Feng Jin endured it for a while before he didn't stretch out his hand to fight back.

"You let me go." Fu Tingyuan snapped his hand, a little stubborn, "She's right in front, I saw her." ”

Drunk people are really completely unreasonable.

How could someone who had been dead for three years still be here.

Feng Jin also knew that he couldn't reason with this drunk man anymore, no matter how mature and calm a person was, he would reveal his true form under alcohol. For example, now Fu Tingyuan is a brainless idiot.

He dragged the person back into the car with force, tied the person back to the seat with the seat belt, Feng Jin held the steering wheel, looked at the man who was silent, and then retracted his gaze and looked ahead.

"I know you miss her, but you have to accept reality. Ting Yuan, she has been dead for three years. You're not like me, you can't find her anymore. ”

"As your friend, I hope you live well, look at what virtue you have lived in the past three years? Do you think Luo Nanchu will be happy to find out? ”

He didn't dare to say these words when Fu Tingyuan was sober.

I'm afraid that he will turn against him.

He can even be ruthless to his own father now, let alone a friend like him.

But there must be someone who can persuade him.

Hua Rong is gone, he can only shoulder her former obligations, so that Fu Tingyuan can't collapse like this.

The man looked ahead expressionlessly, and said in a calm and cold tone: "I'm fine now." ”

Feng Jin sneered: "Are you good now...... ?!" ”

Fu Tingyuan's calm look: "It's too good to be better." ”

Feng Jin sneered, too lazy to expose Fu Tingyuan's lie as fragile as a soap bubble, stepped on the accelerator and restarted the car.

It was already late for him to send Fu Tingyuan home, he thought about the two children at home, but he still dutifully helped the man upstairs with the help of the servant. When the maid cautiously pushed open the bedroom door, Feng Jin's steps also subconsciously lightened.

Everyone knew what this bedroom meant to Fu Tingyuan, so they went in and out lightly, lest they would break something, and they didn't even dare to step on the carpet.

He gently sent the drunk man to bed, looking at the man lying on the bed a little tired, the bedding was already old, and it was a little white, I heard that everything in this room was cleaned up by Fu Tingyuan himself.

It's really hard to imagine that this man would wash the sheets and quilts, just like others may find it hard to imagine that the head of the Yan family, who controls the entire Yan family, has been covered with a sheet from three years ago.

Feng Jin raised his eyes and looked at the room a few times.

The old traces in the room are already very faint, and the things that Luo Nanchu once left behind are gradually worn and damaged, no matter how much Fu Tingyuan cherishes the treasure, time will not leave him a little mercy.

Eventually, it's all lost, and there's nothing left.

When Feng Jin thought of this, he inevitably felt a little unbearable in his heart.

He didn't know how Fu Tingyuan would live alone in the next few years.

Luo Nanchu didn't leave him a son and a half daughter, nor did she leave him a last word, she didn't have time to leave anything, and she didn't even give him time to say goodbye to her.

He sighed, walked out of the room, said goodbye to the servant, and left.

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