Cycle Yue looked at him for a moment: "What do you mean?" ”

Fu Chi looked ahead and did not reply again.

It wasn't until the two of them came, he was in the office here, and after pushing the door in, Fu Chi glanced at the man next to him: "What to drink?" ”

"No, thank you."

Fu Chi didn't say anything polite to him, nodded and sat on the sofa, like an outsider, and said: "If you offend someone who shouldn't be offended, you have a bad fate, and if you don't have the ability to resist, you can only be strangled in the end, the fate of ants has always been like this, isn't it?" ”

The more the cycle darkens.

"Fu Sanye is the pride of heaven standing at the top of the snowy mountain, and he is not painless about the suffering of the people."

There is a bit of irony in this statement.

He felt that Fu Chi seemed to be completely indifferent to such a thing as human life, and he didn't even react at all, which was not the posture that a doctor should have.

Despise the Divine, despise the world, despise life, what is left of his world?

What kind of environment can nurture such a personality of his?

"Compassion for sentient beings is not my job, it is a saint." Fu Chi's tone was very light, but he had a very strong taste of sarcasm and intimidation.

Cycle Yue choked on him.

"Do you think the person just now looks a little like me?"

Fu Chi raised his hand to boil the tea on the table, and suddenly asked.

Cycle Yue frowned: "So who is he?" ”

"No one, just an ordinary person, just involved in something he can't afford." Fu Chi pulled his lips and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yue: "Does Yu Yan know?" ”

The person on the other side sneered: "Big entrepreneurs, big philanthropists, who doesn't know?" ”

Fu Chi smiled lightly: "That person just now is called Yi Yang, and he died at the hands of Yu Yan." ”

He didn't even shy away from telling Zhou Yue about this kind of thing.

The man's outspoken words made him stunned for a moment: "......... What the? ”

"This world is like this, the last thing capitalists need is conscience, and I don't mind telling you that between me and Yu Yan, it can be regarded as an enmity between the heavens." Fu Chi paused in his voice, filtered out the water in the teacup, and glanced at the person opposite: "My father died at his hands, and my mother's death was also promoted by him, this person has a very good reputation and has maintained his status as a philanthropist for 20 years, how many people are willing to believe that he is such a person?" ”

The cycle was more shocked that Fu Chi said these words to him without reservation, and at the same time, he was also surprised by the content of his words.

"And what are you going to do?"

Fu Chi carefully washed the tea and poured the tea again, and the whole process was slow and orderly, which was particularly ornamental.

He poured a glass for Cycle Yue and pushed it in front of him.

"What do you think?"

He asked rhetorically, but it made Zhou Yue swallow all his thoughts back into his stomach.

raised his head and met Fu Chi's line of sight.

The two men looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and there was always a lot of content mixed in them.

After a long time.

The cycle Yue picked up the cup of tea, blew the hot air, and drank it all.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

After speaking.

He got up and left the office, his back straight, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Chi glanced sideways, then fiddled with his tea again.

The tone is also slow and logical, and I can't hear the emotion: "The sword is out of the sheath, and it should be polished." ”

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