.

There are even several stuffed dolls on the dashboard.

Among them, three cats that looked a little weird were facing Fu Jincheng.

That was when Wen Yinuo was sick before and was ordered not to leave the house, so he was bored and poked his head at home.

The first time I poked it, my technique was not very good.

The three cats that are poked out represent a family of three, and you can only tell that they are cats.

But Fu Jincheng thought they were extremely precious. When Wen Yinuo threw the three cats into the discarded basket, he picked up the cats and placed them on the dashboard.

The three cats, which look a little strange when viewed alone, are surprisingly cute when set off by the other exquisite little dolls around them.

Wen Yinuo mentioned several times that he wanted to replace the three cats, but was rejected every time.

I saw him again this time and he still had the evil intention.

"Brother." Wen Yinuo put down the tablet in his hand and lay on the back of the passenger seat. "Don't you think that the three cats are out of place compared to the overall decorations on the dashboard?"

"Yes, a little bit." Fu Jincheng said with a smile, "How about this, I'll take the others down."

"Brother!" The young man looked at the young man driving the car angrily, "You know that's not what I meant."

"Yes. You want to take my three cats away and throw them away."

"Is that your cat?" Wen Yinuo was so angry that he gritted his teeth. "I poked it out. It's my cat!"

"Well... it's your cat." Fu Jincheng said shamelessly, "But you little cat is also mine."

"Those three cats are mine, too."

Unable to find a rebuttal, Wen Yinuo thought for a long time and uttered, "Brother, you are so shameless."

Fu Jincheng was not ashamed, but proud of it: "I have been like this since I was a child, and there is no way to change it."

Wen Yinuo was so angry that he wanted to bite him, but he couldn't because he was driving.

He could only return to his seat, take out a new bag of squid strips, open it, and bite the squid strips as if they were Fu Jincheng.

While biting, he glared at the young man who looked at him from the rearview mirror from time to time.

By the time they arrived at the airport and finished a bag of dried squid, Wen Yinuo's little emotion was long gone.

An An quietly began to pack up the things in the back seat of the car.

Fu Jincheng stood outside the car, looking at the boy who put the scattered pillows and dolls back to their original places in the back seat, and he couldn't stop smiling on his face.

As expected, he was given a cold look by the boy in the car.

"You're laughing at me." Wen Yinuo pouted and looked at Fu Jincheng dissatisfiedly, "I won't talk to you for three minutes."

Fu Jincheng's smile became even more obvious.

As a result, he was stabbed in the eye again.

The young man who had just said he would not talk to Fu Jincheng for three minutes angrily called out his name:

"Fu Jincheng! Don't laugh!"

"I'm not laughing." Fu Jincheng lied with his eyes open, "I'm happy."

Wen Yinuo muttered as he took off the equipment he was wearing: "Not even a dog would believe that."

"Well, dogs don't believe it." The young man half-leaned on the car window, "It's okay if cats believe it."

Wen Yinuo: ...

Bro, I’m really, really annoying!

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Xiaobao really looks like a cat

Let me give Nuo Maomao a kiss (kicked away by Dabao)