Chapter 884

Along the way, Fu Ting's legs bent and his body shook, as if he could not stand steadily. If it wasn't for Zhang Hongbo, he would have fallen.

Fu Ting's line of sight has been following Ning Wan. Suddenly, he cried softly, fell to the ground and made a sound.

Ning Wan, who is not far away, hears it and turns back immediately.

"President Fu -" exclaimed Zhang Hongbo.

Without thinking about it, Ning Wan has rushed over, embracing Fu ting with open arms and trying to hold the heavy body, "Hey, stand still."

Fu Ting giggled, his arms wide open, as if he was really drunk.

Zhang Hongbo has a dignified face and concerns in his eyes. When he touches Fu Ting's eyes, he stops his hands and lets Ning Wan hold him.

"Stand firm." Ning Wan's body is thin. It's hard to help Fu ting.

Fu Ting seems to be deliberately against Ning Wan, putting all the weight of her body on her, and still giggling.

Ning Wan looks to Zhang Hongbo, "what are you still doing? Come and help? "

"OK, here we are." Zhang Hongbo passed silently and held Fu Ting's arm.

On one side, Feng Nan has been watching Fu ting and Ning Wan's actions silently, never saying a word.

"Send him back." Ning Wan's eyebrows were a little unhappy.

Zhang Hongbo looks down at Fu ting and sees that he is half closed with his eyes silent. He guesses something in his heart. He says to Ning Wan beside him, "Ning Wan, do me a favor?"

"What?"

"I'm a big man who can't take care of people. Can you help me send him back and cook a bowl of wake-up soup? OK? "

Ning Wanzheng was about to answer. Feng Nanyang raised his eyebrow and said, "there is someone in Mr. Fu's house to wait on him. Is it possible that he can't turn around? Besides, if Ning always goes by, the family member will be angry. "

Zhang Hongbo smiled. "Fu will never go home tonight."

Feng Nan chuckled and pointed inside. "Ning Zong, shall we go in?"

"This..." Ning Wan's face appeared with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng. I'll send Mr. Fu back first and then come back. Do you think it's ok?"

Feng Nan's smile was still on his face, and he couldn't see his displeasure. "Fu always has assistant Zhang to escort him, maybe he doesn't need Mr Ning's help."

"Mr. Feng, I've been drinking too."

With Zhang Hongbo's words, Ning Wan said, "Mr. Feng, excuse me first. I'll have a meeting." When Fu Ting is finished, she will find a reason to stop Feng Nan. She doesn't need to come here at all.

Ning Wan and Zhang Hongbo are holding Fu ting to leave. They hear Feng Nan say, "it's not safe for you to drive a woman in the evening. I'll take him back."

A few minutes later, Feng Nan appeared in Fu Ting's car.

Zhang Hongbo, who was sitting in the copilot's seat, looked back several times. Mom, Fu would not be angry, would he?

In the back seat, Fu Ting lies on Ning Wan's body, his eyes open and squint sometimes, and he starts whispering and laughing sometimes, as if he is really drunk.

"I always thought Fu had a good drink." Feng Nan is holding the steering wheel, smiling softly.

There was no one in the car to talk to.

After a while, Zhang Hongbo said: "recently, Mr. Fu has been suffering from stomach pain. In addition, he drank a lot of wine this time. It's understandable that he got drunk like this."

"When did he have a stomachache?" Ning Wan remembers that his body is very good, and he doesn't know that his stomach is uncomfortable.

"I have just had a stomach disease in recent months. I have to take good care of it. Alas..." Zhang Hongbo sighed and looked at Ning Wan from the rearview mirror. "Unfortunately, for all kinds of things at home and abroad, how can Fu keep his heart and mind at ease?"

Ning Wan didn't speak for a while. Fu's family was not as good as before. Naturally, there were fewer people taking care of Fu Ting's daily life. He works hard, I think it will be hard to get rid of this stomach disease for a while.

"Is it here?" Fu Ting's car is parked at the intersection of an alley.

The lane is narrow and only one meter wide, so vehicles can't get in.

What is this place? Ning Wan got out of the car and looked around. She didn't remember that Fu Ting had such a place.

Feng Nan got out of the car and glanced around. "I don't see any apartments or residential buildings here."

"It's in the alley." Zhang Hongbo got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and difficultly led Fu Ting out of the car

Fu Ting raised his head, his eyes were dim, his face was abnormal red, "what is this?"

"You forget that you rented a house of more than 30 square meters here. Tonight you said you didn't want to go back, so we brought you here."

Seeing Fu Ting's body shaking and almost unsteadiness, Ning Wan stepped forward and held him.

Zhang Hongbo said, "it's in there. Can you send Fu Zong in?"

It's said that it's time to send Buddha to the West. Now it's here. It seems that there's no reason not to send Buddha to the West.

"How about Ning Wan?"

Ning Wan nodded softly.

The alley is not very safe and clean. There are all kinds of rubbish on the ground. The smell of rotting comes from it. It's very pungent.

"How to choose such a place?"

Zhang Hongbo sighed a long time, and there was sadness on his face that could not be concealed. "It's cheap here, just to avoid song Siqin and the old man. Alas, the life of President Fu is really bitter. "Rather than talk, follow him inside.

The road inside is very small and narrow. When they get to the fork, they turn left, pass several trash cans, and walk towards a shabby five story building.

Under the window on the second floor, there are some big words - Binbin hotel.

This is a hotel? Ning Wan was too surprised to say a word. She had never seen such a shabby hotel.

"Not here." Zhang Hongbo explains.

Fortunately, it's not here. Ning Wan glanced inside.

The front desk in the hotel is a man in his early twenties, with a black tattoo engraved on the back of his hand, which climbs from the back of his hand to the inside of his thick arm. Next to him stood a woman in a miniskirt. Her coat was very violent. She had colorful fingers and cigarettes on her fingertips. She was winking at the people behind Zhang Hongbo.

Ning Wanshun looks at the past. How does Feng Nan catch up?

Feng Nan's eyebrows were locked, and he didn't seem to see him here.

By the way, he seems to have a habit of cleanliness. Ning Wan sends out a smile in his heart. Feng Nan, that's what you're going to end up with.

"Mr. Feng, if you don't like it here, you can go out and wait for us."

Feng Nan avoids a banana skin on the ground, slowly looks to Ning Wan's side, smiles lightly, "it's OK, it's very good here."

Good? It's strange that it's very good. Ning Wan murmured in his heart. He tried to overcome the obstacles in his heart. What did he have to do here?

Suddenly, she understood. Maybe Feng Nan is testing Fu Ting's details.

Continue to walk inside, Zhang Hongbo points to an old two-story Corridor: "it's here."

The steps to the second floor are made of wood. After years of wind and sun, they have mottled marks and some rotten. The stair handrail is made of iron, only with rust on it, and a little touch will fall on a large piece of scrap iron.

Four people go up, the stairs are shaking, it seems that there is a possibility of "death" at any time.

Feng Nan hooked his lips and stretched his voice line Fu will always live here. "