Chapter 12
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Fu Ting still remembers where he met Fu Zhen last time. To tell the truth, no matter what the reason is, he doesn't want to see Fu Zhen again. But now it's Tang quwan pleading with himself. After thinking about it for most of the night, Fu Ting decided to leave the matter to his assistant.
When the assistant learned that Fu Ting was looking for Fu Zhen, he was surprised for a while. If Fu Ting hadn't mentioned it all of a sudden, he would have forgotten that there was such a young master in the Fu family, and he didn't know what the boss wanted to do with this young master. He could not have regretted what happened in those years.
The assistant found a private detective and gave it to them. Two days later, the other party replied. Looking at the photos sent by the private detective, the assistant sighed in silence. He did not expect that the young master, who was so high spirited at that time, was reduced to carrying bricks on the construction site.
The assistant gave the photos and the address to Fu ting. When Fu Ting received these pictures, he was in a meeting. The managers of all departments of the company looked at their boss, looked down at the mobile phone, and then the blood color on his face faded in an instant. The boss did not seem to notice his own abnormality. He put down his mobile phone, raised his head and spoke in a deep voice Manager Wang asked, "why don't you talk?"
Manager Wang's voice was jammed and he was in a trance before he remembered what he was going to say next.
Fu Ting, with a pen in his hand, listened attentively to manager Wang's report. It seemed that the gaffe at that moment was just an illusion of all.
After the meeting, Fu Ting picked up his mobile phone and looked at several photos of his haircut. In the photos, Fu Zhen was wearing a big work suit and pushing a cart full of sand. The cold wind made his work clothes bulging like an inflated balloon. His favorite long hair in the past was not taken care of. It was a mess.
Fu Ting felt that his heart seemed to be seized by something. It didn't hurt, but it was terrible. He put his mobile phone on the table with his backhand.
Fu Ting will buy from Fu Zhen "Shazhou Chronicle" film and television copyright this matter also handed over to the assistant.
He didn't want to see Fu Zhen.
If he could really see his heart, he would find that he didn't want to see Fu Zhen.
He was afraid to see Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen finally finished his painting, which was a little faster than he had imagined. In only four nights, another big picture of the milky yellow package came out one day earlier than he did.
She was not particularly satisfied with the picture of Gongqiang. Mrs. Rose's picture was very good, which was worth about one thousand two, but it was not the feeling she wanted. She couldn't see her love for Shazhou chronicle and milk yellow CP in this picture.
Milk yellow bag is a little lost, which is a common fault of most painters when she asked for a draft before. She thought that the palace rose which was heated up by the Shazhou chronicle should be different, but she was disappointed.
Fu Zhen's picture was sent to her the next night. At that time, she just came out of the bathroom after taking a bath and her hair had not dried. She picked up her mobile phone to see if anyone had sent her a message during this period of time. Then she saw the small picture that Fu Zhen sent her.
At that moment, milk yellow bag excited tears almost burst out.
In this small picture from Fu Zhen, a bright moon is hanging in the sky. Fireflies fly through the reeds on the banks of the Wangjiang River, and the evening wind blows and ripples the river.
A small boat is floating on the river.
Zhu naiyou's face is slightly flushed. His left hand is over the boat and his right hand is holding the wine jar. His clothes are half untied and most of his chest is exposed. Huang lie is sitting on his abdomen. He looks down at Zhu naiyou with slight doubts in his eyes. The green silk is hanging down and scattered on his chest.
Milk yellow bag looks at the picture on the screen, only a poem is left in his mind. After drunk, he doesn't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams.
The interaction between the two people is generally conceived by the milk yellow bag, while the details and background are filled by Fu Zhen himself.
In fact, there is a great distance between this picture and the pornographic violence required by the milk yellow bag. This picture shows only * *, not pornography. However, when these Fu Zhen finished drawing the draft, the milk yellow bag did not ask for modification, which means that the milk yellow bag agreed to reduce the degree of pornographic violence.
Milk bag likes Fu Zhen's picture very much. Whether it's in style or in human settings, it almost fits the original perfectly. If you put it out, you will believe it if you say it's a screenshot of the original.
Ah, ah, milk yellow is true!
Soon after, a similar scene again, Fu Zhen's screen was once again occupied by exclamation marks, and then there were sections of rainbow farts. The old mobile phone could not bear such a warm reception, so it was simply blocked.
After waiting for milk yellow bag's mood to stabilize a little bit, Fu Zhen sent a message to her in the past.
Is that ok? ]
Yes, it's very good. With excited heart, she transferred the balance of 500 yuan to Fu Zhen with shaking hands.
[love baozi stuffed with creamy custard baozi stuffed with creamy custard. You turn around, I'll turn it back to you.]
[no, madam, I love this picture.]
Fu didn't reply this cream bag on micro-blog, and returned it directly from Alipay's milk yam bag.But soon after, the milk yellow bag transferred the more than 400 yuan back. She probably knew that Fu Zhen would not accept her money and sent another message.
Let me make another appointment with you, madam.
[OK]
Soon after receiving Fu Zhen's picture, naihuangbao put it out on her microblog, bringing the topic of Shazhou chronicle and milk yellow CP, and also @ Fu Zhen.
It has been a long time since Shazhou chronicle's circle of friends has seen such a close fit with the original. Although most of them don't like milk yellow CP, they still can't help seeing such a high degree of reduction! What kind of fairy lady is this? It's only 150r. I also recognize the mass of 1500r. Blow and blow!
Lying trough to cry, why this is not my powder CP!
I also want to ask my wife for an appointment. I want to see us play rabbit Girls [drooling] [drooling]
Fu Zhen's Weibo fans rose from double-digit to four digit overnight, and the private letter to find him for a manuscript sent another heavy blow to his old mobile phone.
That night, Fu Zhen received a phone call from Fu Ting's assistant, who wanted to buy the film and television copyright of the Shazhou chronicle.
If Fu Zhen was expelled from Fu's family two years ago and needed money in particular, he would not consider anything and sell the copyright directly. But now he is not short of money, or it is useless to have money. His legs have missed the best opportunity for treatment, which is probably the case in the future.
Fu Zhen politely refused the other party, and then opened the private message, received a 500r color insert and a 200R vertical drawing, plus the one for the milk yellow package. He was busy for the next half month.
The assistant called Fu Ting about his rejection. Fu Ting said that he knew and hung up with the assistant.
Tang quwan went out to meet Qin Zhao again tonight. The Fu family returned to their former quietness. Fu ting and Fu Jianchen sat on the sofa in the living room, minutes and seconds passed away.
Fu Ting put down his papers and went upstairs to rest.
Fu Jianchen suddenly opened his mouth and stopped Fu ting Where do you think Fu Zhen is now? "
Fu Ting turned his head and looked at his father. There was no special expression on Fu Jianchen's face. It seemed that he was asking something very ordinary.
"The construction site behind the new world mall in Xiling District."
Fu Jianchen gave a shout and nodded his head after a long time.
Fu Ting turned around and continued to walk upstairs along the stairs. Fu Jianchen asked him again: "what is he doing there?"
Fu Ting was silent. After a while, he said, "it should be moving bricks."
Fu Jianchen didn't speak any more. In his hand was an entertainment newspaper with a newly released still photo of Tang Dynasty. Fu Jianchen raised his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.
The next afternoon, Fu Jianchen came out of the company an hour ahead of schedule for the first time.
"Don't go home yet." Fu Jianchen, sitting behind the car, suddenly opened his mouth and said to the driver.
"Where are you going, sir?"
"Go to..." Fu Jianchen stopped for a long time and said to the driver, "go to Xiling District and have a look."
The driver took Fu Jianchen through half a city. Fu came to the construction site behind the new world shopping mall. He sat in the car and looked through the window glass and the high iron fence. He wanted to find the figure that had appeared in his dream during this period of time.
But he didn't find him.
The time in the car seems to have been very long. I don't know how long it took. Fu Jianchen said softly, "go."
The driver just felt confused about what he was doing when he came to the construction site suddenly, but these are not what he should care about.
There seemed to be a sigh in the car. Before the driver could figure out whether the sigh was unintentionally made by himself, Fu Jianchen in the back asked him, "Lao Wu, how many years have you been following me?"
"Twelve or three years." Driver's road.
In 1233, it is enough to make a child grow into a teenager.
Twelve or three years ago, how old should Fu Zhen be? Fu Jianchen wanted to find that small figure in his memory, but he found that he still couldn't find it.
Only in dreams can he see him.
The driver raised his head and saw from the rearview mirror that Fu Jianchen's face was a little pale. He asked anxiously, "what's the matter with you, sir?"
"It's OK." Fu Jianchen said lightly.
The silence in the car was restored. Fu Jianchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
At that time, for what reason did he drive Fu Zhen out of the Fu family, as if
Because he hurt the bend.
He deserves to be punished.
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Fu Ting still remembers where he met Fu Zhen last time. To tell the truth, no matter what the reason is, he doesn't want to see Fu Zhen again. But now it's Tang quwan pleading with himself. After thinking about it for most of the night, Fu Ting decided to leave the matter to his assistant.
When the assistant learned that Fu Ting was looking for Fu Zhen, he was surprised for a while. If Fu Ting hadn't mentioned it all of a sudden, he would have forgotten that there was such a young master in the Fu family, and he didn't know what the boss wanted to do with this young master. He could not have regretted what happened in those years.
The assistant found a private detective and gave it to them. Two days later, the other party replied. Looking at the photos sent by the private detective, the assistant sighed in silence. He did not expect that the young master, who was so high spirited at that time, was reduced to carrying bricks on the construction site.
The assistant gave the photos and the address to Fu ting. When Fu Ting received these pictures, he was in a meeting. The managers of all departments of the company looked at their boss, looked down at the mobile phone, and then the blood color on his face faded in an instant. The boss did not seem to notice his own abnormality. He put down his mobile phone, raised his head and spoke in a deep voice Manager Wang asked, "why don't you talk?"
Manager Wang's voice was jammed and he was in a trance before he remembered what he was going to say next.
Fu Ting, with a pen in his hand, listened attentively to manager Wang's report. It seemed that the gaffe at that moment was just an illusion of all.
After the meeting, Fu Ting picked up his mobile phone and looked at several photos of his haircut. In the photos, Fu Zhen was wearing a big work suit and pushing a cart full of sand. The cold wind made his work clothes bulging like an inflated balloon. His favorite long hair in the past was not taken care of. It was a mess.
Fu Ting felt that his heart seemed to be seized by something. It didn't hurt, but it was terrible. He put his mobile phone on the table with his backhand.
Fu Ting will buy from Fu Zhen "Shazhou Chronicle" film and television copyright this matter also handed over to the assistant.
He didn't want to see Fu Zhen.
If he could really see his heart, he would find that he didn't want to see Fu Zhen.
He was afraid to see Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen finally finished his painting, which was a little faster than he had imagined. In only four nights, another big picture of the milky yellow package came out one day earlier than he did.
She was not particularly satisfied with the picture of Gongqiang. Mrs. Rose's picture was very good, which was worth about one thousand two, but it was not the feeling she wanted. She couldn't see her love for Shazhou chronicle and milk yellow CP in this picture.
Milk yellow bag is a little lost, which is a common fault of most painters when she asked for a draft before. She thought that the palace rose which was heated up by the Shazhou chronicle should be different, but she was disappointed.
Fu Zhen's picture was sent to her the next night. At that time, she just came out of the bathroom after taking a bath and her hair had not dried. She picked up her mobile phone to see if anyone had sent her a message during this period of time. Then she saw the small picture that Fu Zhen sent her.
At that moment, milk yellow bag excited tears almost burst out.
In this small picture from Fu Zhen, a bright moon is hanging in the sky. Fireflies fly through the reeds on the banks of the Wangjiang River, and the evening wind blows and ripples the river.
A small boat is floating on the river.
Zhu naiyou's face is slightly flushed. His left hand is over the boat and his right hand is holding the wine jar. His clothes are half untied and most of his chest is exposed. Huang lie is sitting on his abdomen. He looks down at Zhu naiyou with slight doubts in his eyes. The green silk is hanging down and scattered on his chest.
Milk yellow bag looks at the picture on the screen, only a poem is left in his mind. After drunk, he doesn't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams.
The interaction between the two people is generally conceived by the milk yellow bag, while the details and background are filled by Fu Zhen himself.
In fact, there is a great distance between this picture and the pornographic violence required by the milk yellow bag. This picture shows only * *, not pornography. However, when these Fu Zhen finished drawing the draft, the milk yellow bag did not ask for modification, which means that the milk yellow bag agreed to reduce the degree of pornographic violence.
Milk bag likes Fu Zhen's picture very much. Whether it's in style or in human settings, it almost fits the original perfectly. If you put it out, you will believe it if you say it's a screenshot of the original.
Ah, ah, milk yellow is true!
Soon after, a similar scene again, Fu Zhen's screen was once again occupied by exclamation marks, and then there were sections of rainbow farts. The old mobile phone could not bear such a warm reception, so it was simply blocked.
After waiting for milk yellow bag's mood to stabilize a little bit, Fu Zhen sent a message to her in the past.
Is that ok? ]
Yes, it's very good. With excited heart, she transferred the balance of 500 yuan to Fu Zhen with shaking hands.
[love baozi stuffed with creamy custard baozi stuffed with creamy custard. You turn around, I'll turn it back to you.]
[no, madam, I love this picture.]
Fu didn't reply this cream bag on micro-blog, and returned it directly from Alipay's milk yam bag.But soon after, the milk yellow bag transferred the more than 400 yuan back. She probably knew that Fu Zhen would not accept her money and sent another message.
Let me make another appointment with you, madam.
[OK]
Soon after receiving Fu Zhen's picture, naihuangbao put it out on her microblog, bringing the topic of Shazhou chronicle and milk yellow CP, and also @ Fu Zhen.
It has been a long time since Shazhou chronicle's circle of friends has seen such a close fit with the original. Although most of them don't like milk yellow CP, they still can't help seeing such a high degree of reduction! What kind of fairy lady is this? It's only 150r. I also recognize the mass of 1500r. Blow and blow!
Lying trough to cry, why this is not my powder CP!
I also want to ask my wife for an appointment. I want to see us play rabbit Girls [drooling] [drooling]
Fu Zhen's Weibo fans rose from double-digit to four digit overnight, and the private letter to find him for a manuscript sent another heavy blow to his old mobile phone.
That night, Fu Zhen received a phone call from Fu Ting's assistant, who wanted to buy the film and television copyright of the Shazhou chronicle.
If Fu Zhen was expelled from Fu's family two years ago and needed money in particular, he would not consider anything and sell the copyright directly. But now he is not short of money, or it is useless to have money. His legs have missed the best opportunity for treatment, which is probably the case in the future.
Fu Zhen politely refused the other party, and then opened the private message, received a 500r color insert and a 200R vertical drawing, plus the one for the milk yellow package. He was busy for the next half month.
The assistant called Fu Ting about his rejection. Fu Ting said that he knew and hung up with the assistant.
Tang quwan went out to meet Qin Zhao again tonight. The Fu family returned to their former quietness. Fu ting and Fu Jianchen sat on the sofa in the living room, minutes and seconds passed away.
Fu Ting put down his papers and went upstairs to rest.
Fu Jianchen suddenly opened his mouth and stopped Fu ting Where do you think Fu Zhen is now? "
Fu Ting turned his head and looked at his father. There was no special expression on Fu Jianchen's face. It seemed that he was asking something very ordinary.
"The construction site behind the new world mall in Xiling District."
Fu Jianchen gave a shout and nodded his head after a long time.
Fu Ting turned around and continued to walk upstairs along the stairs. Fu Jianchen asked him again: "what is he doing there?"
Fu Ting was silent. After a while, he said, "it should be moving bricks."
Fu Jianchen didn't speak any more. In his hand was an entertainment newspaper with a newly released still photo of Tang Dynasty. Fu Jianchen raised his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.
The next afternoon, Fu Jianchen came out of the company an hour ahead of schedule for the first time.
"Don't go home yet." Fu Jianchen, sitting behind the car, suddenly opened his mouth and said to the driver.
"Where are you going, sir?"
"Go to..." Fu Jianchen stopped for a long time and said to the driver, "go to Xiling District and have a look."
The driver took Fu Jianchen through half a city. Fu came to the construction site behind the new world shopping mall. He sat in the car and looked through the window glass and the high iron fence. He wanted to find the figure that had appeared in his dream during this period of time.
But he didn't find him.
The time in the car seems to have been very long. I don't know how long it took. Fu Jianchen said softly, "go."
The driver just felt confused about what he was doing when he came to the construction site suddenly, but these are not what he should care about.
There seemed to be a sigh in the car. Before the driver could figure out whether the sigh was unintentionally made by himself, Fu Jianchen in the back asked him, "Lao Wu, how many years have you been following me?"
"Twelve or three years." Driver's road.
In 1233, it is enough to make a child grow into a teenager.
Twelve or three years ago, how old should Fu Zhen be? Fu Jianchen wanted to find that small figure in his memory, but he found that he still couldn't find it.
Only in dreams can he see him.
The driver raised his head and saw from the rearview mirror that Fu Jianchen's face was a little pale. He asked anxiously, "what's the matter with you, sir?"
"It's OK." Fu Jianchen said lightly.
The silence in the car was restored. Fu Jianchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
At that time, for what reason did he drive Fu Zhen out of the Fu family, as if
Because he hurt the bend.
He deserves to be punished.
Fu Ting still remembers where he met Fu Zhen last time. To tell the truth, no matter what the reason is, he doesn't want to see Fu Zhen again. But now it's Tang quwan pleading with himself. After thinking about it for most of the night, Fu Ting decided to leave the matter to his assistant. When the assistant learned that Fu Ting was looking for Fu Zhen, he was surprised for a while. If Fu Ting hadn't mentioned it all of a sudden, he would have forgotten that there was such a young master in the Fu family, and he didn't know what the boss wanted to do with this young master. He could not have regretted what happened in those years. The assistant found a private detective and gave it to them. Two days later, the other party replied. Looking at the photos sent by the private detective, the assistant sighed in silence. He did not expect that the young master, who was so high spirited at that time, was reduced to carrying bricks on the construction site. The assistant gave the photos and the address to Fu ting. When Fu Ting received these pictures, he was in a meeting. The managers of all departments of the company looked at their boss, looked down at the mobile phone, and then the blood color on his face faded in an instant. The boss did not seem to notice his own abnormality. He put down his mobile phone, raised his head and spoke in a deep voice Manager Wang asked, "why don't you talk?" Manager Wang's voice was jammed and he was in a trance before he remembered what he was going to say next. Fu Ting, with a pen in his hand, listened attentively to manager Wang's report. It seemed that the gaffe at that moment was just an illusion of all. After the meeting, Fu Ting picked up his mobile phone and looked at several photos of his haircut. In the photos, Fu Zhen was wearing a big work suit and pushing a cart full of sand. The cold wind made his work clothes bulging like an inflated balloon. His favorite long hair in the past was not taken care of. It was a mess. Fu Ting felt that his heart seemed to be seized by something. It didn't hurt, but it was terrible. He put his mobile phone on the table with his backhand. Fu Ting will buy from Fu Zhen "Shazhou Chronicle" film and television copyright this matter also handed over to the assistant. He didn't want to see Fu Zhen. If he could really see his heart, he would find that he didn't want to see Fu Zhen. He was afraid to see Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen finally finished his painting, which was a little faster than he had imagined. In only four nights, another big picture of the milky yellow package came out one day earlier than he did. She was not particularly satisfied with the picture of Gongqiang. Mrs. Rose's picture was very good, which was worth about one thousand two, but it was not the feeling she wanted. She couldn't see her love for Shazhou chronicle and milk yellow CP in this picture. Milk yellow bag is a little lost, which is a common fault of most painters when she asked for a draft before. She thought that the palace rose which was heated up by the Shazhou chronicle should be different, but she was disappointed. Fu Zhen's picture was sent to her the next night. At that time, she just came out of the bathroom after taking a bath and her hair had not dried. She picked up her mobile phone to see if anyone had sent her a message during this period of time. Then she saw the small picture that Fu Zhen sent her. At that moment, milk yellow bag excited tears almost burst out. In this small picture from Fu Zhen, a bright moon is hanging in the sky. Fireflies fly through the reeds on the banks of the Wangjiang River, and the evening wind blows and ripples the river. A small boat is floating on the river. Zhu naiyou's face is slightly flushed. His left hand is over the boat and his right hand is holding the wine jar. His clothes are half untied and most of his chest is exposed. Huang lie is sitting on his abdomen. He looks down at Zhu naiyou with slight doubts in his eyes. The green silk is hanging down and scattered on his chest. Milk yellow bag looks at the picture on the screen, only a poem is left in his mind. After drunk, he doesn't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams. The interaction between the two people is generally conceived by the milk yellow bag, while the details and background are filled by Fu Zhen himself. In fact, there is a great distance between this picture and the pornographic violence required by the milk yellow bag. This picture shows only * *, not pornography. However, when these Fu Zhen finished drawing the draft, the milk yellow bag did not ask for modification, which means that the milk yellow bag agreed to reduce the degree of pornographic violence. Milk bag likes Fu Zhen's picture very much. Whether it's in style or in human settings, it almost fits the original perfectly. If you put it out, you will believe it if you say it's a screenshot of the original. Ah, ah, milk yellow is true! Soon after, a similar scene again, Fu Zhen's screen was once again occupied by exclamation marks, and then there were sections of rainbow farts. The old mobile phone could not bear such a warm reception, so it was simply blocked. After waiting for milk yellow bag's mood to stabilize a little bit, Fu Zhen sent a message to her in the past. Is that ok? Yes, it's very good. With excited heart, she transferred the balance of 500 yuan to Fu Zhen with shaking hands. love baozi stuffed with creamy custard baozi stuffed with creamy custard. You turn around, I'll turn it back to you.no, madam, I love this picture.Fu didn't reply this cream bag on micro-blog, and returned it directly from Alipay's milk yam bag.But soon after, the milk yellow bag transferred the more than 400 yuan back. She probably knew that Fu Zhen would not accept her money and sent another message. Let me make another appointment with you, madam. OK Soon after receiving Fu Zhen's picture, naihuangbao put it out on her microblog, bringing the topic of Shazhou chronicle and milk yellow CP, and also @ Fu Zhen. It has been a long time since Shazhou chronicle's circle of friends has seen such a close fit with the original. Although most of them don't like milk yellow CP, they still can't help seeing such a high degree of reduction! What kind of fairy lady is this? It's only 150r. I also recognize the mass of 1500r. Blow and blow! Lying trough to cry, why this is not my powder CP! I also want to ask my wife for an appointment. I want to see us play rabbit Girls drooling drooling Fu Zhen's Weibo fans rose from double-digit to four digit overnight, and the private letter to find him for a manuscript sent another heavy blow to his old mobile phone. That night, Fu Zhen received a phone call from Fu Ting's assistant, who wanted to buy the film and television copyright of the Shazhou chronicle. If Fu Zhen was expelled from Fu's family two years ago and needed money in particular, he would not consider anything and sell the copyright directly. But now he is not short of money, or it is useless to have money. His legs have missed the best opportunity for treatment, which is probably the case in the future. Fu Zhen politely refused the other party, and then opened the private message, received a 500r color insert and a 200R vertical drawing, plus the one for the milk yellow package. He was busy for the next half month. The assistant called Fu Ting about his rejection. Fu Ting said that he knew and hung up with the assistant. Tang quwan went out to meet Qin Zhao again tonight. The Fu family returned to their former quietness. Fu ting and Fu Jianchen sat on the sofa in the living room, minutes and seconds passed away. Fu Ting put down his papers and went upstairs to rest. Fu Jianchen suddenly opened his mouth and stopped Fu ting Where do you think Fu Zhen is now? " Fu Ting turned his head and looked at his father. There was no special expression on Fu Jianchen's face. It seemed that he was asking something very ordinary. "The construction site behind the new world mall in Xiling District." Fu Jianchen gave a shout and nodded his head after a long time. Fu Ting turned around and continued to walk upstairs along the stairs. Fu Jianchen asked him again: "what is he doing there?" Fu Ting was silent. After a while, he said, "it should be moving bricks." Fu Jianchen didn't speak any more. In his hand was an entertainment newspaper with a newly released still photo of Tang Dynasty. Fu Jianchen raised his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. The next afternoon, Fu Jianchen came out of the company an hour ahead of schedule for the first time. "Don't go home yet." Fu Jianchen, sitting behind the car, suddenly opened his mouth and said to the driver. "Where are you going, sir?" "Go to..." Fu Jianchen stopped for a long time and said to the driver, "go to Xiling District and have a look." The driver took Fu Jianchen through half a city. Fu came to the construction site behind the new world shopping mall. He sat in the car and looked through the window glass and the high iron fence. He wanted to find the figure that had appeared in his dream during this period of time. But he didn't find him. The time in the car seems to have been very long. I don't know how long it took. Fu Jianchen said softly, "go." The driver just felt confused about what he was doing when he came to the construction site suddenly, but these are not what he should care about. There seemed to be a sigh in the car. Before the driver could figure out whether the sigh was unintentionally made by himself, Fu Jianchen in the back asked him, "Lao Wu, how many years have you been following me?" "Twelve or three years." Driver's road. In 1233, it is enough to make a child grow into a teenager. Twelve or three years ago, how old should Fu Zhen be? Fu Jianchen wanted to find that small figure in his memory, but he found that he still couldn't find it. Only in dreams can he see him. The driver raised his head and saw from the rearview mirror that Fu Jianchen's face was a little pale. He asked anxiously, "what's the matter with you, sir?" "It's OK." Fu Jianchen said lightly. The silence in the car was restored. Fu Jianchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead. At that time, for what reason did he drive Fu Zhen out of the Fu family, as if Because he hurt the bend. He deserves to be punished.
