Chapter Eighty-Three: You Are Not Worthy

After Fang Zhihe left Dawn Park, he drove back to Xincheng, first took a shower, then changed into clean clothes, and then raised his long legs and stepped out of the gate.

He didn't go to Lin Rongrong this time, but to Cheng Yuhua, if he remembered correctly, Cheng Yuhua would have a banquet for the Qin family and daughter today, so he had to go.

Fang Zhihe sneered and stepped on the accelerator, and the scenery outside the car window became blurred as the speed of the car increased, including the figure standing at the door of a certain studio, the figure was petite and pitiful, like an ungrown fruit on a branch.

At 7:40, a black Rolls-Royce stopped at the intersection of the Fang family's compound.

Cheng Yuhua, who had invited the Qin father and daughter into the private dining room, heard the nanny's shout as soon as he turned around: "Old lady, old lady!"

Cheng Yuhua glanced back, and said angrily: "What are you shouting at night, what the hell?"

The nanny immediately put away the excited expression on her face and lowered her head.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Yuhua's tone was full of majesty and anger.

"Mr. Fang is back!" the nanny glanced at Cheng Yuhua secretly, and then replied in a low voice.

Cheng Yuhua was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at the black Rolls-Royce that had just stopped in the courtyard, "What are you doing in a daze, don't open the door yet!"

"Yes!" the nanny answered and hurriedly ran over, and was about to reach out to open the door, Fang Zhihe stepped out of the car, and then the door was slammed shut.

"What are you doing here?!" Cheng Yuhua was already annoyed that Fang Zhihe didn't attend the dinner on time, but now seeing that he didn't come well, his tone was naturally not very good.

Fang Zhihe glanced at Cheng Yuhua and said, "I thought that after I came back from the United States, I would forgive you, but now I find that you don't deserve to be forgiven at all!"

"You...... What are you talking about!" Cheng Yuhua was angry for a while, and threw the remaining half of the orange in his hand at Fang Zhihe, but the orange did not fall on Fang Zhihe's body, but on the nanny beside him, and the nanny naturally didn't dare to make a sound, so she had to bear it.

"I said before, you don't need to take care of my affairs, if you have to take care of it, then don't blame me for being unkind! Also, I once asked Yan Jin to tell you, don't look for a woman for me like a pimp every day, I think she didn't convey it, so I have to say it myself today. After Fang Zhihe finished speaking, he turned around and stepped out.

Cheng Yuhua behind him was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, and he threw out the whole plate of oranges, "You bastard! Come back-"

Fang Zhihe ignored Cheng Yuhua behind him, and walked straight to the Rolls-Royce in the courtyard, the nanny hurriedly ran out, pressed the remote lock in his hand, and the courtyard door was opened lightly.

A few seconds later, Rolls-Royce rushed out of the door, and then galloped in the dark night of Linjiang City, night is the smell he likes, he used to sniff this smell and fell asleep, but now he can't sleep.

He suddenly remembered the last time he learned to sleep against the bookcase, although he slept very uncomfortable, but with Furry by his side, at least he was comfortable.

But now Furry isn't around, she's not there!