After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Fu's old house.

Although the living room has been cleaned up, the strong smell of blood still exists in the air.

But Fu Tingchen didn't seem to feel it, his dark eyes were lowered.

In the hands with well-defined joints, he was playing with a fruit knife.

The profile of the profile face is sharp and indifferent, exuding a feeling of laziness and alienation.

The servants who cleaned the living room held their breaths for fear of drawing Fu Tingchen's attention by making noises.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of staggering footsteps on the stairs.

"clatter."

"clatter."

Fu Qiming came directly to Fu Tingchen.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang's eyes flashed with complicated understanding.

"Put down everything in your hand and come down with me."

While speaking, he took all the servants in the living room down.

But Fu Tingchen didn't seem to notice that someone was coming, his handsome and clear side face didn't show any waves.

But if you look closely, you will find that the corners of his lips curled up in a thin, sarcastic arc.

"Ting Chen,"

Fu Qiming looked at the son in front of him that he had always hated and feared, his dark eyes were full of complexity.

"Let's talk."

"talk?"

Fu Tingchen raised his eyes to look at Fu Qiming, his handsome and indifferent eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Is there anything to talk about between me and you?"

The understatement of the words is full of indifference and alienation.

"Ting Chen,"

Fu Qiming's face became paler and paler, and his voice was extremely heavy.

"I'm here to apologize to you."

Apologize?

Fu Tingchen's tall figure leaned on the sofa and looked at Fu Qiming, his thin lips curved into a smile that was not a smile.

"You are like this, which is not the gesture that an apology should have."

In the lazy and casual tone, there was a look of disdain.

Fu Qiming heard the meaning of Fu Tingchen's words, and clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, as if he was holding back something.

After a while, he suddenly bent his knees and knelt down towards Fu Tingchen.

"Tingchen, dad has been blind all these years, dad is sorry for you..."

I am sorry.

It's so easy to say.

Fu Tingchen glanced coldly at Fu Qiming who was kneeling on the ground and said nothing, his black eyes were full of ridicule and sarcasm.

In his life, he hated these three words the most.

It serves no purpose other than to reassure the perpetrator.

"Wen Yi, that bitch and that little bastard have been killed by my own hands,"

Fu Qiming burst into tears, his face full of remorse.

"Dad really knows that he was wrong, please forgive Dad?"

"I never accept a verbal apology,"

Fu Tingchen got up slowly, avoiding the direction where Fu Qiming was kneeling, walked in front of him, looked down at him and said in a cold tone.

"It's easy for me to forgive you,"

He threw the fruit knife in his hand in front of Fu Qiming, his narrow black pupils were filled with bone-chilling chill.

"Use this knife to kill yourself."

Self-defeating?

Fu Qiming's expression stopped, and he looked up at Fu Tingchen in shock.

When he met those narrow black eyes without the slightest warmth, he felt like falling into an ice cellar instantly, and his pupils couldn't help trembling in horror.

"Tingchen..."

It never occurred to him to die.

"Don't dare to die?"

Fu Tingchen was not surprised, his tone was cold and mocking.

"It seems that the sincerity of your apology is nothing more than that."

With long legs, he was about to leave.

"Wait, Ting Chen,"

Fu Qiming pursed his lips and said with difficulty.

"I don't ask for a short time, you can forgive me, but..."

His voice was hoarse and pleading.

"Can you let me go into the cemetery to see your mother?"