When Fu Jichen received a call from the landline of the old house, he was in a meeting in the company.

He said "Wait a minute" to the attendees, picked up the mobile phone on the table with the screen lit up and walked out of the conference room.

Recently, it has been an eventful season, whether it is the Junshan Group or the Fu family, there is a layer of gloom, and the people here are more or less aware of it.

Standing in the quiet corridor, Fu Jichen picked up the phone, and there was Fu Yuling's delicate voice, revealing intimacy: "Brother, are you busy?" ”

Fu Jichen said coldly: "Something? ”

"Can't I call you if it's okay?" Fu Yuling just wanted to say a few more words to him, deliberately talking about things and not talking about business.

Who made Fu Jichen always dislike to answer her calls, she used the landline of the old house to call, he must have thought that something was wrong at home, and he would not answer.

"Don't say I'm hanging."

Fu Jichen didn't joke with her, he took the phone off his ear as he spoke, ready to hang up.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute." Fu Yuling knew that he was really here, so he immediately became anxious and stopped him loudly, "I called you for my mother!" She let you go back to the old mansion when you're done. ”

Fu Jichen hesitated for a moment and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Fu Yuling said: "She didn't tell me, she just asked you to come back." ”

"I see." Fu Jichen didn't hesitate this time, hung up the phone after speaking, looked down at the phone, pondered for a few seconds, turned around and returned to the conference room, and then had a meeting.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Jichen finished handling the matter at hand, left the company, and returned to the Fu family's old house.

Even if Wei Ronghua didn't give a special explanation, he often went back to his old mansion recently. There is no other reason, the old man's body and mood are not good, and there are people by his side, even if he doesn't do anything, it is a comfort for him.

When Fu Jichen entered the house, Wei Ronghua was sitting in the living room, wearing a light coffee-colored silk skirt without any embellishments, which looked slightly plain compared to before. The face was covered with elegant makeup, which concealed a slightly haggard and gloomy look.

"You're looking for me?" Fu Jichen came to her and lowered his head to ask.

Since the last time, the mother and son had an argument on the terrace on the second floor because of Shen Jianian's matter, and they never sat down to talk properly. Before that, though, knee-jerking conversations were rare.

Coupled with Fu Zhengjun's death in a car accident, the estrangement between mother and son is getting deeper and deeper, and the relationship has dropped to a freezing point.

Wei Ronghua looked at his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth up close, and really couldn't find half of the similarity with himself and Fu Zhengjun.

I didn't think about it before, but now I feel that his eyebrows and eyes seem to be a little familiar, I don't know where I have seen it, is it like his deceased grandmother? It doesn't seem to be ......

I don't know if it's because of the illness, my brain is really not enough, and I can only grasp a little bit of things and can't remember all the outlines.

Wei Ronghua's mind turned a thousand times, but his face did not show any abnormality, as always, he showed a smile to him, gentle and loving: "It's nothing important, I was sick a few days ago, I hid in the room and didn't meet my family, today I am in better spirits, I want to cook a few dishes myself, so let your sister call you back." Didn't delay your work, did you? ”

Fu Jichen's words were concise: "No." ”

"That's good. It's not early, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare, you rest first, and I'll call you when the meal is ready. Wei Ronghua coughed twice when he got up, covered his lips, and went to the kitchen.

The nanny had already processed all kinds of ingredients, just waiting for the pot, Wei Ronghua put on a mask and began to cook the dishes.

Fu Jichen didn't stay in the living room for a long time, went upstairs and returned to his room, there was nothing else to do, standing by the window and smoking. When I smoked the second cigarette, I received a call from Jiang Cheng.

The person on the phone said that the police interrogated the truck driver many times, and the methods of the regular process were used, and the driver's confession never changed, insisting that he was driving wrong, and no one had ever looked for him.

There were also no unexplained payments in the driver's various bank accounts.

The case is already being heard, and if nothing else, the truck driver was sentenced to two years and six months in prison for causing a traffic accident. According to the driver's own situation, if the appeal is filed, it is very likely that the second instance will give a lighter sentence.

But the driver's lawyer conveyed the client's wishes and did not intend to appeal, then the final sentence was two years and six months.

After talking about the case, the man paused for a few seconds, as if he didn't know how to talk about what was next.

Fu Jichen was very calm: "What's the situation over there Xu Ting?" ”

The man was about to say this, but when he heard this, he sighed softly: "Mr. Fu has given a lot of remuneration, Captain Xu led the team out of Jiangcheng along the lower reaches of the Songli River, and searched Suicheng, but still didn't find it...... Miss Shen's body. Captain Xu said that there was no need to look any further. ”

Every word, it's so hard to get out of your mouth.

Fu Jichen held the mobile phone to his ear, and he didn't notice when the person over there hung up the phone, until the cigarette between his fingers accumulated a long piece of cigarette ash and burned his fingers, he found his lost soul, took down the mobile phone, threw it on the wooden table on the side, and extinguished the cigarette butt.

*

Fu Jichen had dinner at the old mansion and was about to drive away, but was stopped by Wei Ronghua.

"Let's stay here at night." Wei Ronghua said to stay, "Your grandfather always can't sleep at night, you accompany him to play chess and chat, and he feels better." Tomorrow morning, I'll make you hand-rolled noodles to eat, I remember you loved eating them when you were a kid. ”

At this time, the housekeeper came over and said, "Young Master, the old man called you over." ”

Fu Jichen bowed, put the car keys back on the cabinet, and went to the old man's bedroom.

This night, Fu Jichen did not return to Yunding Palace, chatted with the old man until more than ten o'clock, and stayed overnight in the old mansion.

Early the next morning, Wei Ronghua got up and went to the kitchen to work, and she didn't fake her hands during the whole process, and she did it herself. When Fu Jichen got up and went downstairs, the water in the pot was just boiling, and Wei Ronghua put the noodles in.

The nanny passed by the living room and said to Fu Jichen, who was drinking water: "The eldest lady is so good to you, her own body has not healed yet, she got up after a quarter of five, and she is busy until now." ”

Fu Jichen glanced at the kitchen, and in front of the cooking table was Wei Ronghua's busy figure, and there was no wave in his eyes.

The rest of the family got up one after another, Fu Yuling rarely walked out of the room at this time, paced to the dining room sleepily, sat down next to Fu Jichen, and took a breath: "It's so fragrant." ”

The hand-rolled noodles are topped with soft beef toppings, dried bamboo shoots and shredded tofu, and you can't help but salivate when you smell it.

Fu Yuling couldn't stop eating, chattered and said something unnutritious, and asked Fu Jichen what to say from time to time, he didn't say anything, quietly finished breakfast, took the car keys, and drove to the company.

After the person left, Fu Yuling clasped his hands around his chest, leaned on the back of the chair, and pouted to express his dissatisfaction: "Why is my brother talking less and less, like a cold stone." ”

Wei Ronghua was busy all morning, his spirit was a little weak, he hastily ate a few bites of noodles, put down the dishes and chopsticks and went upstairs.

She didn't go back to the bedroom on the second floor, went straight to the third floor, pushed open the door of Fu Jichen's room, and the nanny aunt was cleaning inside, and the sheets and quilt covers were removed and put into the dirty laundry basket.

Fu Jichen rarely spends the night in the old house, usually he stays for one night, and the bedding has to be cleaned and put away, and then spread it when he comes to stay overnight next time.

"Madame, why are you here?" The nanny straightened up with a rag in her hand.

"I'll clean up, you go out first." Wei Ronghua said.

"How can that work?" The nanny looked frightened, "You're not well yet, I'll do this, you can go and rest." ”

In addition to being frightened, the nanny was more puzzled, the eldest lady had never taken the initiative to help the eldest young master clean up the room before. Although she is very partial to the eldest young master, things like cleaning the room are insignificant, and she doesn't need to do it.

"After lying down for a few days, my body is stiff, I sweat when I move, and I can sleep well at night." Wei Ronghua patiently explained to the nanny so as not to arouse suspicion.

"That'...... All right. The nanny hesitated to go out, "If you feel unwell, remember to call me." ”

Seeing the nanny leave, Wei Ronghua went to close the door, poured out all the sheets and quilts in the dirty laundry basket, searched over and over, but didn't find what he wanted, and wrapped the sheets and quilts back in a ball.

She hurried to the bathroom, eventually found a few hair with hair follicles on the floor, put them in a transparent plastic bag, and quietly left the room.

I didn't forget to go and say to the nanny: "After cleaning up for a while, I am dizzy, and you can do the rest." ”

Wei Ronghua went back to the room, leaned against the door panel and took a deep breath, plucked a few strands of his own hair and put them in another plastic bag, and then dialed a phone call.

With a status like hers, it is not difficult to find a few people who do things for themselves.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Wei Ronghua wore a fisherman's hat with a wide brim and sunglasses and went out of the door.

She didn't use the driver at home, she made an appointment with a special car, met people in the café, and handed over the things to the people who did the work for her, without any extra explanation, only said: "Pay attention to confidentiality." ”

The man assured her, "Don't worry. ”