Daddy, Here Is Mommy

"So there are indeed ancient tombs under the construction site?"

Xia Bozhong's wrinkled eyes glided through a glimmer. Following Fu Jianming's words, he went on.

"Lao Xia, tell me the truth. Mr. Gu asked you to come to me for what? "

When Fu Jianming heard this, he couldn't hold his breath and spoke directly.

"Jianming, if there is an ancient tomb under the construction site, what does it mean? You know better than me... "

Xia Bozhong's deep eyes are worthy of looking at him. The haze on his face is getting heavier and heavier.

"Of course I know."

Fu Jianming's eyes were tight and his voice became more and more hoarse.

"I don't have to say much about it. Now, there are only two roads in front of you... "

"Lao Xia, you know, I've never crossed the bottom line in my career for so many years."

Fu Jianming interrupts him, a little flustered in his eyes. The small tea cup in the hand was pinched tightly, and the blue veins on the back of the palm burst out.

Compared with him, Xiabo is quite calm.

Some roads, have been unable to turn back.

He can only continue to speak according to Gu Anhe's explanation.

"Jianming, don't get excited until I finish speaking."

"Lao Xia, don't say anything. I won't do that..."

Fu Jianming makes a heavy meal of his tea cup, and the tea that has not yet been drunk in the cup splashes out. The tea table was a mess.

"What kind of people are Jian Ming and Gu Anhe? Haven't you heard of them?"

Xia Bozhong looked at him in a calm voice.

"Lao Xia, this is Yunjing, not Licheng..."

"Wherever it is? He is a cruel man. "

"How can he..."

"Jianming, he really can..."

“……”

When Fu Jianming heard this, he became silent. Suddenly put down the cup of tea, the cup of tea left only a little drink. The throat is still burning, imitating a number of dry land.

He added tea to the cup by himself.

Even if the temperature of the tea is hot, I still drink it.

"Jianming, to live to our age, it's better to have more than one thing. Since it has not been discovered before, there is no need for you to "make" any new "discoveries" this time... "

Xia Bozhong said this clearly.

"Lao Xia, you..."

Fu Jianming shivered, half angry and half afraid.

"Jianming, as long as this survey report is the same as before, President Gu will certainly not treat you badly..."

"Lao Xia, this is insulting to me..."

Fu Jianming's body trembled more and more violently, his face was livid and his eyebrows were deeply locked.

"I'm telling the truth."

"Lao Xia, don't say anything. In any case, I will never forget my original intention and do something against my conscience and morality. "

"Jianming, if you don't, my daughter will die."

Xia Bo's eyebrows sink, and the wrinkles around his eyes are full of strong melancholy.

"What do you say?"

Fu was stunned for two seconds and spoke again.

"Did Gu Anhe take Mary?"

"Not Mary, but my own daughter?"

Xia Bo in the gloomy eyes, surging with endless sadness.

"Your own daughter?"

Fu Jianming was puzzled.

"My own daughter and I didn't know it before, but she told me before she died..."

The canthus of Xia Bozhong's eyes was slightly wet. Sadness, covered in the haze.

"Why..."

Fu Jianming was flustered when he heard this.

"Jianming, I know you are a man who has worked hard for so many years, and has never made any mistakes in your work. But this time, I really

Xia Bozhong moved and moved, and the moisture in his eyes condensed into turbid tears.

Fu Jianming also has a daughter. He can understand Xia Bozhong's mood at the moment.

"Lao Xia, why don't I go to talk to Mr. Gu..."

"What do you want to talk about? There is no choice but to comply with his "request."

Xia Bozhong said painfully.

Wrinkled eyes, rolling down a muddy tears.

"Lao Xia, why don't we ask for help..."

"To whom?"

Xia Bozhong's mouth was filled with a bitter smile, and his heart began to worry. He said what he wanted, but he didn't let go. A cold sweat broke out of the palm of his hand.

"Lao Xia, you have been in business for many years, and you must know more people than me..."

Fu Jianming's voice became hoarse.

"It's no use."Xia Bozhong shook his head.

"Lao Xia, this is Yunjing, not Licheng..."

"The same..."

"Lao Xia, you..."

Fu Jianming suddenly felt dizzy in his brain, and his vision was shadowy. Xia Bozhong's thin face was somewhat blurred.

He quickly shook his head, but the situation became more and more serious, and his expression was very painful.

"Jianming, what's the matter with you?"

The voice of Xia Bo you came.

"Probably too tired..."

Fu Jianming closed his eyes and his voice weakened a lot.

After all, it's quite normal to have such a "situation" at this time, because I'm old and I haven't been able to sleep on the construction site for a day or two.

"Jianming, I'd better take you to the hospital..."

Xia Bozhong got up and went to him. He reached out and pulled him out of the soft chair.

"Lao Xia, don't go to the hospital, I'm just too tired..."

"I'm not sure you look like that. Cough... "

Xia Bozhong coughed and the assistant who had been guarding the door pushed the door and came in.

"Mr. Xia..."

"Take Fu Gong to the hospital."

Xia Bo Zhong's voice line sank a few minutes, the bottom of his eyes slipped through a fierce light.

"Yes..."

The assistant understands and quickly holds Fu Jianming's other hand.

"Lao Xia, I'm ok. I don't have to go to the hospital..."

Fu Jianming only felt that he was heavy on his head and light on his feet, and his feet seemed to be treading on cotton. He didn't doubt anything. He thought he was too tired.

"Jianming, don't talk about it. Let's go..."

Xia Bozhong said a word, and his assistant helped him out of the private room.

Coming to the side of the car, the assistant opened the rear door.

There is only a little bit left of Fu Jianming's consciousness. The whole person is weak, and his muscles and bones seem to be soft.

"How could this happen..."

With this sentence, he tilted his head and fell on his seat.

The black Rolls Royce phantom leaves Tianhe tea house and heads north.

……

Yunjing.

Chengyuan.

Lu Hongzhan is sitting in the octagonal pavilion in the backyard.

The light rain patters, the rain drops down the veranda slowly.

His eyes are a little sad, eyes have no focus, do not know what is thinking?

"Young master, there is a visitor."

Manager Lu Sen came up and stood in front of him and said respectfully.

"Who?"

Lu Hongzhan's eyes flashed slightly and asked in a low voice.

"Manager Gu of Licheng..."

Lu Sen nodded slightly, his voice not high or low, but his eyes were uneasy.

"Manager Gu of Licheng? Gu an he

Lu Hongzhan's eyes were cold and cold, and his eyes were covered with cold light.