"What's wrong with him?" When Xiao Han asked this sentence, he glanced at Fu Shiting from the corner of his eyes.

"Zuo Mingzhu said that your father died before, and what we see now is your father who was resurrected by Zuo Mingzhu." Qin Anan told his son the truth, "I want to take him to the hospital for examination, but he is very resistant to going to the hospital now. . He is so proud, he must not be able to accept himself as he is now."

Xiaohan has mixed feelings in his heart: "Even if he died before, isn't he alive now?"

"There is a special device in his brain. It is controlled by Zuo Mingzhu."

Xiaohan's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

This is too incredible, beyond Xiaohan's acceptance range.

If the future life is controlled by others, it is better to die.

Xiaohan was in a chaotic mood.

When Fu Shiting became like this, of course he would not oppose Fu Shiting again.

It's just that he didn't know how to deal with it.

He turned around and entered the room, hurried back to the room, and closed the door.

Qin Anan walked up to Fu Shiting and held his hand again: "Xiaohan has to get up early for school tomorrow, so he will go back to his room to rest first. He won't hate you as much as before. If you stay with me in the future, I won't. If I let you leave me again, I won't make you feel wronged."

After the two entered the house, Mike watched them enter the master bedroom.

When the door to the master bedroom closed, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed like a long nightmare, and now, the nightmare finally woke up.

Mike went back to his room, turned on his phone, clicked on Zhou Ziyi's avatar, and sent him a message: Your boss is back. Do you want to see his photo?

When Zhou Ziyi saw his message, he excitedly replied: Think! Hurry up! How is my boss? ! Is it good? !

Mike: You don't have to. He has been returned to his room by Allah.

Zhou Ziyi: Are you kidding me? ! Forget it, uncle, I don't care about you in general! Can you answer the phone now?

Mike: Tired...don't want to talk.

Zhou Ziyi: Isn't typing more tiring than talking on the phone? !

Mike: Speaking requires moving your entire chest, while typing only requires moving your fingers. Of course, speaking is more tiring.

Zhou Ziyi: Oh...I think you're trying to whet my appetite. You'd better hold back, I'll buy a ticket right away and go to country B to find my boss!

Mike: I advise you not to come. Your boss doesn't want to meet people at all.

Zhou Ziyi: Why? What's wrong with my boss? Or talk on the phone, typing fingers hurt.

After Zhou Ziyi sent this message, he called Mike.

Without thinking, Mike hung up the phone. Then posted a video.

Zhou Ziyi answered in seconds.

Now it is eleven o'clock in the noon in country A, and Zhou Ziyi is still at work.

"What the hell is going on? Why doesn't my boss want to meet people? Could it be that he is disfigured?" Zhou Ziyi's brain was wide open.

"Rong is not ruined, he is still so handsome." Mike leaned on the head of the bed and teased, "It is estimated that he will not be able to go to work in the future. I heard from An An that he will not be allowed to work in the future."

"Why?" Zhou Ziyi can't wait to fly to country B now to find out.

"Because he's not the Fu Shiting he used to be." JrNovels.com