After you tortured me, Mr. Fu cried

Chapter 40 The past cannot be traced
It was still late at night in Jiangcheng at this time.

When Zhou Cheng walked in, the floor of the apartment was in a mess, and the air was filled with the smell of wine.

He couldn't help but frowned. Judging from the hygienic state of the house, there seemed to be no need to change his shoes.

"Dr. Zhou, are you here?"

The assistant on the other end of the phone asked cautiously. He was really worried about Fu Wei, so he boldly asked Zhou Cheng to check.

Ever since Secretary Ji's miscarriage, Mr. Fu's condition has been very wrong.

He would still show up at the company on time during the day, handle official business, and chair meetings.

Everything seems to be no different from before.

But as Fu Wei's right-hand man who has been with him for many years, the assistant can sense that Mr. Fu's mind is not on work.

And he always has a strong smell of alcohol...

"Well, I'm here. Leave it to me. You can rest early."

An empty wine bottle rolled down to Zhou Cheng's feet. His eyes darkened, he followed the direction the bottle came from and hung up the phone.

A drunkard was slumped on the floor in front of the sofa in the living room. His eyes were closed, but he was still holding a bottle of wine in his hand and pouring it down his throat.

The wine that was too late to swallow flowed down the Adam's apple into the open shirt, leaving a trace of water.

"Fu Wei, if you don't call me brother when you drink, you treat me like an outsider, right?"

Zhou Cheng rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and stepped forward to lift him onto the sofa.

Fu Wei was always the most vigilant, but from the moment he took the key to open the door to helping him get on the sofa, the man didn't show any unnecessary reaction.

"Hey~ Are you really drunk? Is it because of Ji Wan?"

Zhou Cheng had one hand on Fu Wei's pulse. He was worried that he would drink too much and get alcohol poisoning.

He didn't want to lose his brother who had been with him for many years because of a stubborn woman.

The word Ji Wan was like a torch in the darkness. Fu Wei's eyelids moved and slowly opened.

His head was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and his eyes were full of double images. Even his eyes looking at Zhou Cheng softened by a third.

"Wan Wan..."

Fu Wei's tone was gentle, and his outstretched hand fell on Zhou Cheng's shoulder.

Memories of studying when he was young appeared in front of his eyes...

Fu Wei and Ji Donghai had already become partners during the university's entrepreneurial days.

Ji Donghai is both a teacher and a friend, and Ji Wan is the apple of his eye.

"Mr. Ji, are you here to see your precious daughter again?"

When Fu Wei walked to Ji Donghai's side with the drafted contract, he was looking nervously in the direction of the teaching building.

Why does a perfectly normal visit smell like something sneaky?

Fu Wei raised his eyebrows, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"I'm worried. I've always been by my side. I'm afraid that Wanwan won't get used to it when she suddenly lives on campus, right?"

Ji Donghai made a booing gesture and lowered his head to briefly read the contract brought by Fu Wei.

The terms are clear and the responsibilities are clear, which is a bit like the style of my youth.

Ji Donghai's eyes flashed with approval.

"It's Mr. Ji who I'm not used to."

Fu Wei looked far away and saw a girl wearing a white T-shirt and trousers walking out of the teaching building.

Her face is tender and tender, and her skin is so delicate that it seems like you can squeeze water out of it. There is a bit of childishness and greenness between her eyebrows, but her eyes are extraordinarily bright.

Fu Wei probably knew well that with Ji Donghai's status, paparazzi spies were the most frequent in Jiangcheng.

Being so low-key also hopes that it will not affect my daughter's normal college life.

"dad!"

Even though Ji Donghai was fully armed, wearing sunglasses and a mask, Ji Wan still recognized his father at a glance.

She smiled and ran toward the tree.Fu Wei's reaction was very fast. He turned around and left with Ji Donghai.

"Good boy, your reaction speed is fast enough..."

Ji Donghai walked as if he was chasing not his precious daughter, but his creditor.

Ji Wan didn't pursue him for a few steps before he was stopped by other alumni and asked for their contact information. When he raised his eyes again, Ji Donghai was nowhere to be seen?
She stamped her foot angrily.

Ji Donghai in the dark breathed a sigh of relief, and Fu Wei smiled calmly: "Mr. Ji, why is this necessary?"

"The first lesson Wanwan has to learn is to be independent. Neither I nor anyone else can protect her for the rest of her life..."

Ji Donghai's faint voice was still in his ears, but Fu Wei's eyes had crossed over and landed on the girl with an annoyed look.

Ji Wan...

Zhou Cheng dealt with Fu Wei, a drunkard, in the apartment.

In Marigold Nursing Home, Xu Jia tried to open up Ji Wan's heart.

"Don't retreat, take the initiative to accept it, face it..."

Xu Jia looked at Ji Wan who was in hypnosis and gave further guidance based on her expression.

But Ji Wan couldn't move a step forward. In front of her was the apartment, and in front of her was Fu Wei.

Everything she saw was familiar to her that she didn't want, including the indifferent and smiling man in the center.

She took a step back and saw the soft sofa.

The man's figure gradually approached, Ji Wan's body stiffened and her expression was tense.

She fell down on the sofa and touched the knife on the coffee table...

"Okay, it's over!"

A snap of fingers sounded softly in Ji Wan's ears. Her hand holding the knife paused, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Xu Jia's gentle face.

It is not difficult to judge that Ji Wan's aggressive behavior is due to the instinct of self-defense, which means that in real life she is likely to be on the submissive side.

Xu Jia had to reconsider the direction of treatment. After all, inner resistance is difficult to resolve.

"Let's change the treatment method. Is there anything Miss Ji is good at and likes..."

Ji Wan was stunned for a moment, speechless.

The word hobby has faded in Ji Wan's perception.

During her time as Fu Wei's secretary, what she was best at in the eyes of outsiders was probably drinking.

Coming out of Xu Jia's clinic, Ji Wan kept thinking about what Xu Jia said.

When walking through the corridor, a caregiver was leading a group of children to sketch in the garden under the sun.

"This is marigold, soft petals, fragrant smell..."

The nurse's hand gently pulled each child to touch the marigold petals, and only then did Ji Wan notice that they were a group of blind children.

"Marigold..."

The children carefully touched the flowers in their hands, with expressions ranging from confusion to excitement.

Among them, the quick-moving little hands have already applied paint, leaving their intuitive feelings on the white paper of the drawing board.

In a world without light, hands are their eyes and noses are their eyes...

"Sorry, did I bother you? I'll ask the children to keep their voices down."

The nurse noticed Ji Wan's pause. She came closer, bowed slightly, and asked apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, I just like your teaching method. It's me who should be sorry, so I have to take the first step."

Ji Wan returned a kind smile and looked away from the children.

She walked quickly through the corridor and headed to her ward.

Perhaps, she already has the answer to Xu Jia's question...

(End of this chapter)