After the former actor was forced to open for business

It was agreed with Fan Dazheng at [-]:[-] noon. Although the police had been entrusted to help with this matter, Fan Yue still had to come forward in person to divert the suspect's attention.

The European branch of Xia Corporation has just hired a new consultant. There is an urgent meeting to be held at noon.

"You can move here tonight." Mr. Xia didn't forget to call his boyfriend despite his busy schedule.

Fan Yue couldn't help laughing, "So anxious?"

"Well, it's urgent." Someone's extremely serious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Fan Yue knew that Xia Jincheng was trying to remind him to protect himself in a different way, and also wanted to ensure his safety in time. He couldn't help but feel warm at the moment, but he still couldn't restrain his desire to tease that person.

"In case I can't come back, you can sign a new one." He said in a calm voice.

Hearing the suddenly sad tone of the person on the phone, Mr. Xia paused for a moment at the tip of his pen while signing, and signed "Xia Jincheng" with only one Xia character.

After a second of silence on the other end of the phone, Fan Yue heard Xia Jincheng's cold voice ringing in his ears: "If you can't come back, I don't mind letting him be buried with you."

Good guy, this is something Mr. Xia can really do. Fan Yue hurriedly said: "Farewell, murder is against the law. Mr. Xia is still so young, I can't let you go astray for me."

"En." The man snorted lightly, "It's good to know."

In fact, both of them know that this is a joke, and they both know which of the other's words is true and which is nonsense.

It is precisely because of this that Fan Yue is more determined to think in his heart.

He wants to "get back to life", wants to live frankly again, for himself, for Xia Jincheng, and for the hard-won love of the two of them.

Xia Jincheng was busy preparing for the meeting, and Fan Yue was also communicating with the staff of the police station. The two hung up the phone after talking for a few words, but their hearts were also at ease.

Seeing that it was already past 11:30, Fan Yue boarded a taxi disguised as a driver by a policeman, and rushed to the outskirts of the city with the money bag in his hand.

A van followed far behind the taxi, and several plainclothes policemen sat in it, keeping in touch with each other all the time.

The car drove smoothly, but Fan Yue's heart gradually became suspended.

Although he and Fan Dazheng are father and son, Fan Dazheng has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for so many years. The shadow left by this person in his heart is no less than that of his mother's death.

If possible, he hopes that he has nothing to do with this scum!

The taxi stopped not far from the old housing area. The driver glanced at him from the rearview mirror and reminded him in a low voice: "Keep in touch at any time."

"Okay." Fan Yue opened the door and got out of the car.

There are few people around here. Although there are piles of wild grass, there is a thick layer of snow on the ground now, footprints are easy to be found, and suspicious vehicles are too obvious, so the police came two hours in advance and arranged for people to lie in ambush. Camouflage nearby, ready to arrest Fan Dazheng at any time.

The snow was thick, and Fan Yue walked to the door of the old house with difficulty.

He glanced down at the time displayed on the phone, 11:59, there is 1 minute left.

"Quite on time." Fan Dazheng's hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Fan Yue's hand holding the purse suddenly tightened, turning around and looking at the man.

"You're also on time."

"Heh." Fan Dazheng sneered, his eyes lingering on Fan Yue's purse.He pointed with his chin, "How much did you take?"

Fan Yue simply put the money on the ground and took out a card from his pocket, "One hundred thousand is not enough, there is another card."

It's just that Fan Dazheng subconsciously took half a step back after being frightened by his action of digging out his pocket, looked at him vigilantly, and drew a pocket knife out of his cuff, "Boy, did you call the police?"

The police ambushing nearby were ready to act, Fan Yue frowned at the man, "You have been threatening me for so many years, have you ever seen me call the police?" He said without giving Fan Dazheng a chance to think, and took the initiative to open the money bag and let him come over check.

Seeing the bright red banknotes, Fan Dazheng's eyes straightened, he didn't care whether the police were police or not, he thought that Fan Yue didn't have the guts to—

The cold muzzle of the gun hit his back suddenly, and the sound of a bullet being loaded came from behind him, "Don't move, policeman."

During the whole meeting, Xia Jincheng kept checking the time. Seeing that it was past twelve o'clock, he was a little absent-minded.

"Mr. Xia, are you listening?" There was such a sentence in not-so-fluent Chinese from the other end of the phone.

Xia Jincheng frowned, "Well, you continue."

This state was maintained until the end of the meeting. Fu Zhihua handed him the tablet, "Mr. Xia, this is the summary of the meeting. Do you think it should be handled as usual?"

Xia Jincheng glanced at the content listed above, pointed out two mistakes, and said calmly: "The rest will be dealt with as usual."

"Okay." Assistant Fu agreed, and switched the tablet to the interface for contacting the police, "Mr. Xia, the police have successfully arrested Fan Dazheng."

Mr. Xia couldn't let go of his hanging heart, and asked him, "Where's Fan Yue?"

Fu Zhihua obviously paused, "Fan Yue... seems to be injured."

"Where is the person?" The temperature in the conference room seemed to drop suddenly, Xia Jin's expression was cold, and the pen in his hand was tightly clenched.

"At the police station now."

Without saying a word, he stood up and went straight out of the meeting room, aggressively.

If a person is injured, he should be sent to the hospital in time. What's the matter with going to the police station first?What's more, it should be considered their mistake to perform the mission and injure the masses.

These people really made him very unhappy.

While he was cursing people in his heart, Fu Zhihua had already called the driver and dealt with the matter that Xia Jincheng had just arranged.

When the two of them left the gate of the office building, they saw a car parked at the gate.

Mr. Xia got into the car, slammed the door hard, and said in a cold voice, "Go to the police station."

……

When Fan Yue came out of the interrogation room, he saw someone approaching aggressively, as if he was going to demolish the place.

"Where is the injury, go to the hospital with me now." Xia Jincheng held his hand without any explanation, turned around and was about to leave.

Before Fan Yue could react, he was already being dragged away for a long time, and hurriedly grabbed him, with a confused expression on his face, "What are you doing?"

Mr. Xia's face was gloomy, and he asked him patiently, "You're hurt, aren't you?"

Fan Yue was stunned for a moment, and only then did he understand why the man had just dragged him and walked out.

He couldn't help laughing at this moment, and showed him the other hand that he had put on the Band-Aid, "If Mr. Xia thinks this counts."

Xia Jincheng's eyes fell on the two pieces of Band-Aids that were stuck side by side, and his brows could not help but tightened, "What do you mean?"

When he asked this question, he looked at Fu Zhihua who was on the side, only to see Assistant Fu dodge his eyes and cough twice.

"Come on, stop making trouble." Fan Yue withdrew his hand, "If you really take me to the hospital, the doctor will probably say 'I came in time' when he saw me."

Xia Jincheng looked at him, not knowing why.

Fan Yue bumped his arm with a smile, "The wound will be healed any later!"