"This kind of joke is not funny at all." Fu Wujun finally found his voice, his face became serious and disgusting.
Compared to his stinky face, Fu Jingchuan just burped indifferently, and then slowly looked at him: "Dad, you know I never joke."
His voice was also so depressed that it was lifeless and calm.
He was like this, so Fu Wujun didn't dare to lose his temper, but he was also frightened.
After nearly thirty years of father-son relationship, he naturally knew that Fu Jingchuan would never joke.
When he thinks it, he executes it.
What Fu Jingchuan lacks most is execution ability.
He no longer even gave him room for negotiation as he had done before, and he was no longer aggressive.
"If you just want to use this to force me to accept Shiyang, I advise you to give up as soon as possible." Fu Wujun had a sullen face, still wanting to resist.
Fu Jingchuan just smiled softly: "What else did I force you to do? You were forced to leave."
Fu Wujun: "..."
Fu Jingchuan raised his head and looked at this huge office, and he also let out a long sigh: "I have done everything I should have in my life, I have experienced everything I should experience, and there is nothing to regret."
Fu Wujun heard that this was wrong, and his heart suddenly sounded alarm: "What do you want to do?"
Fu Jingchuan didn't answer him, and his dark eyes slowly turned to the open window. He stared at the window as if he was deep in thought or distracted.
The wind in the upper floors was strong, and the wind poured in through the wide open windows, making the documents in the room rustle loudly.
Fu Wujun was so frightened that he couldn't help but stare at Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan seemed to be attracted to the window. He stood up with support on the table and staggered towards the window.
That huge, lonely figure looked like it was about to jump out of the window at any moment.
Fu Wujun didn't care about anything else and hurriedly reached out to hold him: "What are you doing?"
Fu Jingchuan just looked back at him slowly, with a faint smile that was lifeless at the corners of his mouth and in his dark eyes.
He didn't speak or struggle. He just glanced at him and then looked at the sky outside the window, with longing in his eyes.
Fu Wujun couldn't bear it, so he went over and closed the window.
Fu Jingchuan looked at him with a sneer: "What are you afraid of? Don't you never care whether I live or die?"
Fu Wujun remained calm and silent.
He doesn't care because he knows that even if the whole world is dead, Fu Jingchuan will not die.
Not only did he seem to have no emotions, but even life and death seemed to have nothing to do with him.
But now, he let him see that he might leave this world at any time.
This frightened him.
But let him compromise because of this, he can't compromise.
Fu Jingchuan didn't rush him. He didn't even say a word about Shi Yang. He just turned around and opened the window with a "pop", which shocked Fu Wujun and blocked him directly in front of the window.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at him, but didn't argue with him or push him away. He just looked out the window, his handsome face completely silent.
Fu Wujun stared at Fu Jingchuan with a suspended heart.
"Dad." After a long time, Fu Jingchuan finally spoke and called him, "What do you mean by living?"
He didn't look at him, his face still had a look of deathly desolation, which was inexplicably integrated with the desolation of winter outside.
This question is too profound and Fu Wujun cannot answer it.
In his interpretation, when a person begins to explore the meaning of life, he can no longer find the meaning of his life.
Fu Jingchuan didn't ask for his answer.
He just let out a long breath and suddenly raised his hand to push Fu Wujun away.
Fu Wujun shouted angrily outside the door almost reflexively: "Ke Chen!"
Ke Chen, who was busy, was so frightened by the roar that he dropped the mouse on the spot and rushed in at a sprint speed of 100 meters.
"Director Fu!"
The door was pushed open with the sound of "Fu Dong", and others also looked up. When they looked up, they saw Fu Wujun's obviously thin body hugging Fu Jingchuan's waist.
Ke Chen: "..."
"What...what happened?" he asked blankly.
Fu Wujun also realized that he seemed to be overreacting. Fu Jingchuan just pushed him away but made no further moves.
But he was afraid that he would make a mistake in judgment. He would let go and Fu Jingchuan would plunge straight in. By then, it would be too late for him to hold him back.
Fu Jingchuan in the past two days not only made him confused, but also frightened.
He loosened his grip slightly, but didn't dare to let it go completely. His other hand had already been released, trying to close the window, but he couldn't reach it.
He turned around and saw Ke Chen still standing at the door, and his face sank: "Why don't you come over here and close the window."
"Huh? Oh..."
Ke Chen came over confused and closed the window.
The moment the window was locked, Fu Wujun finally let go of his hanging heart, and he let go of Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan just glanced at him calmly.
"You and Ke Chen should go out first."
He said, his hoarse voice still full of fatigue.
After receiving the order, Ke Chen quickly smiled and said to Fu Wujun: "Director Fu, let's go out first."
Fu Wujun didn't dare to go out, so he responded with a cold face: "I won't go out."
Fu Jingchuan looked at him: "Don't worry, I won't jump, at least not now."
Ke Chen: "..."
Fu Wujun couldn't help but look at Fu Jingchuan.
Although his face remained lifeless, it didn't look like he was lying to him.
But he was a little worried.
Fu Jingchuan turned to look at him and curled his lips: "If I really want to do something, do you think you can handle me?"
Fu Wujun's face darkened, but it was hard to get angry.
What Fu Jingchuan said is true.
Fu Jingchuan's tone softened: "Dad, please go back and rest first. Don't worry about me. I want to be alone."
As soon as his tone softened, Fu Wujun couldn't say anything more.
"Then...then you take care of yourself." Fu Wujun finally nodded lightly. When he followed Ke Chen and turned around to walk out, he looked back at the window uneasily. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but speak, "The windows are too wide open, the floor is high and the wind is strong, so it's unsafe. We'd better have someone install a protective Internet cafe."
Ke Chen: "..."
He couldn't help but look up and glanced at Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan ignored him and sat down on the desk with his back to the door, still looking out the floor-to-ceiling window motionlessly.
The tall back still carries a hint of desolation and loneliness.
Fu Wujun also saw it and sighed secretly, but did not dare to disturb him anymore.
"Let's go first. You should have some peace and quiet first. If you're really feeling bad, go for a drive. Don't stay bored in the house all day."
Fu Wujun said, but did not wait for Fu Jingchuan's response.
He didn't dare to disturb him anymore. He sighed and gently closed the door. Then he turned to look at Ke Chen worriedly and asked him, "Have you, Mr. Fu, ever seen a psychiatrist?"
Ke Chen was not sure what Fu Wujun meant by this sentence and looked back at him with confusion.
Fu Wujun was worried about other people in the office, so he lowered his voice and asked him: "Is he depressed?"
If so, he was really afraid that he would lose control and jump.
