Chapter 2266

The housekeeper responded most quickly, "good morning, sir."

The other servants responded and immediately bowed their heads.

Fu Jincheng, dressed in sports clothes, went to the door as usual. Lin Yixun raised his head and wanted to say hello to him with a smile. But when he raised his head, his smile froze on his face, holding the hand of the newspaper and unconsciously pinching it tightly.

Fu Jincheng took a look at her, drew back his eyes, and was about to leave. Lin Yixun suddenly stood up from his chair and took a deep breath. After half a sound, he said, "Jincheng, what's wrong with your hair?"

Fu Jincheng didn't stop, but he thought of something and looked back at the housekeeper and servant. Their faces were the same as Lin Yixun's.

He touched his hair, said nothing, and went for a run.

The servant was puzzled and asked what happened to the housekeeper. The housekeeper stood there for a long time without answering. He looked back at Lin Yixun. Lin Yixun's face was very ugly. The housekeeper laughed. When he didn't see it, he yelled at the servant and went to work.

Lin Yixun's blue veins protruded from his neck, and his mood at the bottom of his heart was hard to calm for a long time.

Fu Jincheng usually comes back after running before 8 o'clock, and today is no exception.

After he came back, although the servants didn't ask anything, they didn't look at Fu Jincheng secretly any more. Fu Jincheng was about to go upstairs to change his clothes. After waiting on the sofa for 40 minutes, Lin Yixun stood up and said, "Jincheng, are you back?"

"Well, what's up?"

"I --"

Lin Yixun's vision still falls on Fu Jincheng's head.

Fu Jincheng went straight upstairs.

He was almost wet through. He found a suit of clothes and went to the bathroom for a bath. After that, he went to the cloakroom next door to find clothes for work. On the wall near the door of the cloakroom, there was a large full-length mirror. Fu Jincheng didn't look at it much when he came in. But when he finished picking out his clothes and passed by the full-length mirror, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He stopped and looked into the mirror

I immediately find out what's different between myself in the mirror and my ordinary self.

Hair.

Although he is more than 40 years old, his thick hair is still dark, and the quality of his hair is better than that of the young man 20 years younger.

But now his thick hair, black no longer, instead, is full of white hair.

Fu Jincheng looked at himself in the mirror and felt strange. His eyes showed the confusion that had never appeared for a long time.

That look, as if in the mirror of oneself, is not he, is others forged.

At this time, Lin Yixun knocked on the door and came in, "Jincheng..."

"What's the matter?"

"How about your hair..."

Lin Yixun swallowed saliva, but he still opened his mouth.

"I don't know."

"Then --"

"Have you had breakfast?" Fu Jincheng opened the topic.

Lin Yixun shook his head. Fu Jincheng said, "let's go downstairs and eat together."

Lin Yixun was taken away by him until he finished breakfast and went back to work. Lin Yixun didn't come back.

But Fu Jincheng seems to be very energetic, just got on the bus, ignored the driver's sight, said: "go to the hair salon."

The driver responded.

That morning, Fu Jincheng went to the hair salon. As soon as he sat down, he received a call from Qin Jingxu. He looked at the screen and didn't answer.

Qin actually seems to have something urgent to ask him, he does not answer, he has been fighting, Fu Jincheng finally, or pick up, Qin actually took the lead to speak, "where are you now?"

"What's the matter?"

"I'm in G city."

Fu Jincheng droops his eyes and says, "well," Qin Jingxu is in a complicated mood. "Where are you now? I'll find you

"I have something to do. I'm afraid it's a waste of time for you to come to me."

"What are you doing?" Qin Jingxu's tone is a little blunt, "where are you now? I heard that the younger martial sister was buried at 10:30 in the morning, and there is still an hour left. Where are you? "

"You came to the funeral?"

"Yes."

Otherwise, what is he doing here?

"Then you are busy."

"You --"

Qin Jingxu is a fool also heard, angry trembling all over, "you don't want to participate?"

"No?"

"Do you think so?" Qin Jingxu sternly asked, "why do you think you can?"

Fu Jincheng did not answer, Qin Jingxu roared: "why did she die? Why did she die?! Why did you say she died?!! You say it

He didn't wait for Fu Jincheng to answer, and he didn't wait for Fu Jincheng to answer, so he continued to roar: "you know better than anyone, she died because of you, she was killed by you!

Fu Jincheng, I don't care whether you still love her or not. I don't know whether this word has ever existed in your heart, but... She was killed by you, but you didn't even want to give her the last ride. Fu Jincheng, are you still human? "

Fu Jincheng listened, did not speak, but did not hang up. Qin Jingxu said to himself: "yes, you are not human. How can you be human? If you are human, your blood must be warm, but your blood is cold. You are not human at all. If you are human, how can you do such a thing

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He said a lot, but Fu Jincheng didn't respond. Qin Jingxu sneered: "I was so stupid that I thought Xiaojin would move you and warm your heart. Yes, you did. Yes, I am also the culprit... "

Qin Jingxu's voice is getting smaller and smaller. It seems that he doesn't want to talk any more. Finally, he hangs up.

Fu Jincheng holding the mobile phone, as if studying something, looking at himself with white hair in the mirror.

There are not many people having their hair cut in the morning, but there are a lot of staff in the hair salon. They are all fashionable young people, and their hair styles are very distinctive. Most people don't do it.

But they all stare at Fu Jincheng.

After the hairdresser came, he felt a little strange, "Sir, did you find a stylist to make your hairstyle?"

Because Fu Jincheng's hair doesn't look like the type of young white hair.

Fu Jincheng still looked at himself in the mirror, "right." The hairstylist thinks it's a bit strange, because Fu Jincheng is dressed in a well pressed suit, from leather shoes to necktie. Looking at his temperament, besides his elegant manner, he has a natural momentum in sitting,

At first sight, he is not an ordinary person. He is not very old. He seems to be only in his thirties, but less than forty years old. How can he have such white hair?

Although the white hair of the guest is still very good-looking, he just feels that it doesn't match and is a bit abrupt.

Stylist can't help but communicate with him seriously, "Sir, what kind of hair do you want to do?"

When he spoke, he handed him a lot of his collection of more suitable for his modeling, and said: "Sir, your face and skin, I personally think any hairstyle is good-looking, but the hair color thinks black is the most suitable for you, do you see?" Fu Jincheng laughed, "don't move, just dye black."