Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Fu Ziliu looked in the direction the car drove away, gave a self-deprecating smile, and murmured, "My brother doesn't even want to talk to me anymore."

Even though Mu Tiantian was willing to reconcile with her, her brother became much colder towards her.

She was too embarrassed to ask her brother about making a movie.

Let's wait until my brother and Mu Tiantian get married before we speak up.

She drove Jiang Hui and Xiao Hailan back to Fu Zhengting's villa.

*

After arriving abroad, Fu Zhenlong called He Meijuan from the airport.

When He Meijuan learned that Fu Zhenlong had actually gone abroad, she didn't know how to feel.

If Fu Zhenlong and she were to accompany her son, she wouldn't be so afraid.

Perhaps it was because she saw that horrific case, but she was always afraid that her son would kill her.

I've been abroad for several days now, settled in, and quickly adapted to the pace of life overseas.

Even thinking about my son still makes me worried and uneasy.

Although the son no longer showed any extreme side, he became much quieter and less talkative.

This made her feel uneasy.

Based on the murder cases she had seen, the killers were often quiet and reserved.

Fu Zhenlong just happened to arrive!

Then she wouldn't have to live in constant fear.

Having just arrived abroad, I hadn't bought many things, so there was no car to pick up Fu Zhenlong.

She sent the specific address to Fu Zhenlong and told him to take a taxi. She went into the kitchen to prepare some food for Fu Zhenlong.

When He Qihan came out of his room and went into the kitchen to get some ice water, he saw He Meijuan busy at work and asked in confusion, "Mom, didn't you just have lunch a little while ago?"

There's a time difference abroad; it's daytime now.

He Meijuan turned to look at her son and explained, "Fu Zhenlong has also come abroad and is taking a taxi here."

He Qihan was surprised and shocked.

Fu Zhenlong actually came abroad in person.

Are you really that worried about him?

He Meijuan carefully sized up He Qihan.

There wasn't a trace of happiness on her son's face.

Clearly, the son did not want Fu Zhenlong to come here.

Fearing that her son might still contact that assassin organization, she didn't dare let him go to work so soon.

I made an excuse to let my son play and rest for a while.

Except when she was sleeping, her son was almost always under her watchful eye.

If the son still wants to kill Mu Tiantian and Fu Zhengting, then the only way he can leave is to kill her.

When she sleeps, she always dreams of her son sharpening knives.

I don't want to think badly of my son, but I just can't help having these wild thoughts.

He Qihan sensed his mother's fear of him.

He found it both pathetic and laughable.

Even if he harbors the deepest resentment, he would never kill his own mother.

In his mind, filial piety is the most important thing.

"Mom, don't worry about me. Even if I kill everyone else, I won't kill you."

He said it outright.

After saying that, she glanced at He Meijuan, whose eyes were almost popping out of their sockets in shock, then went to open the refrigerator, took a bottle of cola, and went back to her room.

He Meijuan came to her senses and saw that her son was no longer in the kitchen.

Her son's explanation just now gave her goosebumps.

Even if it means killing everyone!

This is the key point.

This indicates that the son harbors a deep-seated vengeful nature.

That's what she's worried about.

It will be very difficult to get the son to completely stop killing Fu Zhengting.

The doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts.

She went to open the door with a pleasant surprise and saw that it was indeed Fu Zhenlong.

Fu Zhenlong saw through He Meijuan's heart from her reaction.

He Meijuan clearly really wanted him to come!

I used to hate him so much.

He had a very bad feeling about it.

After following He Meijuan inside, he looked around but didn't see He Qihan. He asked, "Where's Ahan?"

"He's in the room," He Meijuan said, glancing towards the room on the right to signal Fu Zhenlong.

Fu Zhenlong put down his suitcase, pulled He Meijuan into the kitchen, and lowered his voice, "Do you know how difficult this situation is for me?"

After returning to his room, He Qihan kept his ears perked up, observing everything.

Hearing the door open, they knew Fu Zhenlong had arrived.

He quietly opened the door and went out, and saw Fu Zhenlong and his mother in the kitchen, talking mysteriously about something.

He squinted, tiptoed over, and hid by the side of the kitchen door to eavesdrop.

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