Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

After dealing with the cargo issue, Fu Zhiyan rushed back to China without stopping.

He didn't even get more than 2 hours of sleep.

It made Cheng Yan anxious and angry, but there was nothing he could do about it.

This man seems to have endless energy and never gets tired no matter how busy he is.

"Master Fu, should you rest first?"

Cheng Yan made unremitting efforts to persuade.

Fu Zhiyan was still reading all kinds of materials in China, and he felt dizzy just looking at the densely packed characters.

After 2 minutes of silence, Fu Zhiyan replied:

"Do not talk."

Cheng Yan looked at the back of Fu Zhiyan's head, and really wanted to slap him down to let him sleep enough.

Cheng Yan sighed silently, let's endure it, we will die together anyway.

It was already the afternoon of the second day when the plane landed.

The sunset glow of the airport is dotted in the sky, and the clouds and mist reveal colorful lights, rendering the whole land with a layer of warm light.

Fu Zhiyan got into a special car from the exclusive passage in a wheelchair and went back to Fu's old house.

The old house of the Fu family is located on a private mountain. The air is fresh on the mountainside, and there are few people. The occasional bird call brings a touch of tranquility to the silent mountain.

The Chinese-style architecture of the mansion is magnificent, and every design is full of the charm of aristocratic families.

Fu Zhiyan's figure appeared in the house, but he seemed a little out of place.

If Fu Zhiyan is a distinguished royal family, then the mansion is a noble family with profound cultural heritage, and Fu Zhiyan does not have the slightest literati atmosphere.

Compared with this ethereal ink aura, Fu Zhiyan's aura is not fake at all, his indifference and cruelty don't wear any mask.

Fu Zhiyan seldom goes back to the old house on weekdays. Every time he comes back, the servants in the old house are worried.

In other words, they didn't want to see Fu Zhiyan, even though Fu Zhiyan was the one who paid them.

The housekeeper Lao Wang stood at the door to greet Fu Zhiyan early in the morning, and the long road from the courtyard to the hall was also full of servants.

"gentlemen!"

Neat greetings resounded throughout the mansion.

Fu Zhiyan sat on the wheelchair with a straight posture, without squinting, with a cold demeanor.

Facing the bow all the way, his expression remained unmoved.

Old Wang glanced vaguely at Cheng Yan's unfamiliar face, then turned around and followed Fu Zhiyan.

Lao Wang said, "Sir, should we have dinner first or rest first?"

Fu Zhiyan's unkind voice sounded: "Notify everyone to go back to the old house."

Lao Wang, who has worked in Fu's family for half his life, knows this owner, and he was shocked and quickly agreed.

Tonight, the weather in City A is going to change.

The news of Fu Zhiyan's return was not notified to anyone, and even the old house was not known until Fu Zhiyan arrived.

Haven't had time to notify anyone yet.

Who would have thought that Fu Zhiyan wanted everyone to return to the old house, no matter where they were or what they were doing.

Fu Zhiyan also didn't eat, went back to his room to wash up, changed his clothes and stayed in the study.

"Knock, click, click." Cheng Yan knocked on the door with a plate in his hand.

"Who?"

"I, Cheng Yan."

"Come in."

When Cheng Yan walked into the study, he saw the man sitting behind the desk, reading with a stack of documents.

There is plenty of light in the study, but the man seems to be in the shadows, forming a world of his own.

Cheng Yan only saw Fu Zhiyan's side face, the clear jaw line portrayed his facial contour into a three-dimensional superiority, like carefully carved metal, cold and without warmth.

He fell into his own world, and a crack was opened by Cheng Yan's arrival.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world penetrated into his world little by little, eroding the calmness that he had kept for many years.

"Master Fu, eat something."

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes, covering his burning eyes.

"Take it away." Fu Zhiyan quickly refused without even looking at him.

Cheng Yan also refused: "I won't take it."

Fu Zhiyan repeated the word in his mind before confirming that he was rejected.

His bodyguard, refusing his order?

Fu Zhiyan finally raised his eyelids and looked at Cheng Yan. He was wearing a black suit all day long, just like everyone else, but there was something special about him, and every time he looked at him, he could taste something different.

Such a person is indeed suitable to be a star.

Rather than subservient to him, being a little bodyguard.

Cheng Yan directly put the dinner plate on his desk.

Although he was careful not to touch anything of him, Fu Zhiyan was very displeased with this kind of behavior that violated his territory.

"Take it away." He repeated, looking at Cheng Yan with an extremely cold gaze.

The three rolls of the eyes are already very fierce, and he doesn't need to make any facial expressions to send chills down the spine.

But Cheng Yan was different. Not only did he not take it, but he also pulled a chair beside him and sat down, looking him straight, "No."

The attitude of both of them is very firm.

The only difference is that Cheng Yan's identity is clearly in the lower position, but he uses the same aura as Fu Zhiyan's superior.

Fu Zhiyan laughed angrily, "I don't think you want your legs anymore."

There was no warmth in his words, and the killing intent in his eyes was not fake.

"Master Fu wants it, just take it." Cheng Yan said he didn't care, and could even laugh, "Before that, Master Fu should try my handicraft first?"

Fu Zhiyan squinted his eyes, his sword eyebrows frowned into Sichuan characters, and a sinister aura enveloped the study room, like a whirlpool crawling in the dark night, with extremely strong destructive power, and if he was not careful, he would fall into a situation of eternal doom.

He stared into Cheng Yan's eyes, who also looked at him, and the smile in his eyes never faded.

Not only was he not afraid of him, but he also looked at him with such drawn eyes, as if he wanted to pull him into the vortex that belonged to the other party.

Fu Zhiyan's eyes became colder, "Go out."

Cheng Yan blinked, and was deadlocked with him for a minute.

In the end, Cheng Yan compromised and got up to leave.

"Take your things with you."

Cheng Yan paused, then turned back, and took his face away.

After closing the study door, Cheng Yan stood in place and stared at the well-dressed face in frustration.

"009, who is worse than me."

"Host, it's normal, the character of the villain in this world won't give up his heart at all."

Cheng Yan asked back, "So?"

So is he giving up?

He was the one who let 009 bring him here, he was the one who got him into such a miserable life, how could he stay out of it.

How can I bear it.

"So, of course, use your true emotions to inflame the villain." Although 009 didn't have any hope.

But what if there is a miracle?

Fu Zhiyan in the study continued to read the material interrupted by Cheng Yan, but this time he couldn't read it.

He threw the documents on the table, and with a glance, he saw the round surface of water droplets caused by the heat on the table beside him.

It is the trace left by the bowl of noodles.

Fu Zhiyan's eyes suddenly lost focus.

How dare Cheng Yan cook for him?

How dare he soften his heart?

One lesson is enough.

Fu Zhiyan will never allow himself to make the same mistake twice.

Liu Chengyan by his side is really a ticking time bomb.

Fu Zhiyan suddenly felt an irresistible exhaustion in his heart.

He was in a state of high concentration all the time during the consecutive transfers of the past few days, and when he relaxed a little at this moment, he was swept away by the exhaustion that was deliberately ignored.

Fu Zhiyan closed his eyes and thought about it for a long time.

Finally made a decision.