Chapter 120 Pain
"For your mother's sake, don't do anything too extreme."
Ning Che burst out laughing.
It's ridiculous, how dare he say such a thing!
"You killed your son, but you didn't kill Fu Chengyun until he was completely dead?"
There was a teardrop at the corner of his frivolous eye, and he wiped it away casually.
It's not crying, it's laughing.
Although they were the victims, he had the confidence to stand on the top and look down at Fu Chen.
“When asking for help, you should have a begging attitude.”
Ning Che's mouth curled up in an odd and creepy way.
"Dad~"
He leaned in Fu Chengyun's arms, the sunset glowing red, shrouding his half-smiled face, a crisscross of light and dark. The words he pronounced conveyed an extremely strange feeling.
Every ending tone contained a terror that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
For a moment, Fu Chen didn't dare to look him in the eye.
But, only for a moment.
For a heartless person, power, status and false dignity are what he pursues all his life.
What's so scary!
Fu Chen sneered in an instant, "You are not worthy to talk to me."
He turned on his phone and placed it in front of Fu Chengyun. He grabbed the tea on the table and took a sip, then immediately assumed a condescending attitude.
"Son, look at this and think about how you should talk to your dad!"
There was a lonely grave on the screen.
A photo is embedded at the top of the white marble tombstone.
The grayish-white tones couldn't hide the delicate features of her face. Her eyebrows were beautifully curved, and her smile was as gentle as Fu Chengyun's.
The grave behind the tombstone had been dug up, and the brown soil looked damp, piled haphazardly on both sides of the tombstone. There was a large empty hole in the middle, as if something was missing.
Ning Che was suddenly stunned.
He felt like he was struck by a bolt of lightning, his body stiffened instantly, he stood up carefully and left Fu Chengyun's arms.
She slowly held Fu Chengyun's hand, fearing that any big movement would disturb him.
Under Fu Chen's cold gaze.
Fu Chengyun's chest almost stopped moving.
He stared at the screen, his eyes tracing the outline of the woman over and over again.
Painful, sad, and full of longing...
Although Fu Chengyun had a calm face, the veins on the side of his neck were throbbing wildly under his skin.
Suddenly, he let out a very light laugh, like the tip of a knife across the table, dissipating before I could hear it clearly.
"condition"
Fu Chen smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed together, and he looked arrogant and disgusting.
It was as if killing one's son and digging up one's wife's ashes were as common as bargaining for vegetables.
"I know it's impossible for me to go back to the company, so I want money, the more the better."
He knocked on the table and urged: "One billion, one hand for money, the other for ashes!"
"My dear son, you don't want your mother to be reduced to ashes, do you?"
The wind picked up, and dark clouds obscured the sky. It was too dim to discern the expressions of the people across from me. The sycamore tree's crown swayed from side to side, its countless leaves flapping rapidly, creating a rustling sound.
The birds cried sharply and flapped their wings as they rushed into the strong wind.
Fu Chengyun's mouth was tightly clenched, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam like a knife. His gaze was slashing at the devil before him.
He wanted to overturn the table, pick up the stone bench and smash it hard on the old man's head, again and again, until his brain splattered and his flesh and blood were a mess, like the bright red meat sauce before beef balls were formed...
Tell him what it means to have evil deeds punished!
With both hands clasped on the table, his mind was on the verge of losing control in the last second.
"We promise!"
Ning Che rushed to answer.
The voice trembled until he bit his tongue four times, and the smell of blood spread.
He was so flustered that he threw Fu Chen's crutch out the door and forgot that Fu Chen was still sitting inside.
When he raised his eyes, he protected Fu Chengyun in panic and shouted to the bodyguards to kick him out.
After Fu Chen was thrown out of the door, he rushed to the door again, grabbing the iron railings and yelling through the door.
"One week, at most one week. Don't act rashly! Otherwise I will kill you!"
The wind was howling and her long hair was blowing in the wind.
Behind the iron bars, where Fu Chengyun couldn't see, Ning Che's face finally became sinister and violent, his eyes were scarlet, and filled with bloodthirsty cruelty.
After Fu Chen left, he sat back next to Fu Chengyun and accompanied him silently.
The storm came with great force, like a tidal wave.
The pain from the raindrops hitting my body instantly penetrated into my bones.
They sat still and weathered the storm.
The rain stops and the trees are still.
Dim stars twinkle in the deep blue sky.
Fu Chengyun moved his fingers and hooked his little finger around the tip of Ning Che's pinky finger.
"I'm sorry to have wronged you."
The voice is erratic.
Ning Che dared to turn sideways, pressed his whole body tightly against his, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, there will be a way."
After Fu Chengyun bought out all the shares, the company became a shell company. Even though the company was constantly trading, his personal account was still receiving money.
But it would be a fantasy to ask him to come up with 10 billion in just one month.
You can borrow it!
This was the first thought that came to Fu Chengyun’s mind.
But it was immediately denied by another voice.
He betrayed his mother, killed his own son, and then dug up his ashes!
Fu Chengyun! You can't give in to such scum!
The phone hit the study door and shattered into pieces with a bang!
Fu Chengyun laughed.
Great! My phone is broken! I can't call to borrow money!
Fu Chen couldn’t get what he wanted!
My mother will be reduced to ashes!
At worst, we'll all die together!
Anyway!
Anyway!
…
No way!
My Cheche is waiting for me!
He punched the desk, but the nanmu wood surface was not damaged at all.
His hand hung on the side of the wheelchair, and blood was dripping onto the ground.
Ning Che could even hear the ticking sound while sitting on the bed.
He didn't dare to make a phone call or make a sound.
The phone is on silent mode, so I have to stare at the screen at all times to avoid missing any messages.
"Find out where Fu Chengyun went after leaving the cemetery!"
"Search the entire Fu family mansion and dig three feet underground to find the urn!"
"Send someone to the cemetery to check the surveillance!"
He was sending messages like crazy.
A lit cigarette is held between his index and ring fingers.
He didn't know how to smoke, but simply imitated Fu Chengyun, trying to sort out the chaos, hoping to see a ray of hope in the mess.
He sent messages to everyone he could think of, and quickly told them not to call Fu Chengyun.
pain!
Fu Chengyun's appearance made him feel pain all over!
For the first time, Ning Che realized that there was something in this world that was more painful than death.
It means that someone you love is suffering and you are powerless to do anything about it.
As he was looking through his address book for the hundredth time, the screen flickered.
Zhao Si: Open the door, I'm outside.
The study door was slightly ajar but not locked.
It was late at night, and no one had entered the room.
Fu Chengyun slumped in his wheelchair, his dark pupils dilated. He looked like a shell whose soul had been torn out of his body.
Unlike a corpse, he still feels pain!
My heart is about to be crushed!
what to do!
It hurts so much!
The afternoon Fu Linyu took him to break into a building, he was beaten with sticks and chains the entire afternoon.
He finally felt no pain.
It turns out that physical pain is a kind of relief.
But now,
He was suffocating in pain.
But he couldn't suffocate, he had to hold on and find a way!
Fu Chengyun opened the drawer.
There was a gun lying under the leather folder.
What Ning Che didn't know was that Fu Chengyun was very good at using guns.
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