Old Enemy Became Sweet and Sticky

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Xianxian is afraid of being punished and is easily injured. If you ride a roller coaster, you will indeed suffer. A roller coaster thing, no matter what.

Bowing his head, a harmony fell on Shao Xian's forehead. He got up and said, "Then I'll take a shower first."

After Shao Xian finished taking a bath, Fu Baizhou was already waiting obediently on the roller coaster.

Looks edible.

When Shao Xian saw that his door was unlocked and his seat belt was not fastened, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed. He reached out and closed the door for him, fastened his seat belt, and said with a smile, "Remember in the future, if you don't lock it, someone else will lock it for you."

And keep in mind that in the future, Fu Baizhou must always be reminded.

However, while helping to lock the door and fasten the seat belt, Shao Xian accidentally touched Fu Baizhou's old scar.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of getting hurt?"

Fu Baizhou smiled and said, "I'm not afraid."

"How is that possible?" Shao Xian grunted, patted him on the shoulder like a socialist, and said decisively, "I won't play today."

Fu Baizhou didn't ask why, only said, "Okay."

Shao Xian closed his eyes and felt a little pain in his heart.

When he came across Fu Baizhou's scar just now, it made him suddenly think of the suffering that Fu Baizhou suffered when he was a child. There is still a wound on it that was blocked for him. It has not disappeared after so many years, which is really distressing.

These injuries must be very uncomfortable, and Shao Xian didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable anymore.

"How is the Fu family now?" Shao Xian casually found a topic to divert his attention.

Fu Baizhou slapped Shao Xian on the back of Shao Xian's head like a socialist right hand, and tapped lightly again and again, rather casually: "It should be hard to be beaten by the iron fist of socialism."

Now Fu Cong will probably have a headache.

Shao Xian raised his eyes to see his expression, and couldn't help but smile happily.

"He's so handsome," he exclaimed sincerely.

Fu Baizhou suddenly unfastened his seat belt, opened the car door, and said to Shao Xian with a sigh, "It's time for us to get out of the car, it's a little stuffy in the car."

Shao Xian closed his eyes and unbuckled his seat belt.

Opening the car door, a familiar fragrance wafted into the nose, exactly as I remembered.

Easily addicted.

"Fu Baizhou, I have always liked you very much." Shao Xian squinted and smiled after getting out of the car.

What responded to him was still a socialist smile.

The two were reluctant to part with the roller coaster, and were about to go back and play again when the phone rang suddenly, breaking their plan.

Fu Baizhou raised his head, murmured slightly, and answered the phone after he calmed down a bit.

"What's the matter?" The voice was cold.

"The old man is critically ill, do you want to come back?"

Fu Baizhou was silent for a few seconds, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, he lay on his side beside Shao Xian and explained, "Mr. Fu is critically ill, I have to go abroad."

Shao Xian: "I will accompany you."

"No," Fu Baizhou stretched out his hand and continued to pat his forehead, "I'll be back soon."

The next day, Fu Baizhou left China.

A few days later, there were indeed reports that the founder of Fu's passed away.

After Mr. Fu's death, the Fu family's civil unrest broke out instantly.

Originally, they were mostly fighting in the dark, but now they are all on the bright side.

The old man originally wanted to hand over the family business to Fu Cong and Fu Baizhou, and at the same time distribute some small business to others to appease.

After all, in the Fu family, the abilities of Fu Cong and Fu Baizhou are obvious to all.

But people other than Fu Cong were not happy.

Someone quietly revealed to the old man that Fu Baizhou likes men and cannot continue the incense for the Fu family.

The old man didn't believe it at first, until the photos and videos of Fu Baizhou and Shao Xian shopping for food appeared in front of him.

After a lot of experience, how could it not be seen that Fu Baizhou is immersed in love?

He is a very traditional person and attaches great importance to the inheritance of blood.

Since the long house has no way to continue, the Fu family can't be left to the long house.

The old man made a new will.

Fu Cong counted everything, but he didn't think that he would lose at this point.

The moment he got the will, he only felt that he had nothing.

However, the old man still cared about his family and left some shares for the long room.

It's okay to live a prosperous life.

But Fu Cong was already addicted to the taste of power, and it was really difficult for him to give up.

The rest of the Fu family have wills, and Fu Cong has been in business for many years and has real power in his hands.

The two sides entered a tense standoff.

Until Fu Baizhou appeared at the funeral.

He was dressed in a black suit, handsome in appearance and tall, which immediately attracted media attention.

Fu Baizhou walked straight to Fu Cong, passed by, and said softly, "I asked someone to tell the old man."

Only the two of them heard it.

After getting the will, Fu Cong's sanity began to gradually collapse.

For several days, the nerves in his brain have been tense, and a little guide was thrown into it. fire. So, it will instantly ignite and explode.

Fu Baizhou's words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

Under the cameras of many media, Fu Cong suddenly jumped up and strangled Fu Baizhou by the neck, as if he would be strangled to death in the next second.

this wasteland

The scene of the birthday was actually recorded.

Fu Cong was quickly pushed to the ground by the bodyguards, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

Fu Baizhou looked down at him, "Call the doctor."

Almost everyone asked in their hearts: why is it called a doctor? Is Fu Cong ill?

Soon, the doctor arrived at the scene with a high nose and deep eyes, and his face was a bit mean.

He checked Fu Cong and sighed: "Mr. Fu, I have said before that Dong Fu can't be stimulated anymore, maybe you shouldn't let him attend the funeral. Father's death, for any child, is Indelible-yin-shadow."

"I was negligent," Fu Baizhou showed pity, "I just want him to send the old man the last ride."

Crowd: What's the situation?

Fu Cong shouted desperately, "What are you doing? What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not sick! I'm not sick!"

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