The villain's fast travel: the rebellion starts from picking up trash

"Jiu Shu, you are my younger brother, the only family member I have in this world. Even if I hurt anyone, I can't hurt you."

Feng Shuo sighed again, "I just hope you can live a better life, as long as you give them the experimental product 901, then you can get everything you want.

You can also go back to the laboratory, you don't need to be watched by those people, and we can be together well... I finally found you, I don't want to be separated from you, and I don't want to lose you again. "

Feng Shuo looked at the silent Jun Jiushu and didn't continue to speak, just quietly waiting for his answer.

Jun Jiushu smiled softly, "Is that all you want to say? If that's all, then I'd advise you and you people to calm down and stop talking about these unrealistic things."

As Jun Jiushu said, his eyes dimmed, and he raised his hand to hold Feng Shuo's shoulder, his voice was low and cold, "Don't even try to contaminate my people."

Feng Shuo froze on the spot, he didn't come back to his senses until the man had walked a long way, and the original tenderness in his eyes disappeared completely.

Feng Shuo couldn't get into Jun Jiushu's residence, so he could only turn around and go back to his villa, lying on the bed and digging out the photo from under the pillow, Feng Shuo raised his hand and rubbed between his eyebrows.

What the hell is he thinking?

That's not like his style.

He should have told them directly about the experimental product last night, they had plenty of means and methods to bring out the experimental product, and he didn't need to be contaminated, so he could stay out of it.

Unfortunately, he didn't do that.

He also ran to discuss with those people that he wanted to get Jun Jiushu back, and offered so many favorable conditions to him.

Feng Shuo just felt that he was not like himself at all, he didn't understand why he did this, it couldn't really be because of that ridiculous blood relationship.

He is cold in his bones, if he really has this thing, he will not be able to persist in some things for more than ten years.

Feng Shuo rubbed the photo in his hand, there were only four people in the photo.

A young man and woman smiled softly and hypocritically. They looked at each other affectionately, but there was no friendship in their eyes.

The young man and woman were holding a child in their hands. The child looked indifferent and held an unnamed object in his hand. The child didn't look at the camera, and his eyes were only on the things in his hands.

Beside them stood another boy, that boy was smiling, with the same tenderness and the same hypocrisy.

The boy looked at the young man and woman and the child they held in their hands, but kept a distance from the three of them.

The three people on the right are wearing the same white clothes, but the boy is wearing all black clothes.

Feng Shuo looked at this photo and closed his eyes. If other people saw this photo, they would definitely find that the boy's photo was closed.

The corner of Feng Shuo's mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

How could he be soft-hearted?

Why should he be softhearted!

He shouldn't be like this, he can be soft-hearted to anyone, but he can't be soft-hearted to Jun Jiushu.

Feng Shuo opened his eyes suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he got up, picked up the coat at the side, put it on, and was about to go out, but before he left, he took out the photo and put it in the dark compartment.

This kind of thing should stay in a dark place.

Look at it occasionally to remind him not to forget the past.

The moment Feng Shuo closed the secret compartment, he calmed down his emotions, and became that genius boy with a smile as warm as jade, who didn't fight or snatch.