What bad thoughts can a canary have?

Lin Fei blinked his eyes slowly a few times, turned his head to look forward, Fu Shiyue rubbed his warm and strong arms across his cheeks, grabbed the drawstring of the sweater, and tied a standard bow lightly.

Pretty girlish.

The distance was too close, Lin Fei could almost feel the temperature of Fu Shiyue's chest, "Uncle Fu, where are we going?"

While talking, he turned his head, his soft and moist lips brushed against Fu Shiyue's handsome chin, he was at a loss for a moment, and said innocently: "I'm sorry, I thought you were gone."

Fu Shiyue narrowed his eyes into a line and stroked his chin, "It's okay."

The ground in front of him is like a miniature model, high-rise buildings, mountains and rivers are all turned into points and lines, the slight buzzing sound in the ears is getting louder and louder, as if it is ringing in his head, for a second, Lin Fei was still thinking, the engine Why is the voice still so loud? The next second he felt dizzy, and he realized that it was tinnitus.

"Lin Fei."

Fu Shiyue's voice came from behind his ears, and his forehead involuntarily touched his warm and generous palm, giving him an indescribable sense of security.

Fu Shiyue looked down at him in a daze, "Lie down and rest for a while."

Lin Fei limply slid down the sofa, leaning his face on the real leather, and reached out to tug on Fu Shiyue's suit pants pitifully, "Uncle Fu, can I borrow your knee? I'm so dizzy."

Fu Shiyue stared at him for a few seconds, supported his head on his knees, Lin Fei curled up like a lamb, "How do you feel now?"

Lin Fei smelled the fresh and elegant scent of herbal perfume on his body, which unexpectedly relieved the dizziness, "Well, it's better."

"You're airsick, close your eyes." Fu Shiyue's voice was gentle.

Lin Fei slowly closed his eyes, a pair of slender and powerful hands passed through the black and soft hair, his fingertips evenly pressed against the temples on both sides, and circled slowly and smoothly, so comfortable that he wanted to sleep, he asked in a low voice: "Uncle Fu, have you ever pressed someone else's hand?"

Fu Shiyue whispered: "Quiet, have a good sleep."

Lin Fei reached out and grabbed the corner of the white shirt, crumpled it, "You tell me first, and I'll go to bed later."

"No." Fu Shiyue answered truthfully.

Lin Fei smiled lightly, his two small fangs were white and bright, turned over, buried the tip of his nose in Fu Shiyue's firm abdomen, rubbed it lightly a few times, and said obediently, "I'm asleep."

Fu Shiyue was silent for a few seconds. Warm breaths came intermittently from his abdomen. He could vaguely feel the dampness. He raised his jaw and took a deep breath. His Adam's apple rose and fell under his thin skin. It felt very light, but there was a kind of silent penetrating power, and I read an English poem.

The words are not too difficult. Fu Shiyue's pronunciation is more standard than that of the TV host. Lin Fei can understand everything. It is Wilde's "Rose and Rue". The feeling gradually dissipated, this man is too gentle, this kind of gentleness is so attractive.

It's a pity not to get it.

If he opened his eyes at this moment, what he would see would be a pair of emotionless eyes, frozen into ice.

Lin Fei was thinking about things in a daze, and when Fu Shiyue finished reading the last word, he said softly, "Good boy."

The feeling of tiredness came overwhelmingly, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

Fu Shiyue just looked at him so quietly, only Lin Fei's long breathing was left in the silence around him, his peaceful expression was like that of a child, the tip of his hair drooped softly, revealing a clear earring on one side, Fu Shiyue's fingertips were on it Rubbing it a few times with interest, Lin Fei is the only one who wears the earrings so obediently.

He carried a soft pillow and placed it under Lin Fei's head to make the child sleep more comfortably, and made a call with his mobile phone.

"Mr. Fu..." The voice on the other end of the phone was anxious and worried.

"Well, how's the situation?"

The other end hesitated, and said cautiously: "The hospital announced the death of the wife and the young master. The master injured his spine when he landed. He just finished the operation. The doctor said that according to the current situation, he is basically paralyzed."

"There's no need to restrain the body, I'll take care of everything." Fu Shiyue said concisely, calm as water.

When the phone hangs up, the assistant on the other end wipes off his cold sweat, reporting the boss's death is thankless, he is sad and you are afraid, but he is not sad, you are even more afraid.

The temperature in rainy London is indeed lower than that of Qiantang City. In the early morning, lonely lights are on on the tarmac, and a few cars are parked here and there. With a light gray coat on his arm, Fu Shiyue strode into the solemn crowd. , Someone opened the back seat door, and when he was about to get in the car, he turned his face, "Let him wake up naturally, and then send him to find Zhou Mian."

After all, he got into the car without looking back, and a convoy of jet-black and glossy cars quickly shuttled on the road.

The hospital was deserted and deserted. The nurse on night shift looked at the group of people curiously. The leading man was dressed as a gentleman, tall and straight, with elegant glasses on the bridge of his nose. He stopped in his tracks, as if feeling in the way, took off the pair of glasses, casually threw them to the person behind him, and strode in.

For a year or two, Fu Shiyue hadn't seen Fang Jianxiu. The last time he met was at a charity dinner. Fang Jianxiu brought his wife and children, drinking and drinking, looking like a successful person in the upper class. Thinking of 30 years ago, this is a poor boy who came out of the mountains?

The anesthesia for the operation had faded, and Fang Jianxiu was shocked when he saw his face, which was full of scars. Head down.

Fu Shiyue folded his arms and leaned against the wall with a relaxed posture, as leisurely as admiring a world-famous painting.

"What are you doing!" Fang Jianxiu panted heavily, struggling to raise his hand and ring the bell for help.

Fu Shiyue stood up straight, and thoughtfully helped him press the beeper, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, "Send a wheelchair here, my father wants to see the remains of his wife and children."

The blood on Fang Jianxiu's face faded completely, he vaguely realized what he wanted to do, and shouted hoarsely: "I won't go, stay away from me!"

It's a pity that the medical staff are all foreigners, and those who can understand Chinese are all Fu Shiyue's people. Even if he makes a mess, people just think that he is emotional and cannot accept the news of death.

The mortuary was lit with a faint blue light, and the piercing cold air rushed towards the face. Corpses, one large and one small, lay quietly on the mortuary table, covered with a thin white cloth. Fu Shiyue pushed the wheelchair and walked in. He was dumb, but when he entered the morgue, he suddenly became silent, his whole body trembled, and he closed his eyes in horror, not daring to look at the corpse.

Fu Shiyue took out a pair of dark leather gloves from his coat pocket, put them on his hands slowly, and lifted the white cloth. The corpse that came into view was horrible, twisted like two snakes, and it was difficult to distinguish the face.

There was only one parachute on the helicopter, and Fang Jianxiu used it. The mother and son could only wait on it to die.

Fu Shiyue tapped on the cold iron bed with his fingertips, looked at it alone for a while, and looked at Fang Jianxiu, who was looking back, "Don't you want to say goodbye to your wife and children?"

"What on earth do you want to do! My surname is Fu, I don't owe your Fu family anything. I have worked in your family for so many years, and now I deserve everything! Don't be like your mother who is mentally ill and think that I owe you money." You belong to the Fu family." After Fang Jianxiu finished speaking, he gasped, but still didn't dare to open his eyes.

Fu Shiyue let out a low laugh, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Fang Jianxiu's hair suddenly, stepped forward with his long legs, ignored Fang Jianxiu's screams, and pulled him to the morgue like pulling an animal, and pressed Fang Jianxiu's face on the ground with one hand. On the pile of red and white things.

The severe pain of the scalp made Fang Jianxiu open his eyes and look at the hell in front of him in horror. Fu Shiyue was expressionless, and his heart rate didn't even rise. Twirling it, the tone was calm and indifferent, "This is amniotic fluid, and she still has one in her stomach."

Fang Jianxiu's lips trembled, looking at the creepy phenomenon, wishing he could lose his hearing at this moment, so that he would not have to hear those harsh words.

"By the way." Fu Shiyue paused, the cuff buttons of his shirt were shining brightly, as if he was sharing an interesting story, "Your son died in the hospital. He kept calling Dad in the ambulance. I had someone record it. Do you want to see it?"

"Fu...Fu Shiyue, you are as crazy as your mother. She cut your wrist too shallowly. She should have killed you." Fang Jianxiu couldn't speak well, and he didn't want to be in this horrible scene. Wait another second.

The strength of the shackles was withdrawn, and Fang Jianxiu's limp body slid and lay on the cold floor. Fu Shiyue looked down on him and looked at him leisurely, "It's a pity that she died, and I can appreciate your appearance with me today."

The light on the dome was blue, and Fang Jianxiu didn't dare to look into his eyes. It was easy for him to think of the woman who was driven to a dead end by him, "Your mother is right, you shouldn't have come to this world, no one welcomes you, No one loves you, why are you still alive?"

Fu Shiyue sneered, as if disdainful.

Fang Jianxiu's heart broke, now that he is paralyzed, what is he afraid of?Go all out, "Fu Shiyue, you have the ability to kill me, do you dare?"

"You want to die?"

Fu Shiyue rubbed the tip of his shoe on Fang Jianxiu's body, wiped away the non-existent stains, squatted down, and said with a casual smile: "It's too easy to think, I will send you to the best nursing home, the medical technology is enough to keep you alive, Drag this body and live like a dog for another ten years."

Living without dignity is the worst revenge.

Fang Jianxiu's terrified screams were piercing, colliding back and forth in the quiet and empty mortuary, Fu Shiyue stood up, his cold face merged with the cold light, and said slowly: "Don't think about suicide, I won't let you die .”

The phone in the coat pocket buzzed and vibrated, Fu Shiyue took off his gloves and took it out.

[Fibonacci]: I must have not woken up, otherwise why would I see the London Eye. [crying]

The corner of Fu Shiyue's mouth raised, and he dialed the WeChat number casually, and the other end answered in seconds.

Lin Fei's voice was sweet and mournful, "Uncle Fu, where are you?"

Fu Shiyue looked down at the half-dead Fang Jianxiu, and said, "In the hospital, an elder was injured. I'm here to visit."

"Ah? The injury doesn't matter, right?" Lin Fei lowered his voice.

Fu Shiyue leaned on the cold mortuary table and said calmly: "It's okay, you don't have to worry, the holidays and Zhou Mian are fun, I will send you back to school on time."

Lin Fei was relieved a little, and hummed obediently, "Uncle Fu, thank you for giving me a massage today."

"Hands up."

After a few seconds of silence, Lin Fei asked softly, "Uncle Fu, when are you coming back?"

Fu Shiyue raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and reported the time. Lin Fei said with a smile in his voice, "Wear a mask in the hospital. Uncle Fu, be careful of catching a cold!"

Sweet as hell.