Yi Yi seemed to understand Fu Chi's words, a pair of beautiful big eyes looked at the person on his mobile phone screen, leaning lazily against the wall, tilting his head slightly, and picking the corners of his mouth at the camera.

He stared at Fu Chi's face on his phone, and after a while, he had a vague outline in his mind.

He remembered this beautiful sister.

Fu Chi didn't care what the little boy in front of him was thinking, he pointed to the photo and said, "Do you want to talk to your mother?" ”

Yi Yi's eyes were confused.

Obviously, his biological father closed his eyes forever not long ago, but he couldn't feel such grief, but it was okay, it didn't have much impact on his life, which was probably what Yi Yang wanted to see, although for him, this kind of thing was really sad.

"Nope." Fu Chi shook his head again and put away his mobile phone: "According to the time difference, it's still early in the morning over there, and your mother is still sleeping, so you can't disturb her." ”

Yi Yi: The whole process is arranged clearly.

"Berwyn, take him back to rest first." Fu Chi glanced back at Yi Yang who was lying there, and pursed his thin lips: "It's a good burial." ”

As for the rest.........

After so many years, there should always be a result.

Berwyn didn't have a calm and rational heart like Fu Chi, just looking at all this, his heart was always very touched, and he felt very sad, he turned his head to look at Fu Chi: "Then what are we going to do?" ”

"Then it depends on where the knife hurts the most."

Fu Chi lowered his eyelashes, thoughtfully fiddling with his beloved ring, his tone was always a little cold, more affectionate than that night.

Berwyn didn't know why, but he didn't continue to ask anything, nodded and then took Yi Yi to leave, but when he went out, he met the man who had just come up.

The two looked at each other for a moment, nodded to each other as a greeting, and then went in opposite directions.

The cycle stopped, looked at the little boy Berwyn was holding for a while, and finally walked to the room just now.

When I entered the door, I saw a man who had lost his breath.

and the man who was an indifferent bystander next to him.

"...... is he?"

The more incomprehensible the cycle.

Fu Chi glanced up at him, and then walked out with his long legs: "Why are you here at this point?" ”

The cycle shrugged indifferently: "It's just idle, it's nothing to do anyway, come and see." ”

Fu Chi glanced at him with a slanted gaze, and snorted paradoxically: "The big star is so interested, he runs to me vigorously, what's the matter?" What is it that summons your soul? ”

Cycle Yue pursed his lips with contempt.

"It's just quiet. It's precious for me to be able to let my brain go for a while. ”

Ordinary people can't get in here, the terrain is complicated, and the deep mountains and old forests are completely isolated from all the bustle and hustle and bustle outside, which is in stark contrast to the world of flowers.

"You're shrewd." Fu Chi's tone was unclear.

Cycle Yue ignored his words, and instead asked as if nothing happened, "What happened to the person who died just now?" ”

Fu Chi's footsteps suddenly paused.

Looking sideways at the man next to him, there was always a little unclear meaning in his eyes: "Died unexpectedly." ”