Xie Yu tilted his head and smiled, lowered his head and wrote on the paper:
[It doesn't seem to work, if I don't go back for a long time, my adoptive father will be upset.]
When Fu Sheng saw the words on the paper, his eyes flickered slightly.
foster father
Xie Yu held the pen and looked at him, still smiling.
Fu Sheng raised his eyes to look at him, and the boy frowned again when he saw him looking at him.
He is really good looking.
He could really be regarded as the best-looking person Fu Sheng had seen over the years.
Not only is it beautiful, but it is also very clean.
Those eyes are so clean.
It is so clean that some people dare not look directly at it.
Such a person, who would believe that he is the murderous general Xie Yu.
No one will believe it.
Including Fu Sheng.
Fu Sheng has always been a suspicious person. He seems to be nice to everyone, but in fact he is very wary of everyone, including those around him.
[Why don't you speak?]
Seeing that he just looked at him and didn't speak, the boy narrowed his eyes and smiled, then lowered his head and wrote on the paper. After finishing writing, he stretched out his finger to poke him, and pushed the paper in front of him.
Fu Sheng looked at the paper that was pushed over and smiled. He picked up the paper and looked at it carefully. The font is majestic and majestic, which is completely different from his clean and clean boy.
He can't understand this person.
Fu Sheng has met many, many people, but there has never been a single person like the one in front of him.
You can't see through him at all, not at all.
[What's wrong, talk, are you the same as me? ] Seeing that he was staring at the piece of paper, the young man tilted his head to look at him curiously, then lowered his head and took out a piece of paper, and wrote.
"Yeah." Fu Sheng glanced at what he wrote again, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, "You said, your adoptive father asked you to kill me?"
"Why." He put down his hand, met the young man's clean eyes, and asked.
After asking, Fu Sheng felt a little funny.
For a moment, I actually believed him.
After hearing this question, the boy seemed to have thought of something bad, frowned slightly, bit his lip while holding the pen, and paused.
Fu Sheng looked down at him, just in time to see his drooping eyelashes one by one.
His eyelashes are long and curled, like butterfly wings.
I really want to touch it.
[Ding—Fu Sheng's favorability degree +5, current total favorability degree: 15.]
Xie Yu finally moved, he stopped smiling, his face was not very pretty, but that face was still unbelievably beautiful.
He lowered his head and wrote, his movements were much slower than before.
Fu Sheng sat across from him and looked at him, motionless.
Finally, the boy stopped and handed over the paper.
[The adoptive father wanted Li Zhou, so he wanted to kill you.]
Black and white, clear.
The subordinates beside Fu Sheng also saw it.
They are not surprised.
Lizhou is a big piece of fat, and the monarch of Lizhou is not very decent. Everyone wants Lizhou, and they have known it for a long time.
However, this is the first time someone has directly stated this matter in this way.
They looked at Xie Yu with complicated expressions.
Do children still need to know so much about playing house now? It is really not easy to know even state affairs.
Xie Yu held the pen with a timid expression on his face, as if he was worried about something.
Ever since he handed the paper to Fu Sheng, he has been watching him carefully, as if he was afraid that he would get angry.
Fu Sheng looked at him with some amusement, "Then why didn't you obey your adoptive father and kill me?"