Because He Yan and Xuan Qi did not intend to cover up their whereabouts when they moved, so after some investigation, Fu Chenhua easily knew the new address of his "target".
Standing in front of the brand new gate, he hesitated for a long time, his mind kept flashing the description of the aunt in the rental area that day, and he reached out and rang the doorbell with complicated emotions.
... He really couldn't convince himself to associate the vigorous word "youth" with that person.
That person's age can be traced back to the time when the world was born and the prehistoric and hazy period. It is no exaggeration to say that there is no second person who is older than the director of the Ghost Prison in the entire metaphysical world. Even Hades is a little smaller than him.
This time, the owner of the house was at home, and after half a minute, the door was pulled open from the inside.
Fu Chenhua raised his head, and met the man's dark eyes.
After seeing the man's attire clearly, his mind went blank, and a fear welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help taking a step back.
The man's attire completely overturned the impression left on him that day. The upper body was wearing a dark coffee-colored V-neck shirt, revealing the collarbone and a small piece of chest. A pair of straight long legs were loosely wrapped in casual pants of the same color. , the whole person looks lazy and casual.
There are even slippers on the feet!
If he hadn't known the true identity of this person early on, he might have felt the same as that aunt...
The director of the Ghost Prison looks younger than a real young man in this attire!
And the Director of the Ghost Prison Department, who was being crazily complained about in his heart, acted very calmly, his indifferent eyes that did not contain the slightest emotion swept over him, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was always cold, with a hint of slight Impatient: "What's the matter?"
As the final sound of these two words fell, a faint coercion permeated from him, covering a small area in front of him with extreme restraint, ensuring that except for Fu Chenhua, no one in this building would will be affected.
He was pulling the young man to roll the sofa just now—the sofa he chose is really good, not only soft, but also has a small mechanism button on the side, the back of the sofa can be completely flat, and it is not at all comfortable for two grown men to hug and roll around on it question.
Seeing that the preparations were all done, and it was only a few seconds before they could get to the point, the young man was startled by the movement of this man going upstairs and pushed him away. Even though his own state was also on the verge of release, he refused to do anything. Go on with him again!
This made him very unhappy.
Of course, the target is naturally right, the wrong one can only be the person in front of them who doesn't have long eyes to disturb them!
After feeling the cold coercion from the man, Fu Chenhua suddenly recovered from his astonishment.
Although the Director of the Ghost Prison is dressed very...youngly today, his strength will not regress along with the casualness of his clothes, but the faint coercion leaked out just a little bit oppresses him so hard that he can't breathe. The invisible pressure fell on him like a lead weight, and he had to use all his strength to ensure that his back would not be bent.
This silent confrontation, more precisely, the man's unilateral oppression, did not know how long it lasted, and it ended abruptly with a clear voice of inquiry from inside the room.
The pressure disappeared in an instant, and he was caught off guard just like when he came. Fu Chenhua's body was too tense, and he took a step back unsteadily, before he managed to stabilize his figure.
A slightly shorter figure poked his head out from behind the man.
It was a very delicate face, with a harmless appearance, it seemed that he had just woken up, and there was still a trace of laziness and impatience on his face, and when he looked at him, his eyes were very indifferent.
Except for his temperament, this person looks almost exactly like the one in the photo of Han Ziyu he got.
Sure enough... This Han Ziyu was indeed the person who held hands with the director of the ghost prison department in front of him that day.
Although he had basically confirmed this matter in his heart when he saw the man who came to open the door for him, but when he really confirmed it, he still felt unbelievable.
It's so strange... Han Ziyu's resume for the past 20 years is clean, no matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary human being, how could he have such a relationship with the boss of the underworld for no reason
If it is said that the only communication between them, it is the matter of his second uncle this time.
But it's only been a few days since this happened, even if it was love at first sight, it didn't happen so quickly. When the two of them appeared together in the Fu family, they were clearly already very close, and the relationship between the two That kind of aura can only be found in couples who have been together for a long time.
Could it be that this person had something to do with the director of the Ghost Prison Department in his previous life, so he developed so fast in this life
…
In just a few seconds, Fu Chenhua's mind was filled with countless guesses. Suddenly, he felt that he had grasped a direction that seemed somewhat reliable.
However, the person opposite did not give him enough time to think. After the young man glanced at him, he politely invited him: "Please come in."
Although the young man's expression was very calm, Fu Chenhua could still keenly feel that when the young man looked at him, there was an indistinct alienation in his eyebrows and eyes.
Presumably this person is not as harmless as looking at the mountains from the outside.
Although He Yan sent out the invitation, Fu Chenhua had already wittily understood the other owner of this house's outspoken disapproval towards him, so naturally he didn't dare to follow through.
He took a deep breath, settled his mind, and said quickly and wittily: "Don't bother you, Fu Mou came today to apologize for the reckless things done by the elders in the family before, and I prepared a little something for you. Please accept my wish."
With that said, Fu Chenhua resisted the pressure of the man's gaze, took out a long red sandalwood box, and handed it over with both hands.
He Yan glanced at it, took the small box over, and said politely, "You're welcome."
Fu Chenhua quickly replied: "It should be...then I won't bother you?"
The man said decisively, "Go slowly."
After finishing speaking, the door was mercilessly closed in front of his eyes, with a loud "bang".
Fu Chenhua: "..."
He didn't dare to delay for a moment, and walked out of the unit building quickly, before he dared to breathe a sigh of relief, took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead.
I don't know if it's his illusion, I always feel that those two people don't like me very much today...
Originally, he wanted to apologize as sincerely as possible, but when he stood in front of those two people just now, he had a strong premonition: the effect of staying any longer might be counterproductive.
In the end, he had no choice but to follow the guidance of his intuition, and ended the conversation in a simple and shocking manner.
I hope Han Ziyu can feel the sincerity of the Fu family through this short conversation...
Fu Chenhua sighed heavily, walked out of the gate of the community quickly, got into the black car waiting at the gate of the community, and was driven to the direction of the Fu family's old house.
As a result, as soon as he got home, he was greeted by his father with a happy face: "Chenhua!"
Fu Chenhua's expression changed, and he quickly asked, "Did Tian Chenshuo find it?"
Today, when he went to someone to apologize, the clan had already activated the formation, and used the blood essence that Fu Chenhua got from Fu Shanming that day to make a final calculation for Tianchenshuo's position.
This is only a few drops of blood essence left. If there is no result this time, then the Fu family may completely lose Tianchen Shuo, a magical weapon that is related to the family's lifeline.
The head of the Fu family nodded: "Yes! Just after the formation was over, you came back..."
He paused as he spoke, with a look of strangeness on his face: "It's strange to say that, looking at the situation ahead, this time's calculation should be fruitless, but when it was about to end, for some reason, suddenly He also pointed out the exact direction, it must be God's will to take pity on my Fu family!"
Regarding the whereabouts of Tian Chenshuo, the clan had calculated several times before, except for the first time, it was calculated that there was a trace in the dilapidated rental house where Han Ziyu lived, and there was no result after that.
Listening to my father's narration, this calculation was originally going to be as disappointing as the previous few times, but at the last moment, he inexplicably gave a clear direction!
This timing is too much of a coincidence.
Since the time when the calculation ends is almost the same as the time when he returned to the old house, the time when the calculation is about to end should be the period when he was driving home, and it was also not long after he apologized to Han Ziyu...
Fu Chenhua couldn't ignore this kind of timing coincidence.
Could it be that Tian Chenshuo fell into the hands of those two, and after being satisfied with his apology, he returned the thing to the Fu family with a high hand
However, his expression only changed slightly, and he did not want to speak out the vague guesses in his heart.
His father... still doesn't know anything about Han Ziyu and the director of the Ghost Prison Division, and he doesn't intend to reveal this to his father in the future.
It's not a good thing to know too much about the secrets related to the superiors. The Fu family has already suffered enough disasters, so it's better to keep a low profile.
The head of the Fu family was immersed in the joy of being able to trace the family's treasure, but he didn't notice the subtle expression fluctuations on the only son's face.
After sharing the great news with his only son, the head of the Fu family was able to care about the task he just went on: "Then what is Han Ziyu's attitude? Accept my Fu family's compensation?"
Fu Chenhua showed a light and gentle smile as usual, and lied to his beloved father without changing his expression: "Of course, he is also a reasonable person."
Although the fact is that I was invisible when I came to the door, but these processes are not important, as long as the result is good.
The head of the Fu family nodded in satisfaction, and praised him without hesitation: "I knew you would not let me down. Today, the elders and I will set off to look for Tianchen Shuo. You are not in good health recently, so you don't have to go with me anymore. Tired of running around, I sit in the clan to prevent people with evil intentions from taking advantage of the emptiness of the house to attack."
This is a very easy job. The Fu family has one of the best guard formations in the entire metaphysics world. Even if they look down and out now, there are very few people who lose their minds and break into the Fu family's guard formation—anyway, it is impossible. Can't get through.
Fu Chenhua nodded obediently, "Father, please be careful on the road."
Inside the apartment.
The back of the pale yellow sofa was flattened to form a spacious big bed. He Yan rested his head on the man's arm, closed his eyes to calm his breath, and lifted his eyelids lazily after a long time.
There were a few navel oranges on the coffee table, his eyes fell on them, flickered slightly, and then quickly moved away with a frown.
The man's gaze followed him around the top, lowered his head and kissed the tip of his sweaty nose, and said courteously, "Eat one?"
He Yan's eyes froze, and he said indifferently: "... eat it yourself."
Xuan Qi, who didn't understand why the subject changed face without warning: "..."
The man stared at the round and bright yellow navel oranges on the table, his gaze sank.
Maybe the posture just now made the young man tired...
The author has something to say: Young Master Fu: ... Intuition saved my dog's life
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