Chapter 20
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Liu Han snorted coldly. Fu Zhen didn't seem to be afraid.
Fu Jianchen really doesn't care about this little son, or does he say that he is playing now and hopes that he can relax his vigilance. It is better to let Fu Zhen go after he has no value.
Liu Han sneered in his heart. If Fu Jianchen really thinks so, then he will underestimate himself. Even if they don't get 80 million yuan, he will never let Fu live a good life.
A night passed quickly in peace, but this calm was not a good thing for Fu Zhen and the Liu brothers. Nothing happened meant that Fu Jiagen didn't care whether Fu Zhen was really kidnapped.
The next morning, the warm morning light came through the East glass window of the tin house. At the corner of Fu's mouth was a piece of black green, which was left on his face by Liu Han last night. He raised his head and looked out of the window. There were thick brown trees. There was no end. The sun fell on it. Under the gray sky with haze, it was like a layer of gold powder.
Fu Zhen watched for a long time, until Liu Han and Liu Wen entered the room again. He took back his eyes and looked down at the ground as if nothing had happened.
Liu Han went to Fu Zhen and kicked him on his leg. Fu Zhen raised his head. His face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale, and his face was almost bloodless. Liu Han cut, turned and sat down on the table, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.
Liu Wen leaned against the wall. After playing with his mobile phone for a while, he raised his head and asked his brother, "have you contacted Fu Ting?"
"When it comes to farting, these people's hearts are black," Liu Han jumped down from the table and swore, "I just saw Fu ting on TV. Wang Badu is in the mood to hold a press conference for his sister. He has no time to save his brother. Don't count on him."
"What press conference will be held?" Liu Wen didn't dare to believe that Fu Ting was still in the mood to hold a press conference for Tang at this time.
Liu Han sneered, "didn't Tang bend fall yesterday?"
"Just hold a press conference about this?"
Liu Han shook his head and did not answer Liu Wen's question. He walked slowly to Fu Zhen, bent down and asked, "what do you think of this matter?"
Fu Zhen had not drunk water for one day or two nights. His lips were dry and cracked. Hearing Liu Han's question, he raised his head, thought about it, and shook his head: "I don't have any opinion."
His voice is very light. If you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear what he said just now.
"Shit!" Liu Han slapped Fu Zhen on the head.
Fu Zhen's head was hit to one side, and it took a long time to turn back slightly.
Liu Wen took a look at the entertainment news on his mobile phone. He didn't know why he was worried. He asked his brother, "they won't find out here, will they?"
"What if we find out? I hope they can find out, "Liu Han said. If Fu Jianchen is willing to look into this matter, at least it means that Fu Zhen still has a certain position in his heart. What he fears most is that he doesn't care at all, then they will be in vain.
Liu Wen was still not at ease. He was following Liu Han for the first time. He had no confidence in his heart. Seeing his worry, Liu Han sneered: "what are you afraid of? We will die here together. Now what's the life of hiding in Tibet?"
Liu Wen pursed his lips and did not speak. In fact, as long as he was with Liu Han, he could endure any kind of life. However, since Liu Han chose to take this road to the dark, he would not abandon him.
Another day later, Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting still have no news. The phone numbers dialed by the Liu brothers were all blackmailed by them. It can be seen that Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting do not really care about Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen didn't eat for two days. His hair was messy, his face was gray, and his eyes had no luster. He was very ugly.
"Damn it, Fu Jianchen is really hard hearted," Liu Han came over and grabbed Fu Zhen's chin and forced him to raise his head. Liu Han looked down at the fragile young man and asked him, "are you really his own son?"
Fu Zhen thought for a moment and replied in a hoarse voice, "who knows?"
Liu Han had repressed his great anger in the past two days. After listening to Fu Zhen's words, he only felt that he was mocking himself. The powder keg in his mind was ignited at this moment. With a bang, he kicked the chair under Fu Zhen's body. The chair swayed and almost fell to the ground with Fu Zhen.
Fu's face was shocked by his fist. He was shocked.
Liu Han was ferocious. His fist hit the table and chair and banged. Liu Wen was also frightened by Liu Han's momentum. He was afraid that Liu Han would kill Fu Zhen, so he quickly stepped forward to hold Liu Han: "forget it, brother, you can calm down. If you can't make money, let's think about other ways. Don't kill people."
Liu Han breathlessly closed his hand and glared at Fu Zhen. It was impossible for him to send Fu Zhen back so painlessly. He didn't want to kill people in front of Liu Wen. Liu Han's brain moved. He said to Liu Wen, "let's go!""Just go away?" Liu Wenyi couldn't accept the contrast between his brother and his brother.
"No, you stay here with him?"
Liu Wen was silent and followed Liu Han to the outside of the tin house. Fu Zhengang was a little confused by Liu Han's punch. He sat on the chair with his head down and the sun shining on his body, like a religious man suffering.
Liu Han suddenly stopped when he came to the door. He took out his mobile phone and turned around to take a picture of Fu Zhen. Then he sent the photo to Fu Jianchen's mobile phone. As for when Fu Jianchen will see this photo and what kind of expression Fu Jianchen will have, it has nothing to do with him.
Fu Zhen will stay here forever. Whether he can survive or not depends on whether Fu Jianchen is willing to rescue him.
He will not kill people. If Fu Zhen is really dead, he also died in the indifference of Fu Jianchen and Fu ting.
Liu Han chuckled and drove away from the woods with Liu Wen.
The sky outside gradually darkened. The sun had already set on the top of the mountain in the West. Liu Han and Liu Han never appeared in front of Fu Zhen.
This is the fourth day of Fu Zhen's kidnapping. Since then, he hasn't touched any water and hasn't eaten a grain of rice. He feels lack of oxygen and his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. Now he just wants to close his eyes and have a good sleep, but he also knows that he can't sleep. I'm afraid he will never wake up again.
Fu Zhen understood Liu Han's intention. He wanted to trap himself here. He had no relatives. Even if he disappeared, no one would come to him. He did not know how long his bones would be found.
He should have written a will in advance, leaving all his remaining savings to Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen sighed in silence. He was really tired. His mind was in chaos. There were only a few vague figures in it. However, he was soon engulfed by the white fog. His eyelids gradually dropped and fell into darkness.
……
Fu Zhen was awakened by a huge knock on the door. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping. He opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the direction of the door. Liu Han had the key to the tin house, so it should not be him outside. Fu Zhen opened his mouth to ask for help, but his voice was too small, like a mosquito.
Fu Zhen bit his lips hard to make himself more sober. He opened his mouth and uttered a hysterical cry. The volume was still low. He was like a trapped animal in the open tin house.
Fortunately, the people outside did not give up. The iron gate finally fell with a crash. A tall figure stood at the door. The moon flowed like water and poured down on him. Behind him, there was a bright star.
In the moment of winter, the snow is blooming.
But Fu Zhen thought that he was hallucinating.
It was
Jiang Hengshu.
"You Why are you here? " Fu Zhen's voice was very hoarse. His voice was torn when he spoke. Accompanied by pains, his voice was too small and too small to know whether Jiang Hengshu could hear it.
Jiang Hengshu came to Fu Zhen in silence, squatted down in front of Fu Zhen, and then untied the rope on Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen looked at all these things in front of him. He seemed to be dreaming. He was afraid that when he woke up again, Jiang Hengshu would disappear in front of him. He did not know what he could do to keep him.
Tears are like beads that have fallen off the line. One by one, they roll down from his eyes and drop on the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand. Jiang Hengshu seems to feel something. He looks up and collides with Fu Zhen's eyes.
Jiang Hengshu seemed to sigh. He raised his hand and carefully wiped the tears on Fu Zhen's face. He stood up and said to him, "let's go."
Fu Zhen said in a low voice, but his leg was injured. He was frozen in the tin house these two days, so he couldn't walk at all. Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu, and his eyes were covered with a layer of water light. He looked very pitiful.
"Can't go?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
Fu Zhen nodded.
"I'll carry you." Jiang Hengshu, with his back to Fu Zhen, crouched down in front of him.
In front of him, his back was wide and warm. Fu Zhen was lying on top of him, his head was leaning against Jiang Hengshu's shoulder, and his eyelids fell down quickly. He began to feel sleepy.
Jiang Hengshu took out a small bottle of mint candy from his pocket and sent it to Fu Zhen's hand: "don't sleep, you eat a candy first."
He walked out of the blue Tin House with Fu Zhen on his back, and his car was on the road not far away.
In the cold moonlight, the shadows of Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen are intertwined, like a twin tree born in ancient times.
After the night, he could not resist the sound of the constant wind
Jiang Hengshu said nothing else.
"Jiang Hengshu..."
"What's the matter?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen encircles Jiang Hengshu's two arms a little tighter, and his breath pours on Jiang Hengshu's neck socket.Moonlit night, withered pine, cottage Everything is so beautiful, just like a dream. There was a word in his heart that he wanted to tell him.
I like you
But in the end, this is not what Fu Zhen said.
"It's a beautiful moon tonight." He said.
The author has something to say: originally, I wanted to contact the editor to remove the label of sweet text, but the editor said that only the articles in the list could be changed. I'm very sorry, because the cute people in the list probably had a bit of deviation in my understanding of sweet text. I didn't think there was any misunderstanding in the emotional attack before, and the later development was also relatively sweet. It should be regarded as sweet text, but it seems like Xiaoke Love is not very receptive.
I'm sorry again, but I promise with my deposit box that the later stage is really sweet.
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Liu Han snorted coldly. Fu Zhen didn't seem to be afraid.
Fu Jianchen really doesn't care about this little son, or does he say that he is playing now and hopes that he can relax his vigilance. It is better to let Fu Zhen go after he has no value.
Liu Han sneered in his heart. If Fu Jianchen really thinks so, then he will underestimate himself. Even if they don't get 80 million yuan, he will never let Fu live a good life.
A night passed quickly in peace, but this calm was not a good thing for Fu Zhen and the Liu brothers. Nothing happened meant that Fu Jiagen didn't care whether Fu Zhen was really kidnapped.
The next morning, the warm morning light came through the East glass window of the tin house. At the corner of Fu's mouth was a piece of black green, which was left on his face by Liu Han last night. He raised his head and looked out of the window. There were thick brown trees. There was no end. The sun fell on it. Under the gray sky with haze, it was like a layer of gold powder.
Fu Zhen watched for a long time, until Liu Han and Liu Wen entered the room again. He took back his eyes and looked down at the ground as if nothing had happened.
Liu Han went to Fu Zhen and kicked him on his leg. Fu Zhen raised his head. His face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale, and his face was almost bloodless. Liu Han cut, turned and sat down on the table, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.
Liu Wen leaned against the wall. After playing with his mobile phone for a while, he raised his head and asked his brother, "have you contacted Fu Ting?"
"When it comes to farting, these people's hearts are black," Liu Han jumped down from the table and swore, "I just saw Fu ting on TV. Wang Badu is in the mood to hold a press conference for his sister. He has no time to save his brother. Don't count on him."
"What press conference will be held?" Liu Wen didn't dare to believe that Fu Ting was still in the mood to hold a press conference for Tang at this time.
Liu Han sneered, "didn't Tang bend fall yesterday?"
"Just hold a press conference about this?"
Liu Han shook his head and did not answer Liu Wen's question. He walked slowly to Fu Zhen, bent down and asked, "what do you think of this matter?"
Fu Zhen had not drunk water for one day or two nights. His lips were dry and cracked. Hearing Liu Han's question, he raised his head, thought about it, and shook his head: "I don't have any opinion."
His voice is very light. If you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear what he said just now.
"Shit!" Liu Han slapped Fu Zhen on the head.
Fu Zhen's head was hit to one side, and it took a long time to turn back slightly.
Liu Wen took a look at the entertainment news on his mobile phone. He didn't know why he was worried. He asked his brother, "they won't find out here, will they?"
"What if we find out? I hope they can find out, "Liu Han said. If Fu Jianchen is willing to look into this matter, at least it means that Fu Zhen still has a certain position in his heart. What he fears most is that he doesn't care at all, then they will be in vain.
Liu Wen was still not at ease. He was following Liu Han for the first time. He had no confidence in his heart. Seeing his worry, Liu Han sneered: "what are you afraid of? We will die here together. Now what's the life of hiding in Tibet?"
Liu Wen pursed his lips and did not speak. In fact, as long as he was with Liu Han, he could endure any kind of life. However, since Liu Han chose to take this road to the dark, he would not abandon him.
Another day later, Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting still have no news. The phone numbers dialed by the Liu brothers were all blackmailed by them. It can be seen that Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting do not really care about Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen didn't eat for two days. His hair was messy, his face was gray, and his eyes had no luster. He was very ugly.
"Damn it, Fu Jianchen is really hard hearted," Liu Han came over and grabbed Fu Zhen's chin and forced him to raise his head. Liu Han looked down at the fragile young man and asked him, "are you really his own son?"
Fu Zhen thought for a moment and replied in a hoarse voice, "who knows?"
Liu Han had repressed his great anger in the past two days. After listening to Fu Zhen's words, he only felt that he was mocking himself. The powder keg in his mind was ignited at this moment. With a bang, he kicked the chair under Fu Zhen's body. The chair swayed and almost fell to the ground with Fu Zhen.
Fu's face was shocked by his fist. He was shocked.
Liu Han was ferocious. His fist hit the table and chair and banged. Liu Wen was also frightened by Liu Han's momentum. He was afraid that Liu Han would kill Fu Zhen, so he quickly stepped forward to hold Liu Han: "forget it, brother, you can calm down. If you can't make money, let's think about other ways. Don't kill people."
Liu Han breathlessly closed his hand and glared at Fu Zhen. It was impossible for him to send Fu Zhen back so painlessly. He didn't want to kill people in front of Liu Wen. Liu Han's brain moved. He said to Liu Wen, "let's go!""Just go away?" Liu Wenyi couldn't accept the contrast between his brother and his brother.
"No, you stay here with him?"
Liu Wen was silent and followed Liu Han to the outside of the tin house. Fu Zhengang was a little confused by Liu Han's punch. He sat on the chair with his head down and the sun shining on his body, like a religious man suffering.
Liu Han suddenly stopped when he came to the door. He took out his mobile phone and turned around to take a picture of Fu Zhen. Then he sent the photo to Fu Jianchen's mobile phone. As for when Fu Jianchen will see this photo and what kind of expression Fu Jianchen will have, it has nothing to do with him.
Fu Zhen will stay here forever. Whether he can survive or not depends on whether Fu Jianchen is willing to rescue him.
He will not kill people. If Fu Zhen is really dead, he also died in the indifference of Fu Jianchen and Fu ting.
Liu Han chuckled and drove away from the woods with Liu Wen.
The sky outside gradually darkened. The sun had already set on the top of the mountain in the West. Liu Han and Liu Han never appeared in front of Fu Zhen.
This is the fourth day of Fu Zhen's kidnapping. Since then, he hasn't touched any water and hasn't eaten a grain of rice. He feels lack of oxygen and his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. Now he just wants to close his eyes and have a good sleep, but he also knows that he can't sleep. I'm afraid he will never wake up again.
Fu Zhen understood Liu Han's intention. He wanted to trap himself here. He had no relatives. Even if he disappeared, no one would come to him. He did not know how long his bones would be found.
He should have written a will in advance, leaving all his remaining savings to Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen sighed in silence. He was really tired. His mind was in chaos. There were only a few vague figures in it. However, he was soon engulfed by the white fog. His eyelids gradually dropped and fell into darkness.
……
Fu Zhen was awakened by a huge knock on the door. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping. He opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the direction of the door. Liu Han had the key to the tin house, so it should not be him outside. Fu Zhen opened his mouth to ask for help, but his voice was too small, like a mosquito.
Fu Zhen bit his lips hard to make himself more sober. He opened his mouth and uttered a hysterical cry. The volume was still low. He was like a trapped animal in the open tin house.
Fortunately, the people outside did not give up. The iron gate finally fell with a crash. A tall figure stood at the door. The moon flowed like water and poured down on him. Behind him, there was a bright star.
In the moment of winter, the snow is blooming.
But Fu Zhen thought that he was hallucinating.
It was
Jiang Hengshu.
"You Why are you here? " Fu Zhen's voice was very hoarse. His voice was torn when he spoke. Accompanied by pains, his voice was too small and too small to know whether Jiang Hengshu could hear it.
Jiang Hengshu came to Fu Zhen in silence, squatted down in front of Fu Zhen, and then untied the rope on Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen looked at all these things in front of him. He seemed to be dreaming. He was afraid that when he woke up again, Jiang Hengshu would disappear in front of him. He did not know what he could do to keep him.
Tears are like beads that have fallen off the line. One by one, they roll down from his eyes and drop on the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand. Jiang Hengshu seems to feel something. He looks up and collides with Fu Zhen's eyes.
Jiang Hengshu seemed to sigh. He raised his hand and carefully wiped the tears on Fu Zhen's face. He stood up and said to him, "let's go."
Fu Zhen said in a low voice, but his leg was injured. He was frozen in the tin house these two days, so he couldn't walk at all. Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu, and his eyes were covered with a layer of water light. He looked very pitiful.
"Can't go?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
Fu Zhen nodded.
"I'll carry you." Jiang Hengshu, with his back to Fu Zhen, crouched down in front of him.
In front of him, his back was wide and warm. Fu Zhen was lying on top of him, his head was leaning against Jiang Hengshu's shoulder, and his eyelids fell down quickly. He began to feel sleepy.
Jiang Hengshu took out a small bottle of mint candy from his pocket and sent it to Fu Zhen's hand: "don't sleep, you eat a candy first."
He walked out of the blue Tin House with Fu Zhen on his back, and his car was on the road not far away.
In the cold moonlight, the shadows of Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen are intertwined, like a twin tree born in ancient times.
After the night, he could not resist the sound of the constant wind
Jiang Hengshu said nothing else.
"Jiang Hengshu..."
"What's the matter?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen encircles Jiang Hengshu's two arms a little tighter, and his breath pours on Jiang Hengshu's neck socket.Moonlit night, withered pine, cottage Everything is so beautiful, just like a dream. There was a word in his heart that he wanted to tell him.
I like you
But in the end, this is not what Fu Zhen said.
"It's a beautiful moon tonight." He said.
The author has something to say: originally, I wanted to contact the editor to remove the label of sweet text, but the editor said that only the articles in the list could be changed. I'm very sorry, because the cute people in the list probably had a bit of deviation in my understanding of sweet text. I didn't think there was any misunderstanding in the emotional attack before, and the later development was also relatively sweet. It should be regarded as sweet text, but it seems like Xiaoke Love is not very receptive.
I'm sorry again, but I promise with my deposit box that the later stage is really sweet.
Liu Han snorted coldly. Fu Zhen didn't seem to be afraid. Fu Jianchen really doesn't care about this little son, or does he say that he is playing now and hopes that he can relax his vigilance. It is better to let Fu Zhen go after he has no value. Liu Han sneered in his heart. If Fu Jianchen really thinks so, then he will underestimate himself. Even if they don't get 80 million yuan, he will never let Fu live a good life. A night passed quickly in peace, but this calm was not a good thing for Fu Zhen and the Liu brothers. Nothing happened meant that Fu Jiagen didn't care whether Fu Zhen was really kidnapped. The next morning, the warm morning light came through the East glass window of the tin house. At the corner of Fu's mouth was a piece of black green, which was left on his face by Liu Han last night. He raised his head and looked out of the window. There were thick brown trees. There was no end. The sun fell on it. Under the gray sky with haze, it was like a layer of gold powder. Fu Zhen watched for a long time, until Liu Han and Liu Wen entered the room again. He took back his eyes and looked down at the ground as if nothing had happened. Liu Han went to Fu Zhen and kicked him on his leg. Fu Zhen raised his head. His face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale, and his face was almost bloodless. Liu Han cut, turned and sat down on the table, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and took a deep breath. Liu Wen leaned against the wall. After playing with his mobile phone for a while, he raised his head and asked his brother, "have you contacted Fu Ting?" "When it comes to farting, these people's hearts are black," Liu Han jumped down from the table and swore, "I just saw Fu ting on TV. Wang Badu is in the mood to hold a press conference for his sister. He has no time to save his brother. Don't count on him." "What press conference will be held?" Liu Wen didn't dare to believe that Fu Ting was still in the mood to hold a press conference for Tang at this time. Liu Han sneered, "didn't Tang bend fall yesterday?" "Just hold a press conference about this?" Liu Han shook his head and did not answer Liu Wen's question. He walked slowly to Fu Zhen, bent down and asked, "what do you think of this matter?" Fu Zhen had not drunk water for one day or two nights. His lips were dry and cracked. Hearing Liu Han's question, he raised his head, thought about it, and shook his head: "I don't have any opinion." His voice is very light. If you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear what he said just now. "Shit!" Liu Han slapped Fu Zhen on the head. Fu Zhen's head was hit to one side, and it took a long time to turn back slightly. Liu Wen took a look at the entertainment news on his mobile phone. He didn't know why he was worried. He asked his brother, "they won't find out here, will they?" "What if we find out? I hope they can find out, "Liu Han said. If Fu Jianchen is willing to look into this matter, at least it means that Fu Zhen still has a certain position in his heart. What he fears most is that he doesn't care at all, then they will be in vain. Liu Wen was still not at ease. He was following Liu Han for the first time. He had no confidence in his heart. Seeing his worry, Liu Han sneered: "what are you afraid of? We will die here together. Now what's the life of hiding in Tibet?" Liu Wen pursed his lips and did not speak. In fact, as long as he was with Liu Han, he could endure any kind of life. However, since Liu Han chose to take this road to the dark, he would not abandon him. Another day later, Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting still have no news. The phone numbers dialed by the Liu brothers were all blackmailed by them. It can be seen that Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting do not really care about Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen didn't eat for two days. His hair was messy, his face was gray, and his eyes had no luster. He was very ugly. "Damn it, Fu Jianchen is really hard hearted," Liu Han came over and grabbed Fu Zhen's chin and forced him to raise his head. Liu Han looked down at the fragile young man and asked him, "are you really his own son?" Fu Zhen thought for a moment and replied in a hoarse voice, "who knows?" Liu Han had repressed his great anger in the past two days. After listening to Fu Zhen's words, he only felt that he was mocking himself. The powder keg in his mind was ignited at this moment. With a bang, he kicked the chair under Fu Zhen's body. The chair swayed and almost fell to the ground with Fu Zhen. Fu's face was shocked by his fist. He was shocked. Liu Han was ferocious. His fist hit the table and chair and banged. Liu Wen was also frightened by Liu Han's momentum. He was afraid that Liu Han would kill Fu Zhen, so he quickly stepped forward to hold Liu Han: "forget it, brother, you can calm down. If you can't make money, let's think about other ways. Don't kill people." Liu Han breathlessly closed his hand and glared at Fu Zhen. It was impossible for him to send Fu Zhen back so painlessly. He didn't want to kill people in front of Liu Wen. Liu Han's brain moved. He said to Liu Wen, "let's go!""Just go away?" Liu Wenyi couldn't accept the contrast between his brother and his brother. "No, you stay here with him?" Liu Wen was silent and followed Liu Han to the outside of the tin house. Fu Zhengang was a little confused by Liu Han's punch. He sat on the chair with his head down and the sun shining on his body, like a religious man suffering. Liu Han suddenly stopped when he came to the door. He took out his mobile phone and turned around to take a picture of Fu Zhen. Then he sent the photo to Fu Jianchen's mobile phone. As for when Fu Jianchen will see this photo and what kind of expression Fu Jianchen will have, it has nothing to do with him. Fu Zhen will stay here forever. Whether he can survive or not depends on whether Fu Jianchen is willing to rescue him. He will not kill people. If Fu Zhen is really dead, he also died in the indifference of Fu Jianchen and Fu ting. Liu Han chuckled and drove away from the woods with Liu Wen. The sky outside gradually darkened. The sun had already set on the top of the mountain in the West. Liu Han and Liu Han never appeared in front of Fu Zhen. This is the fourth day of Fu Zhen's kidnapping. Since then, he hasn't touched any water and hasn't eaten a grain of rice. He feels lack of oxygen and his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. Now he just wants to close his eyes and have a good sleep, but he also knows that he can't sleep. I'm afraid he will never wake up again. Fu Zhen understood Liu Han's intention. He wanted to trap himself here. He had no relatives. Even if he disappeared, no one would come to him. He did not know how long his bones would be found. He should have written a will in advance, leaving all his remaining savings to Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen sighed in silence. He was really tired. His mind was in chaos. There were only a few vague figures in it. However, he was soon engulfed by the white fog. His eyelids gradually dropped and fell into darkness. Fu Zhen was awakened by a huge knock on the door. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping. He opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the direction of the door. Liu Han had the key to the tin house, so it should not be him outside. Fu Zhen opened his mouth to ask for help, but his voice was too small, like a mosquito. Fu Zhen bit his lips hard to make himself more sober. He opened his mouth and uttered a hysterical cry. The volume was still low. He was like a trapped animal in the open tin house. Fortunately, the people outside did not give up. The iron gate finally fell with a crash. A tall figure stood at the door. The moon flowed like water and poured down on him. Behind him, there was a bright star. In the moment of winter, the snow is blooming. But Fu Zhen thought that he was hallucinating. It was Jiang Hengshu. "You Why are you here? " Fu Zhen's voice was very hoarse. His voice was torn when he spoke. Accompanied by pains, his voice was too small and too small to know whether Jiang Hengshu could hear it. Jiang Hengshu came to Fu Zhen in silence, squatted down in front of Fu Zhen, and then untied the rope on Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen looked at all these things in front of him. He seemed to be dreaming. He was afraid that when he woke up again, Jiang Hengshu would disappear in front of him. He did not know what he could do to keep him. Tears are like beads that have fallen off the line. One by one, they roll down from his eyes and drop on the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand. Jiang Hengshu seems to feel something. He looks up and collides with Fu Zhen's eyes. Jiang Hengshu seemed to sigh. He raised his hand and carefully wiped the tears on Fu Zhen's face. He stood up and said to him, "let's go." Fu Zhen said in a low voice, but his leg was injured. He was frozen in the tin house these two days, so he couldn't walk at all. Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu, and his eyes were covered with a layer of water light. He looked very pitiful. "Can't go?" Jiang Hengshu asked him. Fu Zhen nodded. "I'll carry you." Jiang Hengshu, with his back to Fu Zhen, crouched down in front of him. In front of him, his back was wide and warm. Fu Zhen was lying on top of him, his head was leaning against Jiang Hengshu's shoulder, and his eyelids fell down quickly. He began to feel sleepy. Jiang Hengshu took out a small bottle of mint candy from his pocket and sent it to Fu Zhen's hand: "don't sleep, you eat a candy first." He walked out of the blue Tin House with Fu Zhen on his back, and his car was on the road not far away. In the cold moonlight, the shadows of Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen are intertwined, like a twin tree born in ancient times. After the night, he could not resist the sound of the constant wind Jiang Hengshu said nothing else. "Jiang Hengshu..." "What's the matter?" Asked Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen encircles Jiang Hengshu's two arms a little tighter, and his breath pours on Jiang Hengshu's neck socket.Moonlit night, withered pine, cottage Everything is so beautiful, just like a dream. There was a word in his heart that he wanted to tell him. I like you But in the end, this is not what Fu Zhen said. "It's a beautiful moon tonight." He said. The author has something to say: originally, I wanted to contact the editor to remove the label of sweet text, but the editor said that only the articles in the list could be changed. I'm very sorry, because the cute people in the list probably had a bit of deviation in my understanding of sweet text. I didn't think there was any misunderstanding in the emotional attack before, and the later development was also relatively sweet. It should be regarded as sweet text, but it seems like Xiaoke Love is not very receptive. I'm sorry again, but I promise with my deposit box that the later stage is really sweet.
