#1113 Reality (3)

When Fu Beizhe went home, heavy snow covered the road outside, and a thick layer of snow made a creaking sound when he stepped on it.

He frowned irritably and walked faster.

Tinnitus began to appear, giving him a splitting headache.

When he entered the door, he took off his hat, his short black hair was wet, the traces of melting ice and snow.

He didn't feel cold at all.

just annoying.

I don't know what's bothering me.

Fu Beizhe paused when he opened the door, and suddenly whispered, "Weiwei."

A crisp and sweet response sounded from the door, "Fu Beizhe, you're back."

She always called him by his name.

He doesn't respect him like others at all.

But it was so good that my heart softened and melted.

It may be that there is always a hint of sweetness in her voice, which is addictive.

After listening to her, I wanted to hear more.

Didn't even care what she said.

Fu Beizhe pushed open the door, his eyebrows were still dignified, but he still walked into the door.

There was a screen inside the door.

However, he suddenly found that the screen was put aside, and a woman was sitting thinly on a chair with her back to him, wearing a light blue cheongsam, which was quite beautiful.

Fu Beizhe's footsteps stopped sharply, and his eyes turned red.

He closed his eyes, and the huge despair in his chest formed an empty sadness.

He whispered again: "Weiwei?"

The woman whispered, "You're back."

Fu Beizhe was silent, he didn't even open his eyes.

The woman said, "Fu Beizhe, where have you been? I'll wait for you until the meal is cold."

The sound is right.

The tone is also charming.

Even the back of the woman looked like her.

Fu Beizhe really wanted to make his eyes blind, his ears not good, and even his mind empty.

Only then can he lie to himself.

The woman in front of him was his Weiwei coming back.

The woman said again: "Fu Beizhe..."

Boom, a bullet swept past her ear, shooting her hair down.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed. The voice was completely different from when she spoke just now, with an uncomfortable sharpness.

Fu Beizhe finally opened his eyes again. He raised his hand and held the gun, his eyes were getting cold, and his expression was terrifyingly violent.

"Who let you in."

The woman turned her face, and her face turned out to be a bit like Bai Weiwei.

She knelt down in horror, "Young Master, I, I, I..."

Before the words were finished, a couple behind the screen suddenly appeared and knelt down in fear.

"Young Commander, we brought her here. Madam has gone after all. It's not a problem for you to miss her by ventriloquism. After all, the Fu family still needs descendants, and this girl was carefully selected. She is the most like Madam. "

Fu Beizhe looked down at them.

This couple was the pair of ventriloquist masters he took Bai Weiwei to meet back then.

Over the years, every time he had a terrible headache and madly wanted to kill someone.

He would greet them and sit behind the screen.

Then imitate Bai Weiwei's voice, so that he can get a little bit of pitiful tranquility.

He can even write his own lines and script.

The sweet life after his marriage to Weiwei was written by him.

Even in the end, he didn't think it was written.

It's the life they should live.

Li Xinghe said he was crazy, but he was not crazy.

He knew better than anyone that she was gone.

But he had to rest, and he lived twenty-four hours in the agony of losing her every second.