Chapter 20： (Three thousand comments plus more) (1/2)

Liu Han snorted coldly, and Fu Zhen didn't seem to be scared like this.

Does Fu Jianchen really don't care about this little son, or that he is now acting, hoping that he can relax his vigilance, and it is best to let him go directly after seeing that Fu Zhen is worthless.

Liu Han sneered in his heart. If Fu Jianchen really thought so, then he would have looked down upon himself too much. Even if they could not get 80 million, he would definitely not make Fu Zhen feel better.

A night was quickly passed in peace, but this kind of peace was not a good thing for Fu Zhen and the Liu family brothers. Nothing happened to the Fu family did not care if Fu Zhen was really kidnapped.

The next morning, the warm morning light came in through the glass window on the east side of the tin house. There was a black green on the corner of Fu’s mouth, which Liu Han left on his face last night. He raised his head and looked out the window. , There is a dense brown bush, endless, the sun falls on it, under the gray sky with haze, it seems to be covered with gold dust.

Fu Zhen watched for a long time, until Liu Han and Liu Wen entered the room again. He withdrew his gaze, dropped his head casually, and looked to the ground.

Liu Han walked in front of Fu Zhen and kicked his calf. Fu Zhen raised his head. His face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale, and there was almost no blood on his face. Liu Han made a cut. , Turned around and sat on the table, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

Liu Wen leaned against the wall. After playing with the phone for a while, he raised his head and asked his brother, ”Have you contacted Fu Ting?”

”Associated with a fart, these people are all black,” Liu Han jumped off the table and cursed, ”I just saw Fu Ting on TV. This **** is in the mood to develop cloth for his sister. Yes, I don’t have time to save my own brother, so don’t count on him.”

”What kind of press conference?” Liu Wen couldn't believe that Fu Ting was still in the mood to develop a conference for Tang Wanwan at this time.

Liu Han sneered, ”Didn't Tang Wanwan fall yesterday?”

”Just hold a press conference for this?”

Liu Han shook his head and did not answer Liu Wen's question. He walked slowly to Fu Zhen, bent down, and asked, ”What do you think of this matter?”

Fu Zhen hadn't drank water for a day or two nights. His lips were very dry and a little chapped. Hearing Liu Han's question, he raised his head, thought for a while, and shook his head: ”Nothing to say.”

His voice is very soft, if you don't listen carefully, there is almost no way to hear what he just said.

”Fucked stuff!” Liu Han slapped Fu Zhen on the head.

Fu Zhen's head was beaten to one side, and it took a long time to turn back slightly.

Liu Wen glanced at the entertainment news on his phone. He didn't know why he was a little worried. He asked his brother, ”They won't find it here, right?”

”What about it? I hope they can find it,” Liu Han said. If Fu Jianchen is willing to investigate this matter, at least it means that Fu Zhen still has a bit of status in his heart. The most feared thing is that he doesn't care at all. They are nothing but bamboo baskets.

Liu Wen was still uneasy. It was the first time that he followed Liu Han to do this kind of thing. He still had no confidence in his heart. Liu Han saw his worries and sneered: ”What are you afraid of? We will die here together now. What life is there in the ghost days of hiding in Tibet!”

Liu Wen pursed his lips and said nothing. In fact, as long as he was with Liu Han, he could endure any kind of life, but since Liu Han chose to go this way to the dark, he would not abandon him.

Another day passed. Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting still had no news. The phone numbers that the Liu brothers had called before were all blocked by them, which shows that Fu Jianchen and the others really don't care about Fu's life or death.

Fu Zhen hadn't eaten for two days. His hair was messy, his face was gray, and there was no brilliance in his eyes, which was very ugly.

”Damn, Fu Jianchen, this old man is really hard-hearted,” Liu Han came over and grabbed Fu Zhen's chin and forced him to raise his head. Liu Han looked down at the fragile young man in front of him and asked him. ”Are you really his biological son?”

Fu Zhen thought for a while and replied in a hoarse voice: ”Who knows?”

Liu Han had suppressed the huge anger in the past two days. Now that he heard Fu Zhen's words, he felt that he was taunting himself. The gunpowder barrel in his mind was lit at this moment, and with a bang, he faced Fu Zhen's body. The chair underneath kicked violently, the chair shook, and almost fell to the ground with Fu Zhen.

He smashed his fist towards Fu Zhen's face. Fu Zhen was tied to a chair and had no way to escape. He let out a muffled snort, and the corner of Wu Qing's mouth quickly oozes a ray of bright red, his face pale and shocking.

Liu Han was fierce and vicious, his fists slammed on the table and chairs, and Liu Wen was also frightened by Liu Han's momentum. He was afraid that Liu Han would beat Fu Zhen to death in this way, so he hurried forward to hold Liu Han: ”Forget it, brother, you calm down, if you can't make money, let's think of other ways. Don't kill people.”

Liu Han took his hand out of breath and glared at Fu Zhen. He must not be able to send Fu Zhen back so painlessly. He didn't want to kill in front of Liu Wen, Liu Han's mind As soon as he moved, he said to Liu Wen: ”Let's go!”

”Just leave?” Liu Wen couldn't accept the contrast of his brother for a while.

”If you don't leave, stay here with him?”

Liu Wen was silent, and followed Liu Han to the outside of the Tin House. Fu Zhen was a little confused by Liu Han's punch just now. He drooped his head and sat on a chair with the sun shining on him, like Christians who are suffering.

When Liu Han walked to the door, he suddenly stopped. He took out his phone and turned around to take a photo of Fu Zhen, and then sent the photo to Fu Jianchen’s phone. As for when Fu Jianchen would see this photo, What kind of expression will he use again, that has nothing to do with him.

Fu Zhen will stay here forever. Whether he can survive or not depends on whether Fu Jianchen and the others are willing to rescue him.

He wouldn't kill. If Fu Zhen really died, then he would have died in the indifference of Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting.

Liu Han chuckled and drove Liu Wen out of the woods with him.

The sky outside gradually darkened, the sun had already set on the top of the mountain to the west, Liu Han and others never appeared in front of Fu Zhen again.