Agent Reborn: God-level Scholar

Chapter 598 My master is dead

His voice trembled slightly: "Didn't Miss Sheng drink too much last night? Maybe... I think she may not know that she injured Mr. Gu. She must have come to you to apologize soon after watching the live broadcast."

"Are you the roundworm in her belly?" Gu Fengchen said in a stern voice, questioning.

Baiji was speechless for a moment.

Mr. Gu seemed to have eaten a firecracker. If he said something, Mr. Gu would retaliate.

Who made him the boss? What he said must make sense.

In desperation, Bai Ji could only hang his head and said: "I was wrong, Mr. Gu, I talked too much. If there is nothing else, I will go out first."

He took two steps out and then stepped back, "By the way, Mr. Gu, I bought this especially for you at the morning market on my way to work."

Baiji threw two hard-boiled eggs on the table, rolled them to the base of Gu Fengchen's computer, and pressed the pause button.

"Peel off the shell and roll it twice around the eyes. It's a good tool to eliminate wounds and remove blood stasis." Bletilla striata put the tip of its tongue against the roof of its mouth, made a sound of "got", blinked at the same time, and fired an electric shock at Gu Fengchen, without waiting.

He got angry and immediately took the first step and rolled out of the office.

Unfortunately, they slept in the car all night. I thought Mr. Gu stayed at Miss Sheng's house to reconcile.

As a result, I saw him coming downstairs early in the morning with a bruise on his face.

That scene...

He and the bodyguard were stunned.

Gu's building towered into the sky, and thin clouds floated in the sky outside the high-rise office. From time to time, the sun seemed to break through the clouds and pour out, only to be blocked by the clouds again. This cycle repeated, and the whole day passed in vain.

Gu Fengchen drank a cup of coffee and three glasses of water today.

Went to the bathroom three times.

We held a regular meeting, an overseas exchange meeting, and a high-level meeting with the M country branch to learn about the company's reconstruction progress and discuss how to provide compensation for injured employees and their families.

I had Japanese food delivered for lunch. It didn’t taste very good. I only took a few bites and threw it aside.

He did a lot of things, but after a lot of busy work, when he returned to his desk, there were still only a few software push messages on his phone and a few unread business emails.

He opened WeChat and clicked on her profile picture familiarly.

It was a girl holding a little bunny doll, smiling sweetly at the camera.

He looked at it like that for a long time, and then he said softly: "You little heartless boy."

After watching the live broadcast today on Sheng Xia Ye, I have no appetite for eating all day long. It’s not that I was disgusted by Gu Fengchen’s disfigurement, but I had a hangover last night and I really felt sick to my stomach today, so I ordered some green vegetable and lean meat porridge at noon.

I only took a few bites of my coat.

She threw herself on the soft bed, feeling sleepy.

Then I thought of the pitiful black bruise on his face in the camera lens.

So when she woke up in the morning, the scene in her mind was not a hallucination, but what really happened last night. She punched him hard and beat him like that.

Thinking about it, I feel pitiful and ridiculous.

Who made him want to touch her even though he was about to get engaged to You Qi? She had to be lucky that she had "reflected on the past" at that time, and did not forget to protect her rights and interests, so that he could not take advantage of her.

She doesn’t know how many times she has unlocked WeChat.

I typed on the screen several times, but each time the content was the same, something like sorry, sorry, sorry, etc. I finally pressed delete on them all and threw the phone aside.

He deserves it.

Besides, she couldn't apologize.

The two of them met again last night, and there was still some ambiguity, so he was beaten in retribution in the middle of the night and hurt himself.

Although she was the initiator, she still had to believe in the power of metaphysics. If she apologized to him today, he would think that she wanted to seek peace, and she might cause more trouble in the future.

"On a midsummer night, one thing more is worse than one thing less. Just be calm."

She turned over and stared at the ceiling, thinking about things in her mind. With the blessing of a hangover, her head felt dizzy, and she fell asleep again after a while.

Half asleep and half awake, she heard the vibrating sound of a mobile phone in her dream.

It took a moment to realize that it was really my phone ringing.

Fixed number in this city.

The number looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

After pressing answer, the head teacher's voice came from the other end: "Xia Ye, are you busy?"

It turned out to be a call from the Shenggao office.

She sat up from the bed, "No, teacher, what can I do for you?"

The teacher glanced at the boy next to him suspiciously, took a deep breath, and said to the other end of the phone: "If you are free, come to school now. There is a boy here who wants to see you."

"boy?"

The teacher hummed. Although he felt that it was unreliable, he thought that as long as he was in school and under his nose, no matter how weird this kid was, he would not be able to make any waves. Besides, he did look very sad, not unlike him.

It was a lie. So she swallowed and told Sheng Xia Ye, "He said he was Master Fang Xuan's apprentice."

When I arrived at school on a midsummer night, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon and school was about to end.

Other students are in class, so she is probably the only one who has this privilege and can freely enter and leave the school and various teachers' offices during class.

She walked to the office door and knocked twice.

"Please come in."

She opened the door and went in. She looked past the teacher and narrowed her eyes when she saw the boy sitting on the sofa.

It's clearly the 21st century. This boy looks like Master Fang Xuan. He likes to wear patched clothes and is ragged like a tramp. The only difference is that his hair is relatively clean and fresh, and his face is so thin that his brow bones are sunken.

, The eye sockets are deep, and when a pair of eyes raised their gaze to look at her, their eyes were dim and dull, and even seemed to reveal a vague sadness.

"She is the person you are looking for." The teacher put down the pen for correcting the test paper, and when walking out past Shengxia Ye, he whispered to her, "The teacher is at the door, please call me if you need anything."

Midsummer Night nodded.

The boy also stood up at this time. Sheng Xia Ye's eyes moved slightly downward and noticed that he was holding a carved black lacquered wooden box in his hand, which was square.

"You said you are Fang Xuan's apprentice?" She pursed her lips, "Why did you suddenly come to school to find me?"

It was not an illusion in the midsummer night. There was indeed a deep sadness lingering in the boy's body. When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, "I don't have a mobile phone and I don't have Miss Sheng's contact information. I really don't know where to find you. Before

I heard from the master that you seem to be studying here, so——"

"No need to pave the way, you just need to tell me what's going on."

On Midsummer Night, I remembered that Fang Xuan was chased all over the street by a woman last night. The woman kept yelling at him to pay back the money. She was also drunk all night. She didn't have time to go online to check what was going on, but she saw that he was nervous all day long.

Damn, he always snatches food from children like homeless people on the street, I guess he is not in his right mind.

After listening to his rhetoric before, she almost believed that she was really some kind of savior, and her career fortune was about to soar.

Thinking about it now, she felt it was really stupid.

In an instant, the boy's tears fell like broken pearls, and his voice choked with sobs: "My master... is dead."

(End of chapter)