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

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the rain was gradually sinking.

The entire Kyoto was plunged into an extremely depressive haze.

At this time, in a secret and quiet cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Fu Tingchen stood silently in front of a mausoleum and looked at the photo above.

The handsome and stern side face has a cold arc.

The tall and straight figure in a black suit almost blended into the gloomy rain curtain around him.

The woman in the photo is about 30 years old, with a gentle and elegant appearance, delicate eyebrows and eyes with a faint smile.

Just looking at it gives people a sense of tranquility.

But such beauty is completely imprisoned in the black and white world, without any vitality and brilliance.

thump.

Yang Yi threw the man in his hand on the ground heavily, and looked at Fu Tingchen.

"Boss Fu, someone brought it here."

The man who was thrown on the ground struggled to stand up, but was trampled down by Yang Yi who was standing aside.

"Be honest with me."

The slap just now and the injury on Dad's arm can't just be forgotten.

Fu Qiming, who was trampled on the ground, was in a state of distress, like a bereaved dog, and he could not be connected with the elegant and handsome middle-aged man in his usual life.

The movement behind him made Fu Tingchen's dark eyes move, and he withdrew his thoughts.

He turned around slowly and walked towards the man on the ground.

The slender figure lingered with a terrifying chilly aura.

The mercenaries behind him immediately raised their umbrellas to follow.

The slow pace seemed to be the prelude to death, step by step stepping on Fu Qiming's heart, almost made his blood coagulate.

"Tingchen, Tingchen,"

Fu Qiming raised his head with difficulty, looking at Fu Tingchen's face covered in thick darkness.

"I did this because I was afraid that the Fu family would fall into other people's hands. I didn't harm you."

He swallowed, and a voice full of fear escaped from his throat.

"You let me go one last time...I will leave Huaxia immediately...I will never come back...I swear."

This time, he was telling the truth.

As long as he can leave, no matter what, he will never come back.

Fu Tingchen looked down at Fu Qiming, his distinct Adam's apple rolled slowly.

"late."

The most indifferent tone, but exuded a bone-biting killing intent, which made people tremble involuntarily.

Fu Qiming's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart trembled involuntarily.

"I……"

When he met those bottomless black eyes, his whole body seemed to be choked, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe.

"Then, what do you think?"

A trembling voice squeezed out from his throat, carrying the meaning of extreme panic.

"Don't you want to see her?"

Fu Tingchen's thin lips curled up in an obscure and cold arc, and a low and hoarse voice escaped from his throat.

"I brought you here."

she?

Which she?

Fu Qiming has been in a state of shock and has no time to care about where he is now.

After Ting Chen said this, he looked around in a panic.

Only then did he realize that he was in front of a tomb.

"Wanrou?"

That's right, this woman has always been Fu Tingchen's heart knot and the most important person to him.

After reacting, Fu Qiming nodded repeatedly as if he had seized a chance.

"Yes, yes, I'm here to see your mother, and I want to apologize to her,"

He straightened up, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and looked at Fu Tingchen again with pleading and horror.

"Tingchen, for your mother's sake, let me go. She definitely doesn't want our father and son to have trouble like this."

At this moment, he still thought of using her?

The mocking arc of Fu Tingchen's lips deepened, and his pitch-black eyes were like thick ink that couldn't be melted, sinking completely.

"Well, if she forgives you."

Forgive him?

Fu Qiming's pupils shrank suddenly and then widened instantly, staring in horror at the son who had scared him for half his life.

That woman is dead, how to forgive him?

Fu Qiming stared up at Fu Tingchen in a daze, as if he was nailed to the spot.

"Ting, Tingchen..."

The shadow of death, emanating from those pitch-black eyes, enveloped his surroundings, freezing even his soul.

He clasped his hands to the ground, trembling crazily.

Fu Tingchen looked at the man in front of him.

Trying to connect him with the Taoist figure in his memory who taught him how to ride a horse and shoot arrows, but found that it was futile.

The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking arc, a half-smile.

Yes.

That man died when he was a few years old.

Fu Tingchen's eyes turned completely cold, he stretched out his hand to grab Fu Qiming's neck, lifted him up from the ground, and walked towards the tomb.

"Uh...let go..."

Fu Qiming's eyes hurt and his voice was extremely hoarse.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from Fu Tingchen's imprisonment, but found that no matter what he did, it was futile, and there was a breath of despair in his eyes.

The hand he once held had long since grown to the point where he could not resist.

thump.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Fu Qiming was slammed down in front of the tomb.

Before he could cry out in pain, the man forced him to raise his head to face the tombstone, and was forced to meet the bright but lifeless face in the photo.

"This woman didn't know until the end that her son was kidnapped by the man she loved the most, and even she herself died in his hands,"

Fu Tingchen narrowed his eyes, his thin lips moved, and hoarse syllables overflowed from his throat, as well as determined cruelty.

"Why don't you tell her why, huh?"