When the Young Master Fakes His Death, His Sisters Panic

How could Uncle Shen be so cruel to Shen Shutang? She clearly knows how important regular body check-ups are to Shen Shutang, but she still has to accompany Shen Zongwei to attend the parent-teacher meeting in the kindergarten!

Is it possible that in Shen Shanhe's heart, his new wife and new son are more important than Shen Shutang? This is so sad!

Okay, Ying'er, don't cry, I'm not doing anything wrong, but you're crying so sadly.

Instead, Shen Shutang comforted Yu Ying'er.

Tangtang, just cry if you feel uncomfortable.

The corner of Shen Shutang's mouth twitched and he smiled bitterly and said: ...I'm sorry, I really can't cry anymore. In fact, I have been mentally prepared for a long time. It's just that he is my biological father. It would be a lie to say that I don't feel lost. Damn it, I’m sorry for worrying you tonight.”

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Seeing that Shen Shutang was so sad and still wanted to accompany Yu Ying'er to comfort her, Yu Ying'er cried even harder.

Fu Chuan returned to the apartment and waited impatiently.

I picked up my phone again and again to see if Yu Ying'er had sent a message.

Finally [ding dong——].

Fu Chuan immediately picked up the phone.

Flash Meow Meow: Very good, very good, this is how it feels. Keep blasting your liver for me! My gold coins will explode as you please!

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An unserious book artist: Thank you to the sponsor for your great encouragement. I will try my best.

Fu Chuan and the sponsor across from him chatted word by word about the detailed description of the idea, clothing, and eyes.

Before I knew it, it was half past eleven in the evening.

Boom.

Suddenly there was a burst of lightning and thunder.

Then the rain fell softly.

It's already this time, but there's still no news from Senior Sister Yu...

Although Fu Chuan is worried, no news at this time is the best news. They should go back.

The cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Seeing Shen Shutang calling, Fu Chuan's heart skipped a beat and he quickly pressed the answer button: Senior?

Junior, I forgot to bring my umbrella. I'm downstairs at Meiyijia. Can you pick me up?

right away!

Fu Chuan rushed to the downstairs of the community with an umbrella.

Meiyijia has been closed, leaving only a light at the door. Shen Shutang squatted at the door of Meiyijia store, holding a backpack in front of him, his face hidden in the shadow, and the yellow light fell on Shen Shu Looking at Tang's thin figure from Fu Chuan's perspective, Shen Shutang looked like a homeless child, forced to hide under the rain. At that moment, the whole world abandoned Shen Shutang.

She is crying.

The rain was a bit heavy, and from time to time there would be rain and cold wind blowing on Shen Shutang's body. Fu Chuan hurriedly stepped forward and moved the umbrella in the direction of Shen Shutang: Senior!

You're here, junior.

Shen Shutang raised his little face, which was red from the cold. After a decadent night, his dull eyes finally came back to life at this moment and lit some candles.

Senior, it's cold here. Go back to the apartment quickly.

Fu Chuan held an umbrella with one hand and stretched out the other hand towards Shen Shutang.

The big hands stained by rain are extremely generous, as if the beam of dawn breaks through the darkness and is the salvation given to Shen Shutang.

Shen Shutang's eyes flickered and he grabbed Fu Chuan's hand without hesitation.

Fu Chuan helped Shen Shutang stand up, and the two of them returned to Xin'an Community holding umbrellas.

Senior sister, there is some leftover ginger in the refrigerator. I'll make some ginger soup for you to drink to warm your body and avoid catching a cold.

Before Shen Shutang could respond, Fu Chuan ran to the refrigerator, took out the ginger, and went to work in the kitchen.

The corner of Shen Shutang's mouth curled up unconsciously, and a strange warmth began to surge in his body. He took a deep breath. Although his body still felt as if he had been filled with lead, his junior fellow student was right, he couldn't catch a cold. , let the people around you worry no more.

Shen Shutang went to the bathroom and took out a towel to wipe his body, put on clean clothes, and dried it with a hair dryer. When he came out again, the ginger soup was ready.

Senior, drink it while it's hot.

kindness.

Shen Shutang picked up the cup, held the ginger soup in his palm, felt the heat coming from it, and drank it one sip after another.

Is it too spicy?

Just right, junior, your skills are really great, much better than mine.

Shen Shutang praised from the bottom of his heart.

The skills I developed for unworthy people can now be put to use by my senior sister. I suddenly feel that the experience brought by those experiences is quite useful.

An unworthy person...

Fu Chuan's words touched Shen Shutang's thoughts, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

Senior, did something happen? If you don't mind, can you tell me?

Fu Chuan mustered up the courage to speak. He was originally unwilling to explore other people's privacy, knowing that it was difficult to talk about it. It was like Fu Chuan had secrets that he didn't want to tell others. At this moment, Fu Chuan wanted to try to share Shen Shutang's sadness. Pain is like the appearance of Shen Shutang lighting up Fu Chuan's dark life.

Senior sister, what do you often listen to in your headphones? What are you thinking about when you look sad? Can you tell me?

Junior, Ying'er and I went out to eat tonight. Ying'er cried very, very hard. She was tired from crying and fell asleep. I sent her home. I originally planned to stay with Ying'er for one night. Yes, but I was obviously very sad in my heart and my body didn’t want to move, so I still came here involuntarily...

There are some feelings that Yu Ying'er doesn't understand, and Shen Shutang doesn't want Yu Ying'er to understand. She just needs to be happy and happy, being the princess loved by her family and Shen Shutang's most important friend. May she be born and grow up toward the sun in this life. , warm all seasons.

The only person in the world who can get into Shen Shutang's heart and understand Shen Shutang's feelings at this moment is Fu Chuan.

After enduring the severe blow from Shen Shanhe, the first thing that came to Shen Shutang's mind was Fu Chuan.

So, Shen Shutang came here.

Shen Shutang told Fu Chuan what happened when he returned home after separation.

Fu Chuan was silent.

Actually, I had a premonition. Really, there are many signs that my position in dad's heart is getting less and less. It has been completely occupied by my stepmother and younger brother. I have been deceiving myself. This day did come very quickly and I was caught off guard. , I thought dad would at least not miss such an important day...

Shen Shutang's eyes were red as he spoke, and his pretended relaxed tone seemed particularly distressing at the moment. He held his palms in his hands and breathed hard, rubbed his hands, smiled, and tried his best to smile towards Fu Chuan tilted his head.

However, Dad is not even willing to pretend now. I have found in despair that there is no topic between the two of us. Every conversation is like a routine. He is a superior person, and it is as if he is asking about the daily life of his subordinates. , I am his daughter, connected by blood, but our relationship is just a little better than a stranger. Compared to my stepmother and brother, I am nothing.

real……

It hurts, it hurts so much.

Junior, do you know what I was thinking about when I completely gave up on this family relationship and returned to the room? I was thinking what a coincidence. My junior was obviously trying hard to make me happy, but all of this was easily ruined by dad's words. , I want to be free and easy, I want to admit that a person can live a strong life, and I don’t want to let down my junior brother’s kindness. I can’t do it... I can’t be as powerful as you, my junior brother. He is my biological father. Each word is more lethal than Bai Yueguang's, killing me to the point of leaving my armor and despair.

finally.

Tears become poetry.

Destroyed at this moment.

Two lines of tears that the girl had been holding back for a long time overflowed from her eyes.

No hysteria.

No crazy bickering.

Tears that symbolize sadness are like a faucet that cannot be turned off.

Tick-tick, broken into flowers.