Ye Qingsong suddenly turned his head and saw a tall figure with his face hidden under a hood.

  She who was fearless suddenly shuddered, "Who?"

  The man smiled: "I've bullied her before, I don't want to let any of them go, so let me send you off instead..."

  Why is it that when others kill themselves, they have the satisfaction of doing it themselves?

  The man came at her like a gust of wind, and she only had time to see a face of absolute beauty before a large hand clamped down on her throat. Her feet suddenly left the ground, and her entire body was suspended in mid-air outside the railing, with an abyss of thousands of feet below, where falling would mean certain death...

  Fear!

  Every pore is shouting this word.

  Ye Qincheng suddenly grasped the man's hand tightly, at this moment, she was afraid, and she didn't want to die anymore.

  Gu Qingqing looked up at the sky, her hood almost covering her entire face.

  Ye Qingcheng's phone happened to fall right beside her feet.

  The night sky on the hundred-meter high place, actually nothing can be seen clearly, but she just knew that man was up there.

  She raised her hand and pointed.

  "Xiao Qi!" Gu Chen ordered.

  Fu Qi rushed into the hotel with his men.

  Gu Chen did not leave immediately, but instead took another look at the little girl they had once held in their hands and cherished, as if looking at her would make him miss her even more.

  He said: "Old Three wants to see you."

  Gu Qingqing did not respond with a yes or no, and turned around to leave.

  Gu Xuan didn't enter the hotel until her figure disappeared into the darkness.

  There is a street in Seoul, formerly known as Cheon Street. The streets on both sides are planted with magnolia flowers. Every spring, when the winter cold has not yet dissipated and the spring warmth has not yet arrived, the magnolia flowers will bloom one after another, competing to open their petals. The entire street is filled with beautiful flowers, making it a grand sight in Seoul.

  Suddenly one year, someone with a guilty conscience dug up all the yulan flowers and planted weeping willows on both sides of the street. When spring came, the willow catkins flew everywhere, creating a dreamlike scene. However, they triggered bronchitis in children and rhinitis in adults, so they were eventually dug up again. After several rounds of this, the street was abandoned.

  Now nicknamed "Waste Street", the cursed street.

  On both sides were old shops waiting to be demolished, the streetlights were dim, Fu Hangyan stood by the road, his silver hair floating gently in the cold wind, and when he saw the little girl running towards him, he opened his arms.

  She used to be a lovely little girl, with jasmine flowers blooming vigorously on the streets. She would run towards him with her short legs and jump into his arms, calling out softly: "Third brother, hug me."

  She was still a young girl who would use baby talk to be coquettish.

  Looking at the little girl rushing towards him, Fu Hangyan was extremely satisfied. Despite freezing all her assets, she still showed such enthusiasm for him.

  Open your arms and welcome her arrival, "Little Nine."

  The little girl grew up and ran like a small cannonball, turning around to reveal her bright face, the next second...

  Wow!

  A hook punch landed squarely on his chin.

  Fu Xingyan dodged and weaved but was still hit hard, his teeth cracking against his lips, fresh blood filling his mouth.

  "Give me back my money!"

  Gu Qingqing sat on his body and grasped his collar.

  It's settled then.

  Fu Xingyan calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Unprovoked assault, fine of one million!"

  Gu Qiangqiang's hand holding his collar suddenly lost its strength, and compared to playing a rogue, she seemed not as fierce as San Ge.

  She stood up with a sullen expression, and the little girl looked at him coldly.

  Fu Xingyan rubbed his swollen chin that had been hit by the small cannonball, smoothed out his rumpled collar, and got up from the ground.

  "Tonight I'll send Big Brother and the others abroad. Don't get involved in their affairs, 'Wolf Warrior' is watching closely, if you're not careful, your identity will be exposed."

  Fu Xingyan pulled out a box from his coat and handed it to her, "Your favorite stinky tofu. I brought it back by air, aren't you touched?"

  Gu Qingqing's face stiffened: "I think if you return the money to me, I might be even more moved."

  Fu Xingyan smiled, "Don't daydream, eat up while it's hot."

  A gust of cold wind swept through the deserted street, Gu Qing crouched under a utility pole, savoring the long-missed Cháng Jì stinky tofu.

  Fu Xingyan took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, then took out a thermos from his pocket, poured out a capful of water, blew on it, and handed it to her when the temperature was just right.

  Ten pieces of stinky tofu were quickly devoured, and it was time for them to part ways.

  "I watched you leave," Fu Hangyan said.

  Gu Qingqing didn't like chattering with people, turned around and walked away, but her footsteps slowed down more and more, finally stopping.

  She turned around and looked at the man not far away.

  "Third Brother."

  Fu Xingyan: "Huh?"

  She remembered that when she left the capital, Fu Hangyan's hair was still a fashionable grandma gray. In less than two years, the grandma gray had turned into pure silver white, smooth and shiny in the moonlight, beautiful but also dazzling.

  "Are you going to die?" she asked.

  Four words drifted into Fu Xingyan's ears on the cold wind.

  Fu Xingyan's mouth slightly hooked, "Not before you grow up and get married."

  Her face was suddenly chilled by a gust of cold wind. Gu Qiangqiang turned her head back, no longer looking at him, and waved her hand, "Remember to leave the inheritance to me."

  Fu Xingyan lost his smile, what about his inheritance?

  Maybe it can bring her some comfort.

  Gu Qingqing's figure disappeared at the end of the long street, Fu Xingyan leaned against a utility pole, lit a cigarette for himself, and suppressed the emptiness and loss in his heart.

  It wasn't until about half an hour later that Gu Chen came over.

  Gu Chen didn't say a word, Fu Xingyan just looked at his face and said: "Did Gu Qing run away?"

  Gu Chen didn't answer.

  In GF9, Gu Jing is the most uncertain existence and a person who may cause a huge disaster at any time.

  At that time, Gu Chen's "defection" was mainly aimed at protecting and supervising him.

  In fact, in GF9's values, there has never been a concept of "defection", they just want to live a good life, but this society can't accommodate them.

  Fu Xingyan didn't ask any further questions, and it wasn't his place to intervene in the affairs of the two Gu brothers. He handed over a stack of plane tickets and passports to Gu Chen, warning: "Don't come back to China again."

  Gu Chen took it over, but replied: "It's impossible."

  Fu Xingyan: ……

  "There's still something we need in the ancient tomb," said Gu Chen.

  Fu Xingyan sighed: "Gu Chen, stop being obstinate. If you come back again, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out alive. It's not just the 'War Wolf Group' that wants your lives."

  Xiao Jiu is a "national treasure", no one dares to do anything to her, but you are different, you are targets that anyone can kill at will. If you are really caught, what awaits you is endless torture in the laboratory, worse than death!

  "I have no choice but to do this."

  Fu Xingyan: "What does it mean?"

  Gu Xuan did not conceal his research results over the years:

  "Xiao Jiu's genes are the most perfectly merged among us, perhaps she will achieve those old guys' dream of longevity, but it is also possible that she will 'perfectly' merge our fatal flaws."

  Fu Xingyan: Ahhhhhh!!!

  "Next year, she'll be eighteen years old, her genes will tend to mature and stabilize, whether good or bad, it's time to make a judgment."

  "What's the morbidity rate?" Fu Xingyan felt his own voice trembling slightly.

  "50%."

  So high...

  The cigarette butt burned his hand, and Fu Hangyan's face lost color.

  Will their little Jiu be like them too?

  This winter seems colder than before.

  "What do I need to do?"

  "No need! Just sit tight in your neutral position."

  Gu Chen shook his head and left, the desolate long street becoming increasingly bleak.

  (Note from the author: Genes are all nonsense, don't take it seriously!)