From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Cen Fei stared blankly at Fu Zheng, but Fu Zheng turned his head away at this moment, avoiding his sight.

He wanted to ask Fu Zheng why, but thinking back to the plots that had been set up, the enmity between Fu Zheng and the Cen family could not be solved because of the death of his parents, so he couldn't ask.

After Fu Zheng was kicked out of Cen's house by him, he was still willing to rescue him at this time, which is already very rare.

He lowered his head, stopped looking at Fu Zheng, and replied in a low voice, "I see."

"I didn't want to save you." Fu Zheng was ruthless, telling himself over and over again in his heart that the care he took for Cen Fei in the past was just a habit. Treat this young master like that.

He didn't bring Cen Fei back to make him enjoy himself. Although the Cen family and his wife are dead now, the enmity between his parents and sister can't just be forgotten. He has to make the Cen family pay a price.

Otherwise, how to comfort the spirits of his parents and sister in heaven.

Fu Zheng still remembered that when he just left the Cen's house, he was thinking about his young master every day, wondering if he was no longer in the Cen's house, whether the Cen's couple could take good care of the young master, and wondering whether the young master was going to be with him. When that Wu Qinqin was together, she would also think about whether his young master would think of herself occasionally.

But one night later, in his sleep, his little sister walked up to him holding the doll he bought for her when she was a child, with blood and tears in her big eyes, she reached out and grabbed the corner of her clothes, The voice asked him why he would never forget the son of the enemy who killed them, and asked himself if he had forgotten their hatred?

After that, Fu Zheng didn't dare to think about Cen Fei anymore, but sometimes he couldn't help thinking of Cen Fei when he was spared from work. Later, Fu Zheng thought of a way, every time he thought of Cen Fei, he would raise his hand Slap yourself hard.

As for whether this method will work or not, only Fu Zheng knows best.

It took a lot of effort for Fu Zheng to adjust his fierce face to face Cen Fei, and he said to him in a cold tone: "From now on, you will no longer be the young master of the Cen family, you must do what you want when you stay here. live, understand?"

"Oh." Cen Fei obediently nodded in response. Fu Zheng's indifference to him should have been expected by him, and what he did was actually much better than what was shown in the plot.

Fu Zheng didn't dare to look at Cen Fei anymore, but couldn't help taking a sneak peek at Cen Fei from the corner of his eyes. He originally wanted to be more cruel to him and make him suffer more, but now he can't say anything. Can't tell.

"I'll go to the company later, you do all the housework at home." He left Cen Fei's room after leaving these words.

After Fu Zheng left, Cen Fei raised his head again. For some unknown reason, he shook his head and laughed, then grabbed the clothes he put on the bedside and put them on.

Although his movement of putting on clothes is still not fast, it is much better than the slow little snail before.

It’s not that Cen Fei deliberately delays time. When he picks up a piece of clothing, he first needs to distinguish whether it’s a jacket or pants, and then responds to where the clothes are worn. For ordinary people, this is just a matter of a moment. But for Cen Fei, it took a long time to react.

As soon as Cen Fei finished putting on his trousers, Fu Zheng came back again. He stood at the door and looked at Cen Fei without saying a word.

I have to say that Fu Zheng is also very interesting. The way he avenges his relatives and tortures the son of the enemy is to let him do housework.

And in fact, he couldn't even do this little punishment well. Now the sky is bright and it's almost nine o'clock.In fact, he should have woken Cen Fei up in the early hours of the morning, told him to make breakfast, mop the floor, clean the windows, do the laundry, and order him like an ordinary servant.

Now looking at Cen Fei's small face that was only the size of a palm, he couldn't say anything when he got to his mouth, and he even thought about what to do to make up for him recently.

After realizing what he was thinking, Fu Zheng raised his hand and slapped himself.

Hearing the applause, Cen Fei raised his head. At this time, Fu Zheng had already retracted that hand, but Cen Fei could still see that Fu Zheng's right cheek was a little red.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Zheng said fiercely, Cen Fei, he was afraid that if he stayed here for a while, he would have to slap himself, he gave Cen Fei a look, and urged him, "Hurry up and go downstairs for dinner."

Hearing Cen Fei's oh, Fu Zheng turned and left.

During breakfast, neither of them spoke. Fu Zheng took a casual bite and got up. He took the car keys and went out. Before leaving, he said to Cen Fei, "Stay at home honestly, and don't go anywhere."

"I see."

Before there was only Fu Zheng in the family, but now there is another Cen Fei. Fortunately, Fu Zheng's villa is not too big, and it won't look too empty.

The house is also quite clean. Although Cen Fei has never done housework before, he has never eaten pork and seen pigs run away. He found a rag and a basin of clean water, and started to wipe from the window of the living room on the first floor.

When it was almost noon, Cen Fei also wiped these window objects almost, and remembered that it was time to make lunch.

When he was at Cen's house, he didn't cook, so he searched the recipes of several home-cooked dishes from his mobile phone, and started to cook according to the recipes with a kitchen knife.

After the meal was ready, he sat at the dining table and waited for Fu Zheng. He didn't come back at noon. Later, the food was cold. Cen Fei picked up his chopsticks and tasted it. Because Si was cut into uneven thicknesses by him, it was half-cooked, and the rice was a bit raw.

But Cen Fei ate some by himself with a small bowl, he couldn't eat that much, so he dumped the rest into the trash can outside.

Cen Fei didn't know why Fu Zheng didn't come back at noon, but he thought it was good.Compared to this, Fu Zheng would not bear to let him suffer any hardship, Cen Fei would rather let Fu Zheng treat himself a little worse.

He was very afraid that he would leave this world suddenly one day. He had just experienced the pain of the death of a close relative, and he didn't want Fu Zheng to suffer this kind of pain.

If he could be hard on himself, Fu Zheng wouldn't be so sad when he left in the future.

When Fu Zheng came back in the evening, he brought Cen Fei his favorite laver kimbap. When he handed the kimbap to Cen Fei, Fu Zheng asked casually, "What did you have for lunch?"

"I cooked two dishes myself." Cen Fei took the rice and replied.

Fu Zheng was surprised when he heard his answer. He remembered that this young master had never touched his fingers. "You know how to cook?"

"Followed the recipe."

Fu Zheng wanted to ask him something else, but after hesitating for a moment, he turned and went back to his bedroom.

Ever since he knew that Fu Zheng would not come back at noon, Cen Fei didn't even have lunch. He spent most of his time in this villa, watching Fu Zheng leave and waiting for him to come back.

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When Wu Qinqin learned from the old housekeeper of the Cen family that Cen Fei was picked up by Fu Zheng, she was so frightened that her heart would jump out of her chest. She was afraid that Fu Zheng would torture Cen Fei to death if his heart hardened.

The old butler didn't know Fu Zheng's identity, but she had heard a lot in the Lu family, and she realized that Fu Zheng's surname was not Fu, but that he was the son of the Fang family who was forced to death by the Fang family couple more than ten years ago.

Now that Fu Zheng has taken Cen Fei to him, what will he do?Wu Qinqin didn't dare to think about it, she didn't think that this person who swallowed up the Cen family to the last dregs would be kind to the young master.

Wu Qinqin came just in time, and Fu Zheng just came back early that afternoon. When she came in, she saw Fu Zheng sitting alone in the living room looking at the documents.

Wu Qinqin didn't show courtesy to Fu Zheng either, and asked Fu Zheng about Cen Fei when he came up. Fu Zheng didn't hide anything from her, telling her that Cen Fei is here now, and he really didn't intend to make this young master feel better.

Wu Qinqin became anxious when she heard Fu Zheng's words, and she shouted, "Young master is innocent!"

"He is innocent?" Fu Zheng put down the document in his hand, looked at Wu Qinqin, and sneered, "I know he is innocent, but my Fang family is not innocent? The Cen family and his wife have used my Fang family's money to support him for so many years He's so big, you tell me he's innocent now?"

"Fu Zheng, you..." Wu Qinqin frowned, with a utterly disappointed expression on her face, she said, "You are really cruel to the young master? You have taken care of him for so many years, and now you really have no affection for him? "

"Heh..." He couldn't say anything harsh in front of Cen Fei, but it was different when facing Wu Qinqin. Fu Zheng sneered, "Why don't you be so hard-hearted, you know how many times I thought about him when he was young. Are you going to strangle him?"

Wu Qinqin was taken aback by Fu Zheng's words. In fact, she had no position to blame Fu Zheng. Back then, Fu Zheng's parents were forced to death by the Cen family. If she were Fu Zheng, she might not be able to let go of this hatred.

But thinking about the young master of the Cen family, Wu Qinqin really couldn't bear it, she had to take a step back in the end, and said to Fu Zheng: "If one day you don't plan to have the young master anymore, just tell me, and I'll take it Take the young master home, and I will take good care of him."

"Impossible!" Fu Zheng vetoed it.

"Fu Zheng, don't you think you've gone too far!" Wu Qinqin was so angry that she wanted to jump, and just as she was about to say a few more words, she saw Cen Fei walking down the stairs standing on the second floor.

I don't know how long he listened there on the second floor.

"Young master..." Wu Qinqin called out.

Fu Zheng turned around, and saw Cen Fei walking down step by step with a water glass in his hand. He was dressed thinly, with only a white shirt on his upper body, his eyes were dull, and he walked silently, like a like a ghost.

"Go ahead." Cen Fei said without any obvious expression on his face, "I just want to come down and get a glass of water."