Chapter 272 The cost of going through the back door (one more)

  In the Fu’s study, Governor Fu looked at Han Ran who had just entered from the outside, and asked in a deep voice, “What did she say?”

  Han Ran shook his head and said, "Madam did not say anything."

   Fu Dujun frowned slightly, and said, "What does it mean to say nothing?"

  Han Ran said solemnly, "Not a word."

  The study was quiet for a long time, only to hear Fu Dujun snorted, "Not a word, it's interesting."

  Han Ran was a little puzzled, "Warlord means...Madam..."

   Fu Dujun said lightly, "With her disgust for the boss, even if it is fake, she is willing to make it real, but this time she said nothing. Why do you think it is?"

  Han Ran's heart jumped, "Is it possible..." Is it true that the young and old are not the flesh and blood of the Fu family? Because Young Master Fu is really not in the Fu family, the husband dare not speak up?

  Dujun Fu glanced at his young and promising adjutant with some speechlessness, "What are you thinking about? Naturally, someone had reminded her in advance."

  Han Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the warlord really doubted the identity of the young master, then the Fu family and the southern six provinces would have no peace.

"That Madam's side..." Han Ran was a little embarrassed. Anyway, as long as Madam Fu is the wife of Governor Fu and the mother of three young masters, the methods used to deal with the wicked and evil cannot be used by Madam Fu. Body.

Dujun Fu waved his hand and said, "It's not necessary, just let people stare at it. No matter whoever comes into contact with her, he must figure out what he said or did, and the details are exhaustive." He said that Mrs. Fu was not allowed to see anyone, but if so. If you really don't see anyone, where does the clue come from?

  Han Ran nodded and said, "Yes, the subordinate understands."

  On the other side of Mrs. Fu’s yard, the former quiet and solemn yard now looks a bit lonely.

  Gu Jun Fu asked everyone to evacuate all the people in Mrs. Fu’s yard. Now there are only two servants who are responsible for cleaning and one girl who sends meals in and out every day.

  Ms. Fu’s food and clothing treatment was not wronged, but no one would talk to her. Not only the girl who delivered the meal, but the two servants who were in charge of the cleaning would never speak, or even stare at her.

  Being locked up here for a long time, it was the first time that Mrs. Fu truly realized what loneliness is. At first, she would go crazy if she smashed things, but soon she understood that no matter what she did was useless, Fu Zheng had already made up her mind to lock her here.

  Once Fu Zheng has made up his mind to do something, it is absolutely difficult for anyone to change his mind.

  Han Ran just came over and asked her some questions. For a moment, Madam Fu was very excited. This might be an opportunity to go out or even take down Fu Fengcheng, but sooner she realized that this might be a trap.

  She remembered the last thing that person said to her that day—don’t do unnecessary things.

  Superfluous things...Does it also include the immediate ones?

  In the end, she forcibly resisted the urge to speak, and didn't say a word from start to finish, and finally Han Ran left with a little disappointment.

  Looking at the back of Han Ran going out, Madam Fu suddenly got into a cold sweat.

  She immediately confirmed that Han Ran’s problems were indeed Fu Zheng’s trap. Regardless of whether what Han Ran said was true or false, Fu Zheng didn't believe those things at all. He just wanted to test her. Once she spoke to slander Fu Fengcheng, the consequences would be... unthinkable.

  Ms. Fu leaned on the window and looked at the window blankly, Fu Zheng...we see who can consume more energy! Having endured it for so many years, what can't I bear? !

  With Fu Fengcheng as his company, Leng Sa feels that life in the training camp is getting better.

  Exercise every day, look at the elites on the training ground and Fu Yucheng who is daily bullied. You can still molest and molest beautiful men in your spare time. Life can't be better.

  Hua Lao's medicine works well. Fu Fengcheng still insists on coming to the training camp every day. Now his right leg has almost completely recovered. It's just that I haven't walked for half a year, and I still need post-workout if I want to regain my original strength.

  Leng Sa drove the car back from the outside, and the training clothes on her body were so dirty that the original color was not visible.

  She has just gone through a three-day and three-night field survival training. At this moment, although her face is tired, her eyes are shining brightly and she looks radiant.

  When I got out of the car, I saw Fu Fengcheng walking slowly in front of the barracks with a walking stick. His left leg hadn't healed and he couldn't use force. Only the right leg was able to use force.

  Although such a young, handsome and temperamental young man with a cane looks a bit weird, at least now he can walk freely without relying on a wheelchair.

   "In fact, you don't need to be so anxious? You are like this... Will the left and right legs be imbalanced in the future?" Leng Sa smiled and slammed the car door as he asked.

  Fu Fengcheng would naturally not know such a big movement when the car came back. He walked back to the wheelchair and sat down before smiling slightly, "If this is the case, will Madam despise me?"

   Leng Sa hesitated, "This...or let's be more careful."

  Don’t say she is cruel and ruthless, Yan Gou really can’t tell you that I love you no matter what you become.

  Furthermore, it is obvious that he can be well, and he is a handsome man. Why do you want to make yourself into a long and short leg? It is simply violent.

  Fu Fengcheng didn't feel disappointed for her rude answer. He just sighed and said, "I know, Madam just likes my beauty."

  "..." Would you like to point your face? It's as if I grow into an unsalted Yasha, you will like me as well. In essence, Fu Dashao is also a face control.

   "Young Master, Mrs. Young." An instructor hurried over and looked a little solemn.

  Leng Sa looked back at him, "What happened?"

  Fu Fengcheng is here on vacation, and the instructors who usually have nothing to do with the training camp will not come to him. The instructor was obviously relieved when he saw Leng Sa, and said quickly, "The Fourth Master is injured."

  Leng Sa raised her eyebrows slightly, "Training?"

  The instructor shook his head, and said with a bitter smile, "No, I was beaten."

  Leng Sa is not surprised. If Fu Yucheng was injured in training, as long as he could not die, the instructor would not come to her. If it's really dead, it's definitely not the expression of this expression.

   nodded, Leng Sa pushed Fu Fengcheng to the barracks next to him, and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The instructor sighed and said: "In the morning training, the Fourth Young Master dragged his feet a little bit. The people in the first team couldn't help but complained a few words. The Fourth Young Master probably was in a bad mood, so he said a few words. At once……"

  Fu Yucheng still knows the current affairs in the training camp, so he doesn't make trouble for the instructors. Knowing that he is dragging his feet, and his strength is not as good as others, he is naturally low-key at ordinary times. Therefore, even if the people on the same team squeeze him out, Fu Yucheng would usually bear with him wearing small shoes. Anyway, everyone is not improper.

  It’s just that today Fu Yucheng suddenly broke out somehow, and first shot and fought with others. He took the shot first. People who thought he was unpleasant naturally had no reason to be merciful, so Fu Yucheng was beaten up now.

   said coldly, "There is still strength to fight, so the training is still too light. Let's give them a little more tomorrow."

The instructor thought about the next training plan, sympathized with the elites in the training camp for a second, and nodded decisively, "No problem." These guys are too energetic. As long as the training intensity adapts, the trouble in the training camp Began to increase. Just add some code, and you will soon be quiet.

  So, if the training intensity is too high, I find it by myself.

  "Where is Fu Yucheng?" Leng Sa asked.

  The instructor said, "I just went to the doctor. The doctor said...the problem is not mostly skin trauma, but you have to rest for a few days. In addition...the doctor also said that this kind of fighting-like training is not recommended, please think twice."

   Lengsi puzzled, "I don't recommend it? What about fighting training?" Isn't it a play if you don't really fight?

The instructor    also smiled and said, “So this is just a suggestion. The doctor has just arrived and has no experience, and he will get used to it after a while.”

   Leng Sa waved his hand and said, "Okay, I see. Let's go and see Fu Yucheng first?" The last sentence was naturally addressed to Fu Fengcheng, and Fu Fengcheng nodded, "Alright, it's time to go and see."

  "Fu Yucheng's progress during this period is actually not bad." Fu Yucheng's potential is not bad, but he used to be too spoiled to train. During this period of time, it is useful to pull out the seedlings and encourage them.

  Fu Yucheng lay motionless on the bed in the infirmary. Although there was no serious injury, his whole body was hurt even if he moved a little. Even his handsome face was purplish red, and there were some bloodshots on the corners of his lips that were not cleaned, which shows that the injury was really serious this time.

  Fu Fengcheng and Leng Sa came in and saw Fu Yucheng's eyes staring at the ceiling wandering beyond the sky, and they didn't even notice the two of them coming in.

  Until the two of them walked to the bed, Fu Yucheng returned to his senses and stared at the two of them, as if asking them with his eyes, why are you here?

  Leng Sa tilted her head to look at him, and smiled, "Oh, it's not a minor injury."

   "..." Fu Yucheng didn't want to speak. Fu Fengcheng took a second glance and was not interested. The injuries were serious, but they were all skin injuries, and they were not serious.

   "Are you here to see me making a joke?" Fu Yucheng asked dryly.

  Leng Sa smiled and nodded, "I am, why? Can't I see it?"

  Fu Yucheng pulled up the thin quilt on his body and directly covered himself from beginning to end, telling Leng Sa with action: I don't want to show it to you.

   Leng Sa was speechless, and looked back at Fu Fengcheng and shrugged.

   Fu Fengcheng couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. Sometimes Fu Yucheng was so stupid that people couldn't bear to witness it. So, he really has nothing to do with them, right?

  Others wouldn’t show it to him, and he didn’t reluctantly, just snorted, “It’s going to be a month soon. If your ranking is still the last one before the end of the month, you can get out of it.”

   Fu Yucheng was a little dissatisfied, and suddenly sat up to make him grin in pain, "You want me to practice for a few months and compare with others for many years?"

   Leng Sha smiled and said, "What's the problem? Do you think there is no cost to go through the back door?"

  "……"

   Leng Sa patted him on the shoulder, as if he hadn’t seen Fu Yucheng's face sore from the pain he was photographed. “Besides, didn’t the doctor say that you are going to rest for a few days?

   "What are you doing?" Fu Yucheng was a little reluctant, thinking of the past, he reflexively rejected it.

  This may be an escape from not wanting to face what is about to happen.

   Lengsa smiled, "Your new big brother is back, how about? Are you surprised? Are you happy?"

  "……"

  (End of this chapter)