Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 62 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 62
night.

After An Qing washed up, she brought a cup of hot milk to Fu Jingchen.

When she reached the door of the study, she knocked several times, but no one answered.

She pushed open the door suspiciously, and found that the study was empty, and Fu Jingchen was not in the study at all.

"Where did you go?"

She muttered suspiciously, asked her aunt, and finally found him in the attic on the top of the building.

An Qing pushed open the door, and saw Fu Jingchen sitting on the floor, his home clothes were crumpled and untidy, showing a decadent look, his hair was a bit messy, and his handsome face was full of sadness.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fu Jingchen raised his eyelids and cast his gloomy eyes on her. After seeing her face, a few traces of temperature gradually emerged in his eyes.

"what's up?"

"It's okay, I'll bring you milk." An Qing walked to him and squatted down, and handed him the milk.

"Thank you." Fu Jingchen took the milk, and the warmth passed from the arm of the cup to his palm, and he slowly clenched it.

"What's the matter? It seems that you are not in a good mood."

An Qing sat beside him and asked.

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of my parents' death."

Fu Jingchen looked at her with a sad smile on the corner of her mouth.

Sadness appeared in An Qing's eyes, "My mother's death day is coming soon."

Fu Jingchen looked at her, looked at her sad side face, felt pity in his heart, reached out and held her hand, An Qing leaned her head on his shoulder, and held his hand back.

Two grieving people cuddle together to keep each other warm.

The next day.

The weather was gloomy, and the light rain continued from morning to afternoon.

An Qing and Wang Qian were studying in the library when their phone vibrated suddenly.

An Qing lowered her head and glanced that it was Wu Feng who was calling.

She walked outside the library and connected the phone, "Hello?"

"Madam, what should we do? The president is gone." Wu Feng's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Missing?" An Qing also frowned.

She poked the meaty buttocks of the dumpling.

Tuanzi's big dark eyes were full of innocence and bewilderment, "I didn't receive a bad luck reminder."

Hearing what it said, An Qing felt relieved.

"Yeah, neither at home, nor at work, nor answer the phone."

After hanging up the phone, An Qing frowned and thought, where can he go?
Oh, right.

He said that today is the anniversary of his parents' death, so is it possible that he went to worship his parents?
Thinking of this, An Qing hurriedly called Wu Feng and asked him to send her the location of Fu Jingchen's parents' cemetery.

After receiving the message, she greeted Wang Qian and drove to Wu Fengfa's cemetery.

The cemetery is on the outskirts of the city, An Qing stepped on the accelerator hard, and she arrived in 10 minutes after driving for more than half an hour.

An Qing opened the car door and walked towards the cemetery holding an umbrella.

It was clearly the same sky, but it was obviously darker and darker here.

The rain is still falling, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

An Qing looked through the rain curtain, looking for Fu Jingchen with difficulty.

As Fu Jingchen's parents, it should be the best place in the cemetery.

An Qing walked up the steps step by step, and finally saw Fu Jingchen's figure at the highest point.

Sitting in front of his parents' tombstone, his generous back looks thin and lonely.

He didn't open an umbrella and was drenched all over.

An Qing frowned slightly, hurriedly walked in front of him, and covered her head with the umbrella.

The rain on the head stopped, Fu Jingchen looked up, a dark umbrella covered his head, he looked along the hand holding the umbrella, and then saw An Qing's beautiful and warm face, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were distressed, Fu Jingchen's numb and cold heart suddenly felt sore.

(End of this chapter)