Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 171 Little Happiness Between Everyday Fireworks
It took Fu Cheng three days in Compton to find the person Fu Jingxing asked him to find, but he was just an ordinary Chinese student who was working in a nearby bakery that day and witnessed the incident.

Fu Jingxing looked at the photo of that girl. She had an ordinary face, very young and youthful, but they were two completely different faces, but both had long black hair.

He handed the photo to Fu Cheng, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I see, you can go."

Fu Cheng took the photo, and the tired look on his face hadn't faded. He was usually taciturn, so when Fu Jingxing said this, he turned around and left the office.

None of what he said was false. He stayed in Compton for a whole week, but except that someone had seen Qu Fengchi, the locals knew nothing about Nie Zhangzhu.

And his people have been secretly investigating in Compton for a few days, but they have never seen her. It seems that since the shooting, Nie Zhangzhu disappeared out of thin air. Those neighbors or landlords and nearby bosses all agreed that they had never seen this person.

Before leaving Compton, Fu Cheng asked his subordinates to investigate Qu Fengchi's details. He always felt that this man who broke into the entertainment circle three years ago without a name could not have such a simple background.

Nie Zhangzhu could disappear without a trace from under his nose, and he couldn't even find it. Someone must be planning all this behind the scenes.

And that person, the first thing he suspected was Qu Fengchi.

California, San Francisto, October.

After a drizzle, there was a touch of coolness in the wind.

Zhang Zhu pushed open the window, and was surprised to find that on both sides of the street, the green branches and leaves yesterday were dyed a light yellow today, and a layer of leaves fell on the slightly wet ground, and cleaning workers were sweeping carefully. On the road, the school bus jingled and stopped, the children jumped on the bus happily, and the jingling car drove away again.

Qu Fengchi took a large white and soft towel, rubbed his wet hair randomly twice, and walked to her side: "What are you looking at? Is it cold..."

"Well, it rained last night, so if you go out today, you should wear a sweater."

Qu Fengchi took a look with his head, turned around and said with a smile.

Zhang Zhu took the towel from his hand, and he obediently sat on the chair, letting her wipe his hair.

After leaving Compton, he moved here. Qu Fengchi said that there is the largest art university in the United States, the oldest art school in the west, and the California Institute of the Arts, which is good at architecture, art and design. Wait until the future After Zhangzhu gave birth, she can go to school and continue her studies. After all, she is good at drawing and has a talent for design.

She didn't ask him why, but he said he wanted her to leave, so she packed her bags and left.

The gunshots from that day seemed to still be in my ears. If he hadn't been by his side, the person who died would have been her and the child in her stomach.

She doesn't know who wants her life, she has gone so far, isn't she still reconciled?

In the deepest part of her heart, she didn't want to believe that Nie Yanrong did it, but besides Nie Yanrong, she didn't know who else she could pose a threat to.

Qu Fengchi said, for the sake of safety, and in order not to cause unnecessary troubles for Qingming, it is best not to have any further contact with Qinglang in the future.

She didn't reject his proposal, but on the eve of leaving Compton, she had a long video call with Minglang, and the two of them watched each other silently crying, but it took longer than talking.

Minglang finally said: Third sister, I wish I could grow up overnight.

Silly child, he thought that when he grows up, he can end everything. When he grows up, he can bring the family back to the original intimacy. When he grows up, he can change the scarred past.

He doesn't understand now, but he will understand in the future. When he grows up, it will only make him more painful and bitter.

"Mingming, don't miss me, I will live a good life, and one day, we will meet again."

This is the last sentence she said to Ming Lang.

From then on, from the moment she left Compton, no one in this world except Qu Fengchi knew where she was.

"You always forget to dry your hair, and you'll get a headache and be silly when you get old."

Zhangzhu dried his hair carefully with a towel. He didn't like to use a hair dryer, and it was always troublesome to dry it by himself. After coming to San Francisco, they lived together. After taking a bath for the first time, I rubbed my hair randomly a few times and left it alone. It was okay in summer, but in winter, it would be strange if the root cause of the disease did not fall.

"Isn't there you? Zhuzhu will dry me off every time!"

He raised a handsome and delicate face, with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes, like a flawless and clean child.

Zhangzhu took the wet towel and walked away, with a slight smile in her voice: "I don't want to talk to you."

My heart was full of bitterness.

She didn't know what his father and mother had said to him, and what he had said to them. Xiao Fengying, who was full of disgust for her when she came, was able to say goodbye to her politely when she left. His old man even gave her some small and precious things. The gift, the attitude is very friendly.

Even after they left Compton, they lived a peaceful life, as if the few months they stayed in Compton in the past did not exist at all.

But she was keenly aware that Qu Fengchi had something on his mind.

Many times, when she was bored drawing pictures, or when she bought flowers and went home to play with them, he sat on the side and looked at her quietly, as if she was frozen when he looked at her, she called his name and he Do not know at all.

But he didn't say anything, and he still got tired of being with her like this, so she didn't ask.

In the evening, the drizzle stopped, and there was a bright twilight in the west, and the road gradually dried up, leaving only small puddles, and dragonflies flew low.

(End of this chapter)