pampered roses

Fu Zechen's car was parked at the manor, and he entered the house on the phone, frowning tightly, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Fu Yangxue came out of the villa, and when she saw Fu Zechen, she immediately greeted her: "Brother..."

Fu Zechen walked past Fu Yangxue, still talking to the person on the other end of the phone, with a cold tone.

Fu Yangxue stood there with an unclear expression.

Fu Zechen entered the villa, hung up the phone, went straight upstairs, came to Fu Yanci's room, opened the door and entered.

Fu Yanci's wheelchair stopped in front of the oil painting, his back was facing Fu Zechen, and he didn't turn his head when he heard the movement, but just said lightly: "Here we are."

The bodyguard stood not far away, staring at Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen didn't speak, and stepped forward to push Fu Yanci's wheelchair to go out. The bodyguards on the side immediately stepped forward and blocked Fu Zechen.

"what are you going to do?"

Fu Yanci turned the wheelchair around, with no expression on his face, cold eyes, looking at the person standing in front of him, with a calm tone.

"Follow me to meet people." Fu Zechen said, his hands on his side tightened. At the same time, there was a movement behind him, and some people in suits stood behind Fu Zechen, and respectfully shouted: "Nine Lord!"

The two sides confront each other, and the atmosphere is tense.

Fu Yanci's eyes lightly slipped past the bodyguards behind him, and finally landed on Fu Zechen, his eyes couldn't cause any disturbance: "You want to rebel?"

Fu Zechen's jaw line tightened, his dark eyes stared at Fu Yanci for a moment, his brows were frowned, and his tone tried to remain calm: "If you don't go there, Lili won't come back."

"Then why do you think that I will agree? Or," Fu Yanci's eyes fell on the people behind Fu Zechen, "You are going to sell your father for a woman?"

Fu Zechen glanced at the time, feeling more and more restless and uneasy.

He looked at Fu Yanci, and for the first time, he knelt down in front of Fu Yanci in front of everyone.

Knee hit the ground heavily, Fu Yanci lowered his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.

Fu Zechen opened his mouth with an unprecedented seriousness on his sharp and handsome face: "Just as I beg you," he paused, his Adam's apple rolled, and called out the name he hadn't spoken for many years, "Dad."

Fu Yanci's eyes were flat, facing Fu Zechen's kneeling, he didn't have any emotional fluctuations, he put his hands on his knees, and tapped his fingers little by little.

The hour hand on the wall made a "tick-tick-tick" sound, and the time passed by one minute and one second. After a while, Fu Yanci said in a very weak voice, "I can't go there. If I go, I will die."

The purpose of the person who planned all this behind the scenes was to find him.

If he passed now, he must have gone and never returned.

Fu Zechen didn't speak, his black eyes were full of emotions, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes passed Fu Yanci, and fell on the huge oil painting.

Fu Yanci's eyelids twitched, and he said vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Fu Zechen got up suddenly, strode to the oil painting, turned his head to look at Fu Yanci, his handsome and cold face showed no trace of warmth, and said word by word: "If you don't want to go, then I will destroy this painting painting."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yanci's expression changed instantly, and the pale fingers that were clasped on the wheelchair unconsciously tightened.

He stared at Fu Zechen, his breathing was heavy, his eyes were dark, and the two people's eyes collided with invisible sparks in the air.

After a long time, Fu Yanci closed his eyes and compromised: "You are really good."

"I owe you this time." Fu Zechen's lips tightened a little, and he glanced at his own people, and immediately someone stepped forward to push Fu Yanci's wheelchair.

Fu Yanci's bodyguard blocked him, but he called back: "Go down."

Fu Zechen left with Fu Yanci. Before leaving, he glanced at the oil painting, frowned, turned his head and left without saying anything.

When we rushed back to Lu Jinyuan's side from the manor, the sky was already getting dark. The car stopped at the gate of the castle. Fu Yanci looked up and noticed the white camellias spreading from the backyard to the corner of the side wall. His eyes froze and he pursed his lips The cold face didn't say anything.

Entering the castle, Lu Jinyuan and Zhang Lin were already waiting in the living room.

Pushing a wheelchair, Fu Zechen stood behind Fu Yanci, and Lu Jinyuan stood next to Zhang Lin. The eyes of the four met, and the atmosphere turned cold instantly.

Zhang Lin's eyes fell on Fu Yanci's face in the wheelchair, the arms hanging on both sides were obviously tense, and the hatred that almost jumped out of his dark eyes flashed.

Fu Yanci's expression was flat, and he also looked at the man opposite him with an unfamiliar face.

But even so, he was all too familiar with this look.

He also saw it on another man's face 20 years ago.

"You two, get out."

Zhang Lin opened his mouth, clenched his hands beside him, stared at Fu Yanci and said coldly, Fu Zechen glanced at Zhang Lin, his eyes were filled with coldness, his eyebrows frowned, he turned and left without saying anything.

Lu Jinyuan followed behind him, and the door was closed heavily, completely cutting off everyone's sight.

The atmosphere was very quiet. Fu Yanci sat in the wheelchair, tapped twice on the armrest, and watched Zhang Lin say lightly: "Long time no see." He paused, staring at the strange face in front of him, to be precise Come up with a name, "Lu Baicheng."

The ex-husband Fu Anning met in Paris, Tangli's father, Lu Baicheng.

A man who should have died 20 years ago.

Hearing this name, Zhang Lin's eyes fell on Fu Yanci, his eyes were cold.

Fu Yanci smiled, leaned back, raised his chin slightly to look at him, and did not lose his aura at all: "I let you go twice at the beginning, I thought you would have a better memory, but I didn't expect you to dare to come back."

Zhang Lin looked cold, stared at Fu Yanci and said in a cold voice: "Where is Fu Anning?"

Fu Yanci looked surprised: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Zhang Lin stared at him, "You know what I'm asking, answer me, where is Fu Anning?"

Fu Yanci lowered his eyes and said nothing, Zhang Lin took a heavy breath, and suddenly took out a pistol, holding the gun in his cold, almost sickly palm, pointing the dark muzzle at the person in the wheelchair, and said in a cold voice: " Let me ask you again, where is Fu Anning?"

When he received the urn was empty, his whole body was about to collapse. He couldn't see the last side of Fu Anning during his lifetime. After Fu Anning's death, he also failed to give her a quiet environment.

Fu Yanci glanced at the gun in Zhang Lin's hand lightly, raised his brows, said nothing, lightly brought the steaming tea to the side coffee table, and took a sip of the steaming tea. After a while, he said slowly:

"Lu Baicheng, after all, I underestimated you, and I have been planning for years for revenge."

"I heard that you even used your own daughter?"

Thinking of Tangli, that face that resembled Fu Anning's almost half, Fu Yanci looked at Zhang Lin with sarcasm in his eyes: "Does she know that you planned Tang Ruonian's car accident?"

After Fu Yanci finished asking, he nodded to himself: "I should know, after all, you brought people here."

"What a big calculation."

Fu Yanci's tone was full of sarcasm, and his dark eyes looked like he was watching a show. Zhang Lin's hand holding the pistol tightened, as if he would pull the trigger in the next second.

Fu Yanci did not panic, sipped his tea and continued: "I have been planning for many years for today, so why hesitate, hold it back, after all, my daughter is gone, and at this point, I can't justify not doing anything."

"However, Tang Ruonian was wronged too. He was not the one who told me that you wanted to take An Ning away."

Zhang Lin's expression moved.

Fu Yanci smiled, like a poisonous snake spitting out apricots,

"It's Xu Qiu, Tang Ruonian's wife. You've seen her, but it's okay, anyway, she also went crazy after the car accident, and now life is worse than death."

Zhang Lin stared at the man in front of him for decades, breathed heavily, closed his eyes, opened them again,

"What happened to Tang Ruonian, I will go down and make amends to him personally."

"but you,"

Zhang Lin took a step forward and aimed the cold muzzle directly at his forehead,

"You think you can get out?" Zhang Lin said heavily, "I'm asking you one last time, where are Fu Anning's ashes?"

The teacup in his hand didn't move at all, Fu Yanci sipped the tea and smiled, "Want to know?"

Zhang Lin didn't speak, but looked at Fu Yanci with a cold expression.

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On the other side, Lu Jinyuan was leading the way, and Fu Zechen followed behind him. The two came to the small building behind the castle. There were bodyguards guarding the door. When they saw Lu Jinyuan, they immediately said, "Master!"

"You are not needed here, go out first."

The bodyguard had no doubts about Lu Jinyuan's words, and left soon after.

Lu Jinyuan glanced at Fu Zechen, and said lightly: "Let's go, Lili is upstairs."

Lu Jinyuan took Fu Zechen to the innermost room on the second floor. The door opened. Tangli sat on the bed. Hearing the movement, she glanced at the door with a calm expression. When she saw Fu Zechen behind Lu Jinyuan, her pupils shrank slightly. Immediately got up from the bed: "Fu Zechen?!"

Tangli's cold face instantly became pleasantly surprised. She walked up to Fu Zechen and looked him up and down: "Why are you here? Are you injured?"

Fu Zechen shook his head, hugged Tangli into his arms, and buried his head on her neck, his heart finally settled down.

He closed his eyes, lowered his eyes to sniff the sweet fragrance in his nose, and said in a calm tone: "I'm fine, Tangli, I'm here to take you home."

Lu Jinyuan, who was standing at the door, looked at the two of them with a faint emotion in his eyes. He couldn't see what he was thinking, so he just smiled, turned and left.

The two hugged for a long time before sending them off. Fu Zechen took Tangli's hand and looked at her seriously: "I'll take you away."

"it is good."

Fu Zechen took Tangli downstairs. Lu Jinyuan stood at the door, leaning against the wall with a cane. Hearing the movement, his eyes fell on the two of them, and he said calmly, "Leave?"

Tangli looked at Lu Jinyuan with a complicated expression.

The moment she knew the truth, Tangli was angry, feeling absurdly cheated, but at this moment, seeing Lu Jinyuan's pale face and the gentle smile on her face as always, Tangli couldn't help but He admitted that Lu Jinyuan's kindness to her was also true, even if it was good, it might be mixed with other things.

She looked at Lu Jinyuan and didn't speak for a long time.

Lu Jinyuan looked at Tangli with gentle eyes as always: "Don't forget that you are not alone now, take good care of yourself."

Tangli nodded, but still didn't say anything.

Fu Zechen led her away.

Fu Zechen brought Tangli back to the manor, Fu Yangxue came down from the stairs, saw the two people who came back, and immediately rushed over: "Brother, sister-in-law, you are back!"

"Sister-in-law, where have you been these two days? I haven't seen you!"

Tangli smiled lightly, feeling a little tired, she just said casually: "I'm fine."

"Lili needs to rest now, don't bother her."

"Understood," Fu Yangxue pouted, and sat obediently on the side.

Fu Zechen took Tangli upstairs, stared at her and said seriously: "You have a good rest, I will come back to accompany you after I finish my work."

Tangli nodded, and before leaving, Tangli subconsciously reached out and grabbed Fu Zechen's wrist.

The tentacles were made of cold beads, Tangli looked up at Fu Zechen, Wu Run's eyes were clear, she pursed her lips, and called his name: "Fu Zechen..."

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes and looked at Tangli's hand, which was held by his knuckle fingers, with a calm tone and serious expression: "Leave it to me."

Tangli met his gaze, let go of her hand, and nodded trustingly: "I'll wait for you to come back and tell you some good news."

Fu Zechen stroked her hair, his black eyes were gentle and patient, "Okay."

Fu Zechen left the room, the door closed again, his expression turned cold instantly, he came to the innermost room, opened the door and walked in.

A huge oil painting appeared in Fu Zechen's line of sight. He looked at the painting with deep eyes, and finally dialed a phone lightly. Not long after, four people appeared behind Fu Zechen and moved the oil painting away. .