Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Fang Fei turned around and saw Chen Pingjin standing behind her with his hands in his pockets.

"Doctor Chen...Brother Chen," Fang Fei turned and walked closer to Chen Pingjin, "Why are you here?"

Chen Pingjin pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I have a day off today, so I came over to see my aunt."

"You're interested, but I'm really sorry. I have something to do today, so I came back at this hour, and I haven't been able to entertain you well."

Chen Pingjin looked at Fang Fei.

He hadn't seen her for almost half a month, and she seemed more beautiful than before. But when he thought about the last time Yang Shilin called him when she stayed out at night and couldn't be contacted, he guessed that she was with the Bentley man again. .

Knowing that he was not even a spare tire, he deliberately did not contact Fang Fei these days, but tonight after dinner, he took a walk and walked downstairs, thinking that he had already come, so he went up to take a look. .

As a result, she was not at home, and the family even hired a top-notch nanny who was very rare in the market. It seemed that the Bentley man also paid for it.

He decided to give in.

He has wasted seven years on someone who doesn't like him, and now at the age of thirty, he doesn't have much passion and time left to waste.

Chen Pingjin felt a lot calmer after thinking this. He smiled at Fang Fei and said, "It's okay, go up and have a rest."

Fang Fei waved goodbye to him and trotted to open the door. When she took out the key, something fell from her pocket.

Just when Chen Pingjin was about to call her, she had already ran into the elevator. He picked it up and glanced at it, and saw the purchase record of the pregnancy test stick on the drug purchase receipt.

Purchased ten minutes ago.

Chen Pingjin was stunned for a while, and finally crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the trash can next to it, and left on foot.

When Chen Pingjin walked away, a man in black quickly got out of the car, rummaged through the trash can, found the receipt, and confirmed that the words inside were still clearly visible, then returned to the car and left quickly.

In Qinyuan, the lights are brightly lit.

Qiao Shan did not find out the identity of the person who secretly photographed.

The person who took the photo seemed to be wearing a human skin mask, and the car was also a fake car. According to the route tracking of the car after it left Qinyuan, we only learned that the car finally disappeared on an unmonitored road section at a suburban intersection, and then disappeared.

Fu Jingchuan was naturally dissatisfied with this answer. He felt uneasy unless he found out the other party, so he asked Qiao Shan to search nearby towns and villages to find the person or car.

Not long after Qiao Shan took the order and left, Dai Hongyi was also preparing to take Zhou Weiwei away and asked Fu Jingchuan if he wanted to go to Juese for a few drinks.

Fu Jingchuan waved his hand: "Go back and rest quickly. If you are idle, you can sleep tomorrow, but Zhou Weiwei has to go to work tomorrow."

After everyone left, Fu Jingchuan sat alone on the sofa in the living room for a long time. Aunt Juan was a light sleeper and couldn't hear Fu Jingchuan's footsteps going upstairs. She was worried and came out to take a look.

Seeing Fu Jingchuan sitting on the sofa rubbing his temples, he asked him if he had a headache.

"Kind of."

"Let me press it for you."

Fu Jingchuan's spleen and stomach were weak when he was a child, and he often had fever due to food accumulation. Aunt Juan sought out a set of massage techniques from traditional Chinese medicine, and slowly learned it on her own. As a result, Fu Jingchuan suffered from headaches and slow fever. Applying massage for a while always relieved him.

But after pressing the button for a long time tonight, there was still no improvement. Aunt Juan was worried that he had other things on his mind, so she asked him if he had not found out who was filming secretly.

"No," Fu Jingchuan said, "The other party obviously came prepared, and his level of rigor is not like the Fu family's style."

Aunt Juan pressed her hand on Fu Jingchuan's forehead and said, "Are you suspicious, are you from over there?"