The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi paused, as if he didn't expect him to kiss him at this time, and was slightly stunned.

Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly felt force on his shoulders, and he fell backwards uncontrollably, onto the bed.

Shen Fang pressed forward and deepened the kiss.

Shen Qingchi didn't reject kissing him, but he was really hot now, being pressed down by the other party, the temperature came from all directions, and Shen Fang's breath was everywhere.

Fortunately, Shen Fang lacked physical strength now, and it was difficult to support him for too long, so he let go of him after a while, rubbed the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Qingchi got up, and began to add insult to injury, as if he wasn't the one who was restrained by the other party just now: "Uncle, you are so weak, you gasp even after kissing, so how can we proceed to the next step?"

Shen Fang: "..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "You want to sacrifice yourself so much?"

"We're already dating, and we're still at the stage of pouting, isn't it appropriate?" Shen Qingchi blinked, "After all, I haven't slept with anyone before, so I'm quite curious."

Shen Fang rubbed the tip of his eyebrows helplessly.

This little thing really doesn't care.

How should I evaluate him, curiosity killed the cat?

Shen Fang didn't say anything, got up and got out of bed: "I'm a little hungry, what's for dinner?"

Since he woke up from his serious injury, it was the first time Shen Qingchi heard him say that he was hungry, so he immediately jumped up: "I'll go cook."

Walking to the door, I turned back as if thinking of something again: "Don't forget to take the medicine."

Shen Fang shook his head, picked up the medicine box beside the bed, walked to the desk and sat down, poured himself a glass of water, took out one anti-inflammatory drug, and swallowed it with water.

Then he picked up the medicine that Shen Qingchi gave him, saying that it was the medicine that Su Ting first recommended, took out the instructions from it, and studied it carefully.

From the medicine box to the instructions are all in English, there is not a single Chinese character. Although he can understand the meaning, it is a bit troublesome. After reading it, he stuffed the instructions back and wondered if it would really be useful.

He spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and then made a fist—although the right hand can already do this simple movement, it is still far worse than before. When using the right hand, it feels like a brand new machine is forced to drag It's a shame to run it with old accessories.

...well, his machine might not be "brand new" either, but at least it wasn't rusting.

He coughed twice, took the walnuts in his hands and finished the plate, and found that the walnuts were a little more shiny than before, presumably it was during the time when he was unconscious that Shen Qingchi had been plated them.

He felt better and turned on his laptop.

After he woke up, he didn't change the power-on password for the computer. Shen Qingchi could still use it, but Shen Qingchi didn't seem to touch it at all. Apart from himself, there was no other trace of using the computer.

I don't know why, but he was a little disappointed. Shen Qingchi didn't seem to have the desire to explore in depth on his computer. He was obviously curious about "what kind of experience it was to do that kind of thing", but he wasn't curious about what was in his computer.

In order to find out whether Shen Qingchi was interested in his computer, Mr. Shen Fang continued to check, eager to find some clues. Suddenly his eyes fell on the icon of the recycle bin. He had the impression that he hadn't deleted it these days. stuff, but there is content in the recycle bin.

That should have been deleted when Shen Qingchi used it before.

He opened the recycle bin and found a deleted txt file inside.

The file is the original name, and you can't tell what's inside just from the file name, but the moment Shen Fang saw it, his eyes changed slightly.

This seems to be... the words he left to Shen Qingchi before...

Looking back now, he can't remember exactly what kind of mood he typed those two lines at that time, but when he saw it again, he felt inexplicably embarrassed by being publicly executed. He hesitated for a long time before clicking on the file, Choose Restore.

Then he found the save location of the txt file and double-clicked to open it.

Originally, he just wanted to confirm whether this was the document he had left before, but he didn't expect that after opening it, the contents inside were unexpected—except for the two lines written by himself, there were some new contents.

There are quite a few words in these newly added content, and I typed hundreds of words eloquently, like a small composition. The opening article is:

"Are you OK?"

"Are you sick?"

"Aren't you very proud? What kind of self-sacrifice heroism is playing here? Do you think this is good for me? Do you want this luck for you?"

"The Sword of Damocles, what kind of literature and art are you pretending here, what kind of future is more important than love, what kind of deepness is playing, what kind of gentleman is playing, just say it if you have something to say? ?"

"Who cares about asking for your inheritance, bah! I need money and I will earn it. You keep your money for yourself. If you dare to let me see you dead, you will die!"

There is still a long paragraph behind. When Shen Fang saw it, he was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but chuckle, covering his lips with his hands, blocking the almost uncontrollable smile.

It can be seen that Shen Qingchi was very excited when he wrote these words, there were several typos mixed in, and he even said incoherent words like "If you dare to die, you will die", which shows how angry he was.

Instead of being angry, he found it very interesting, as if he saw a kitten that was furious and swearing at him through the screen.

Shen Fang laughed while watching, and tried his best to endure it, for fear that he would laugh too loudly and attract Shen Qingchi, but he endured until his lungs hurt and he started coughing.

He glanced at the last edit time of this document, it wasn't on the day of his accident or the next day, but a few days later.

Hmm... Maybe Shen Qingchi was so angry that he threw it into the recycling bin the moment he saw it. After a few days, he dragged it out again to whip his corpse, and angrily filled out the curse words behind him. His words.

Much cuter.

I don't know whether Shen Qingchi left it in the recycle bin on purpose and didn't delete it completely, or he forgot about it. In short, it's better not to remind him.

Shen Fang transferred this precious "Quotations of Cats Cursing People" into another folder, and set a password, intending to treasure it for a lifetime.

Then, he logged on to his social software, opened the browser, and started to do business.

When Shen Qingchi went upstairs to call him for dinner, he saw that the lights were not turned on in the dark bedroom, and the cold light from the computer screen shone on Shen Fang's face, making his already pale face even colder, casting light on the scar on his brow bone. Out of the shadow, his whole body was covered with a decadent and sharp indifference.

The room was quiet, only the sound of clicking the mouse from time to time. It was not common for Shen Fang to work so seriously, so Shen Qingchi looked at it for a long time before he said, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"Forgot," Shen Fang didn't look up from behind the computer, "help me turn it on."

Shen Qingchi turned on the light, and said, "I'm going downstairs for dinner—uncle shouldn't be too busy to go downstairs, right?"

Shen Fang heard the words, and finally shifted his gaze to him.

Come, come, this yin and yang smell!

It is exactly the same as the cursing left in the txt.

Shen Fang hurriedly managed his expression, didn't let himself laugh on the spot, and responded to him seemingly seriously: "I think...it shouldn't be necessary."

"Then let's go."

"Wait a minute," Shen Fang didn't get up immediately, but turned his gaze back to the screen, "Eat first, don't wait for me, I still have something to do."

When Shen Qingchi heard this, he was immediately unhappy, and he frowned: "Didn't you just say you were hungry?"

"It will be ready soon," Shen Fang said, "5 minutes."

Shen Qingchi was very puzzled as to what was so important, so he simply walked in front of him and took a closer look.

I saw that Shen Fang was chatting with someone else, and the other party sent a screenshot and asked: [Can you write like this?]

The screenshot was opened by Shen Fang, and the text on it was clearly visible. Shen Qingchi glanced at it roughly, a little startled: "You are going to..."

The content in the screenshot is obviously about Shen Fang's two deceased brothers.

"Actually, I thought of two options from the beginning," Shen Fang said, "If you want Shen Jing to be severely punished by the law, he will be sentenced to death or life without parole. Instituting Zhou Wangyan to act as an impostor is still far from enough."

Shen Qingchi instantly understood what he meant: "Unless it involves murder or intentional injury?"

Shen Fang nodded: "You may not know how much he thinks about the heir. He really wants to cultivate Zhou Wangyan. For him, his wife who has been with him for more than [-] years can be sacrificed, but his son can't—this son, refers to Zhou Wangyan. It's his own son."

"We designed Zhou Wangyan and made it such a big deal. This child's life has been ruined. Shen Jing will never get a perfect heir who graduated from a famous school and has excellent character and learning. For him, It was a fatal blow." Shen Fang seemed to feel thirsty, and took another sip of water, "Shen Jing will naturally not admit that it was his fault that caused all this, he will impose all the blame on us and hate us to the bone. "

Shen Qingchi: "That's why you are sure that he will definitely come to the 'Cruise Island' you designed?"

Shen Fang said "hmm": "This is the solution of our Shen family. In fact, I wasn't sure at first whether he would come in person, but it doesn't matter. This age is no different than before. Even if he hired someone to kill me , and will definitely leave evidence.”

"It's because Zhou Wangyan was disabled, and he felt that everything was ruined, so he broke the can," Shen Qingchi said, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, "But why didn't he have another one? He is only in his 40s this year, so he should be still alive." Are you fertile?"

Shen Fang smiled, but did not answer this question: "Whether he does it himself or hires someone to do it, the result will not change much. My death is the best solution. As long as people are killed, it is in this well-known place. On the cruise ship, under the attention of countless people, this murder case will definitely be characterized as 'the plot is particularly bad', then..."

"Wait a minute," Shen Qingchi interrupted him before he finished speaking, and extracted the key points he had just captured, "What does it mean that your death is the best solution? Where is the best? Can you explain to me?"

"Cough," Shen Fang knew he was wrong, and coughed softly, "This is just my plan A, if I don't die, then it's plan B, what I left for you..."

"Mr. Shen Fang," Shen Qingchi scowled, with an extremely serious expression, "I don't want to hear your plan B for the time being. I think you should sincerely repent for your actions and make a deep review. What do you think?"