When gentleness is worn into the ancient dog blood crematorium

Chi Baiwan was startled for a moment, and then his whole body seemed to be soaked in red ink.

If it was the same as before, in order to please Fu Sihan, he would put on an obedient and docile appearance all night long, and use his body to gently accommodate him.

Now his only thought is - hide in the water, don't want to face it.

Chi Baiwan buried his head in the water, bubbling and bubbling, hugging his knees, he wished he could just drown here, it's too embarrassing.

After holding back for a long time, Chi Baiwan finally surfaced, listlessly covering his red face. It's been so long, it's still hard to be tortured by Fu Sihan.

It took him a long time to get ready to go out and face Fu Sihan.

A while later, Chi Baiwan came out of the bathroom, and saw Fu Sihan sitting in front of the computer at the desk, reading emails, lighting a cigarette, his cheeks flickered in the smoke, like a classical and handsome sculpture, the three-dimensional facial features showed his This face is extremely precious.

He was holding his head with one hand, with a very serious expression, Chi Baiwan wanted to hide quietly to the side, so as not to attract his attention, but Fu Sihan's cell phone rang, and it was on the cabinet closest to him.

Chi Baiwan had no choice but to hand the phone slowly to Fu Sihan, lowering his head, unwilling to look at him.

Fu Sihan picked it up, lowered his eyes to answer the phone, put out the smoke with the other hand, directly grabbed his waist, forced him to sit on his lap, glanced at him, gently raised his hand, and rubbed his knuckles. Touching his soft cheek that had been steamed with water vapor, blocked Chi Baiwan's exclamation in his throat.

Fu Sihan said lightly, "Well, tell me."

Chi Baiwan felt his hand slipping down again, and while pulling off his bathrobe, he explained his work to the phone, "I've said hello to the land on Linshan Road, you can go directly to the court to take pictures."

Chi Baiwan held back his silence, and glanced at the French email that Fu Sihan was browsing. He only typed half of the reply, and the complicated letters seemed to be dancing, and he couldn't understand it no matter how he read it.

Chi Baiwan carefully moved away from the keyboard, for fear that the words he had typed would be lost.

Fu Sihan didn't want to spare him, so he quickly explained a few words, the words were very sharp, Chi Baiwan was listening, and the person on the other side of the phone was very grateful and thanked him again and again.

It took Fu Sihan a while to hang up the phone, put the phone aside, and patted his buttocks gently, "Are you willing to come out?"

Seeing that he saw through his mind at night, Chi Bai shook his head, "No."

Fu Sihan could see his true thoughts from anyone's face.

Chi Baiwan was obviously angry just now and wanted to hide from him.

But Fu Sihan didn't care, Chi Baiwan would always adjust it himself.

But Chi Baiwan sat on him without saying a word, his clear peach eyes were like a frightened deer, if you look carefully, you can see his fingertips are trembling.

But his calm demeanor is really attractive, his arms are so thin, his skin is so white, and his lips are so red.

He is his own Chi Baiwan.

Fu Sihan thought about his tenderness to himself, and still lowered his voice, "We won't go home tonight, we will stay on the yacht for two days, I'll ask Ye Jian to prepare new clothes, this time I don't care about you That's right, but next time, don't struggle so hard, just say it if you don't like it, I never forced you in this regard."

Chi Baiwan swallowed his saliva, nodded, and kissed the corner of his mouth, with a kind of careful tenderness on his beautiful cheek, "I see, I just woke up and didn't realize it, in the future... no It's..."

Fu Sihan frowned, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Why are you crying? I didn't scold you. Go get dressed first, and put on more clothes when you go to the beach. If you have a fever, you can go back to the hospital."

Chi Baiwan blinked his eyes, his slender eyelashes looked oily and thick, "I don't want to have a fever."

He still remembered the last time he planted a whole yard of new roses at home. Because the delicate roses were afraid of severe drought, Chi Bai went to water the flowers in the sun in the evening. After returning, he had a heatstroke and a fever.

Sick people are always very fragile. Chi Baiwan was burned in a daze, lying on Fu Sihan's body and crying innocently. It was the first time he tried to get Fu Sihan to comfort him.

In the end, Fu Sihan reprimanded him expressionlessly, and made it clear that he didn't like his tears, and if he cried again, he would go out to bask in the sun.

Chi Baiwan choked back and didn't cry any more. Immediately afterwards, Fu Sihan left Chi Baiwan involuntarily, and personally checked how many degrees his body temperature had risen after heatstroke.

The scene at that time was unforgettable. He was holding a thermometer, and only his top was left in his white pajamas. He walked through the swaying small window and saw the roses in the yard, which looked beautiful and gorgeous in the careful arrangement.

Because of Fu Sihan's personal preference, the Rose Garden invited a famous garden designer to design it. Although the flower garden is small, the design is exquisite and full of style. Fu's father even personally wrote four big characters - "Unswerving determination", It is placed under the window of Xiaoxuan, facing the rose garden.

Fu Sihan just looked at Chi Baiwan and the roses. In his eyes, roses, like Chi Baiwan, were beautiful and useless things.

Later Chi Baiwan seldom cried, and he also knew that Fu Sihan didn't like others crying in front of him, he was a dictator who didn't like being soft and hard, and hated tears.

Chi Baiwan didn't want to cry his eyes red today. He wanted to say that no one wanted to lose face in such an occasion, but he was afraid that Fu Sihan would laugh at him if he said it. He might say that no matter what the occasion was, it had nothing to do with him, so Chi Bai Wan bluntly held back the tears.

"Be good if you don't want to have a fever."

Fu Sihan pulled him to the one-way glass, and turned on the light in front of the window, "I recognize the person myself, and I have taken care of the relationship between them. When I get off the yacht, I can only accompany me. Don't say or do wrong things. .”

Chi Baiwan let out a "huh" and looked seriously at the ant-sized person below.

Fu Sihan himself sat back in front of the computer and replied to the French email.

The keyboard crackled, and at the same time, Fu Sihan's phone kept ringing, and Fu Sihan answered every one of them. Chi Baiwan could tell that Fu Sihan spoke to three or four people in at least two languages.

There was another call. Fu Sihan glanced at the screen, but he didn't answer it first, but told Chi Baiwan: "Don't look at it yet, come here and press it for me."

"Okay." Chi Baiwan took a breath, walked over docilely, pressed his fingers on both sides of his forehead, and massaged clockwise, not lightly but not heavily.

Fu Sihan answered the phone: "Dad."

"..."

"I'm not going home for dinner tonight, I don't have time."

Fu Song's tone on the other end of the phone was calm, but the majesty was enough to suffocate: "If you don't go home, then I'll go find you. Is it the Hong Kong Yacht Party? Tonight, I hope to see your Uncle Huo's son Huo Jue chatted happily with you. If I couldn’t, I would be very disappointed. Since you returned to China five years ago, our relationship with the Huo family has never been so tense. Now I don’t know what to say when I meet old Huo Yi. You Huo Jue is still an alumnus who studied together, what is it for now? Ling Luo?"

Fu Sihan's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers tapped the table slowly, leaving an aftertaste of the relieved headache in his expression.

"I will not marry a man for petty profit."

"It's impossible for me to marry any man or woman. It's troublesome and boring."

When Chi Baiwan heard this sentence, he lowered his eyes. Although he had expected it, he was still a little sad.

From the beginning to the end, he was the only one who truly loved.

Chi Baiwan sat behind him, watched him tilt his head back, and closed his eyes: "It's just that the two of them have done too much. The strength of the Ling family's business is comparable to that of Zhengqing, and the means of seizing the market are very simple. Low-level, like children fighting, but still making a lot of money. Ling Wan wants to win over the Huo family and use the gray power of the Huo family to expand his business territory. First marry his son, and then give him a mansion. I can do it It is to suppress Huo Jue's money laundering business on the bright side, so as to clean up the Luo family together, I have no idea about the rest."

Fu Song was silent on the other end of the phone for a while, thinking again and again, "Son, you have never worried me since you were a child, this time is different, I heard that in order to cut off Huo Jue's money laundering channel, you went to some Unsightly means?"

Fu Sihan didn't intend to hide it, and responded coldly.

He didn't say it clearly, but Chi Baiwan knew about it.

There are many properties under the name of the Fu family, most of which are in the hands of Fu Sihan. One industry involves the entertainment industry, which he took over from Fu Song. The main purpose is to expand his social influence and invest in some big directors along the way. s work.

Unfortunately, the Huo family also has a lot of property. Huo Jue also has a small film company under his name, laundering big money in the name of making low-cost movies.

Originally, what Huo Jue did had nothing to do with Fu Sihan, and Fu Sihan didn't expect the entertainment company to make money, but Huo Jue obviously took every industry seriously, and greatly poached Fu Sihan's actor Miao Zi, which touched his heart. Fu Sihan's bad luck.

Fu Sihan's personality is fundamentally different from Huo Jue's. If Huo Jue is a wealthy second generation who likes to use conventional methods, then Fu Sihan is a genius who frequently uses strange tricks and acts boldly. restrain.

This point is often criticized by the upper class, but no one does not admire his courage and courage, and no one can ignore his easy access to victory every time.

Chi Baiwan didn't know exactly how Fu Sihan did it, but he remembered that on the night when the rainstorm was the heaviest, the popular little flowers in Huo Jue's company begged Fu Sihan not to cut off their way of life, but Fu Sihan didn't even look at them With one glance, he went to Chi Baiwan wholeheartedly, and used his cry to drown out the sound of the rain and the cries of the little flowers.

The next day, the hot searches were all about Huo Jue's actors. Huo Jue's direct loss was not less than tens of billions. He rushed to the gate of Zhengqing to find Fu Sihan's theory, but was stopped by security for a whole day.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Song breathed heavily, "Si Han, now almost everyone in the circle knows about the conflict between you and Huo Jue, and the evaluation of you is very polarized. Those who appreciate you appreciate it, and those who slander you are very bad. Ling The Huo family just got married, and you put them together at the same time. The happy event almost turned into a funeral, and Mrs. Ling almost jumped off her white tower. The Ling family will never swallow their anger, and this face must be regained tonight."

"I don't know if you are clear. The Ling family is more ruthless than us. Ling Wan once adopted the son of his comrade-in-arms. He was kicked out of the house by him later. His life and death are unknown. He should be 23 years old now—speaking of which, if you Look for him if you want, maybe he is still alive."

Fu Sihan let out a heavy breath, pushed Chi Baiwan's hand away, and opened his eyes sharply: "Dad, do you still want to take care of this kind of business?"

Fu Song obviously inherited the excellent family style of the Fu family. He is upright and meticulous: "The child's parents are lying in the martyr's cemetery. His father has met me a few times. He is a good person and can be regarded as my confidant. , you can rest assured about this matter, don't take it seriously, I will go to Hong Kong to see you tonight, remember what I said."

Fu Song hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. Fu Sihan endured it, and put the phone on the table with a snap, the sternness in his brows and eyes ready to come out, and he did not speak with a gloomy expression.

Chi Baiwan sighed in his heart, knowing that at this moment, he should say something, just like before.

He pulled the stool over, sat next to Fu Sihan, took his hand, and comforted him with a gentle tone: "It's not that bad, uncle is on your side, I think he treats you more than being harsh. It is a kind of expectation, I hope you can get closer to perfection every time."

I don't know why, maybe it's an illusion, or maybe it's because Chi Baiwan is too fair. Under the blue light of the computer, there is still a moving red in the corner of his eyes, which looks extraordinarily gorgeous, against the water-like gentle eyes. eye.

He was saying some nice words to comfort Fu Sihan.

But Fu Sihan never liked to listen to comfort.

Fu Sihan looked at him gravely: "Stand up."