Liu Han snorted coldly, Fu Zhen really didn't look like he was scared.
Does Fu Jianchen really don't care about this little son, or is he just playing a show now, hoping that he can relax his vigilance, and it's best to let Fu Zhen go directly after seeing that Fu Zhen is worthless.
Liu Han sneered in his heart, if Fu Jianchen really thought so, then he underestimated himself too much, even if they didn't get 80 million, they would definitely not make Fu Zhen feel better.
A night passed quickly in peace, but this peace was not a good thing for Fu Zhen and the brothers of the Liu family. If nothing happened, it meant that the Fu family didn't care whether Fu Zhen was really kidnapped or not.
The next morning, the warm morning light came in through the glass window on the east side of the tin house. There was a bruise on the corner of Fu's mouth, which was left on his face by Liu Han last night. He raised his head and looked out the window. , where there are dense brown bushes, stretching endlessly, the sun falls on it, and under the gray sky with haze, it seems to be covered with a layer of gold dust.
Fu Zhen watched for a long time, until Liu Han and Liu Wen entered the room again, he withdrew his gaze, lowered his head as if nothing had happened, and looked at the ground.
Liu Han walked up to Fu Zhen and kicked him on the calf. Fu Zhen raised his head. His face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale, and his face was almost bloodless. Liu Han cut , turned around and sat on the table, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.
Liu Wen leaned against the wall, and after playing with his phone for a while, he raised his head and asked his brother: "Have you contacted Fu Ting?"
"As far as the connection, these people are all black," Liu Han jumped down from the table and cursed, "I just saw Fu Ting on TV, this bastard is in the mood to open a release for his sister Yes, I don’t have time to save my own brother, so don’t count on him.”
"What press conference?" Liu Wen couldn't believe that Fu Ting was still in the mood to hold a press conference for Tang Wanwan at this time.
Liu Han sneered, "Didn't Tang Wanwan fall yesterday?"
"Just hold a press conference for this matter?"
Liu Han shook his head, but did not answer Liu Wen's question. He walked slowly in front of Fu Zhen, bent down, and asked, "What do you think about this matter?"
Fu Zhen hadn't drank water for a day or two. His lips were extremely dry and chapped. Hearing Liu Han's question, he raised his head, thought about it, and shook his head: "I don't have any opinion."
His voice is very soft, if you don't listen carefully, it is almost impossible to hear what he just said.
"Damn it!" Liu Han slapped Fu Zhen on the head.
Fu Zhen's head was knocked to one side, and it took a long time before he turned back slowly.
Liu Wen glanced at the entertainment news on his mobile phone. He didn't know why he was a little worried. He asked his brother, "They won't find out here?"
"So what if they find out? I hope they can find out," Liu Han said. If Fu Jianchen is willing to investigate this matter, at least it means that Fu Zhen still has some status in his heart. The most fearful thing is that he doesn't care at all. They just fetch water from a bamboo basket in vain.
Liu Wen was still worried, it was the first time he followed Liu Han to do this kind of thing, and he still had no confidence in his heart, Liu Han saw his worry, and sneered: "What are you afraid of, at worst we will die here together, now this What kind of life is there in the ghost days of hiding in Tibet!"
Liu Wen pursed his lips and said nothing. In fact, as long as he was with Liu Han, he could bear any kind of life, but since Liu Han chose to turn this road to darkness, he would not abandon him.
Another day passed, and there was still no news from Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting. All the phone numbers that the Liu brothers had dialed before were blocked by them. It can be seen that Fu Jianchen and the others really don't care about Fu Zhen's life or death.
Fu Zhen hadn't eaten for two days, his hair was disheveled, his face was gray, his eyes had no luster, and he was very ugly.
"Damn it, Fu Jianchen is such a hard-hearted old bastard," Liu Han came over and grabbed Fu Zhen's chin, forcing him to look up. Liu Han looked down at the fragile young man in front of him and asked him , "Are you really his biological son?"
Fu Zhen thought for a while, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Who knows?"
Liu Han had suppressed his huge anger in the past two days, but now he only felt that he was mocking himself when he heard Fu Zhen's words. The chair that got off kicked hard, the chair shook, and almost fell to the ground with Fu Zhen.
He raised his fist and threw it at Fu Zhen's face. Fu Zhen was tied to the chair and had no way to avoid it. He let out a muffled groan, and a ray of bright red soon leaked from the corner of Wuqing's mouth. His face was pale and shocking.
Liu Han was vicious, and his fists hit the tables and chairs, making bang bang noises. Liu Wen was also frightened by Liu Han's aura. He was afraid that Liu Han would kill Fu Zhen just like that, so he hurried forward to hold Liu Han: "Forget it, brother, calm down, we can't make money, let's think of other ways, don't beat people to death."
Liu Han withdrew his hand out of breath, and glared at Fu Zhen. He would definitely not be able to send Fu Zhen back so painlessly, and he didn't want to kill people in front of Liu Wen. Liu Han's brain As soon as he moved, he said to Liu Wen, "Let's go!"
"Just leave like this?" Liu Wen couldn't accept the big contrast between his brother and his brother for a while.
"If you don't go, you stay here with him?"
Liu Wen was silent, and walked out of the iron house with Liu Han. Fu Zhen was a little unconscious from Liu Han's punch just now. Christians who are suffering.
When Liu Han walked to the door, he stopped suddenly. He took out his mobile phone and turned around to take a photo of Fu Zhen, and then sent the photo to Fu Jianchen's mobile phone. As for when Fu Jianchen will see this photo, It has nothing to do with him what kind of expression he will use.
Fu Zhen will stay here forever. Whether he can survive depends on whether Fu Jianchen and the others are willing to rescue him.
He won't kill people. If Fu Zhen really died, then he also died in the indifference of Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting.
Liu Han chuckled, and drove Liu Wen out of the woods.
The sky outside gradually darkened, and the sun had already set on the top of the mountain in the west. Liu Han and the others never appeared in front of Fu Zhen again.
This is the fourth day since Fu Zhen was kidnapped. He hasn't touched a drop of water or eaten a single grain of rice during this time. He feels hypoxic and his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. Now he just wants to close his eyes and have a good sleep. He couldn't sleep, but he also knew that he couldn't sleep, and he might never wake up from this sleep.
Fu Zhen understood Liu Han's intention. He just wanted to trap himself here. He had no relatives and no reason. Even if he disappeared, no one would come to him. He just didn't know how long it would be before his bones were found.
If he had known this difficulty, he should have written a will in advance and left all his little savings to Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen sighed silently, he was really tired, his mind was in chaos, and there were only a few vague figures in it, but was soon engulfed by the white mist, his eyelids gradually drooped, and he fell into darkness.
…
Fu Zhen was awakened by a loud knock on the door. He didn't know how long he had slept just now. He lifted his heavy eyelids and looked in the direction of the door. Liu Han has the key to this iron house, so outside should be It couldn't be him, Fu Zhen opened his mouth to ask for help, but his voice was too low, like a mosquito.
Fu Zhen bit his lip hard to make himself more awake, he opened his mouth and let out a hysterical ah, the volume was still not loud, like a trapped animal in the empty iron house.
But fortunately, the people outside never gave up. The iron door finally fell down with a bang, and a tall figure stood at the door. The moonlight was like water, pouring on him, and behind him was the bright starlight all over the place.
The breeze blows slowly, and the ice and snow in winter turn into flowers all over the place, competing to bloom.
Fu Zhen thought he was hallucinating.
That is…
Jiang Hengshu.
"You... why are you here?" Fu Zhen's voice was very hoarse, his throat was tearing when he spoke, accompanied by labor pain, his voice was too small and too small, I don't know if Jiang Hengshu could hear it.
Jiang Hengshu walked towards Fu Zhen in silence, squatted down in front of Fu Zhen, and then untied the rope on Fu Zhen's body.
Fu Zhen stared blankly at everything in front of him. He seemed to be dreaming. He was afraid that when he woke up again, the Jiang Hengshu in front of him would disappear. He didn't know what he could do to keep him.
Tears were like beads falling off a string, rolling down from his eyes one after another, and dripping on the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand. Jiang Hengshu seemed to feel something, raised his head, and met Fu Zhen's eyes.
Jiang Hengshu seemed to sigh lightly. He raised his hand to carefully wipe off the tears on Fu Zhen's face, stood up and said to him, "Let's go."
Fu Zhen hummed in a low voice, but he had injuries on his legs. He was frozen in the iron house for the past two days and could not walk at all. Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu, his eyes were covered with a layer of water, and he looked It looked very pitiful.
"Can't go?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
Fu Zhen nodded.
"I'll carry you on my back." Jiang Hengshu turned his back to Fu Zhen and squatted down in front of him.
The back in front of him was wide and warm. Fu Zhen lay on it, his head resting on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder, his eyelids drooped quickly, and he began to feel sleepy.
Jiang Hengshu took out a small bottle of mints from his pocket and handed them to Fu Zhen: "Don't sleep, you eat a piece of candy first."
He walked out of the blue tin house with Fu Zhen on his back, and his car was on a small road not far away.
Under the cold moonlight, the shadows of Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen are intertwined, like a twin tree born from ancient times, inseparable.
The evening wind blew the branches and made rustling noises. Fu Zhen felt better after eating the candy. He couldn't help calling Jiang Hengshu: "Jiang Hengshu?"
Jiang Hengshu hummed and said nothing else.
"Jiang Hengshu..."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
Fu Zhen tightened his arms around Jiang Hengshu slightly, and his breath hit Jiang Hengshu's neck.
Moonlit night, dead pine, hut... everything is so beautiful, like a dream. There was something in his heart that he wanted to tell him.
I like you…
But in the end, what Fu Zhen said was not this sentence.
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight," he said.
The author has something to say: I originally wanted to contact the editor to remove the label of the sweet article, but the editor said that the label can only be changed if the article is not on the list. I am very sorry for the little cuties who clicked in because of the sweet article. It is probably my understanding of the sweet article. There is a little deviation. I thought that there was no misunderstanding in Gongshou's feelings before, and the later development was relatively sweet. It should be regarded as a sweet article, but it seems that the cuties are not acceptable.
I'm sorry again, but I promise with my manuscript box that the post-production is really sweet.