Six years later, I and my four cubs blew up my ex-husband's house

Fu Sichen's heart felt like something was tugging at him. He calmed down and asked, "Is An'an okay?"

Aunt Kalia said, "Fortunately, he has been crying all the time these past few days. He cried very hard last night, but it's okay. You don't have to worry about your family. We will take good care of him."

Fu Sichen responded, "Okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone, he ignored himself and reinvested in helping find someone...

Maybe the incident here caused such a big fuss that it spread throughout the K country.

In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.

Under normal circumstances, after seventy-two hours, it is time to stop looking for someone.

Not being able to find it for so long means that hope has been completely lost, and death can basically be determined.

Therefore, the K country police and the search team here came to look for Fu Sichen again.

It was still the same team leader. After seeing Fu Sichen's pressure, he didn't speak so absolutely, "Mr. Fu, we have to withdraw our team here, but we will keep a small number of people to continue to help here. .”

Fu Sichen also knew that this was their procedure, so he said: "I understand."

The voice he spoke in was even worse than the previous few days. His throat seemed to have been cut, and it was hoarse beyond words.

The squad leader couldn't bear to see him looking so haggard that he was about to collapse.

These days, they all saw Fu Sichen's behavior. He did not wait and went to the water to find people in person several times.

He almost never slept. If he did, it was because of the persuasion of his assistant that he leaned in the car and squinted for half an hour or an hour, which was equivalent to not sleeping.

At this moment, his eyes were horribly red, and he looked extremely embarrassed. There was green stubble on his chin, and he was not in the mood to clean it up. He was still wearing the same clothes from a few days ago, which were wrinkled.

The squad leader couldn't bear to warn: "Mr. Fu, we know that you love your wife very much, but you must also take care of yourself."

Fu Sichen just nodded silently, indicating that he knew what was going on.

The team leader said nothing more, patted Fu Sichen on the shoulder, and left first.

On this day, almost all the K State police and search and rescue teams had evacuated. Fu Sichen himself had hired many people, and they were still searching and salvaging on the sea.

At noon, a group of people suddenly appeared on the shore, fully equipped and looking like they were here to help.

Vincent went over and asked, only to find out that these people were sent by Di Shijing.

"President Di ordered us to follow President Fu's instructions. If you need anything from us, just ask."

In fact, Di Shijing sent someone over a few days ago.

In addition to the help from the sea, there are also special sea area experts.

The job of sea area experts is to analyze the direction of ocean currents in this area these days, as well as professionals in various aspects of weather effects...

Vincent did not expect that Di Shijing would also arrange for this group of people.

I guess I must have guessed that the K country police and search and rescue team would evacuate today.

Fu Sichen also saw it.

Vincent reported to him, "Not only were they sent by the Emperor, but some of them were sent by Mr. Jiang."

Fu Sichen nodded and said, "Then send them all out..."

"Yes."

Vincent responded, looking at Fu Sichen's eyes, but he became even more worried.

He felt that his master seemed to have changed.

Except for the haggard appearance on the surface, the entire expression has lost its color...

Especially in those eyes, something seemed to be extinguished, and their eyes became colder and more calm than before, more calm than a deep pool.

He felt that something might happen if he continued like this.

Vincent asked cautiously, "President, are you really okay?"

Fu Sichen just looked at him lightly.

Vincent asked worriedly: "Physically speaking? Is the cold poison in your body acting up?"

Before Fu Sichen could answer, Vincent subconsciously reached out to touch Fu Sichen's hand.

Fu Sichen reacted slowly and was hit.

That hand was as cold as ice.

Vincent's heart sank...

"You seem to be suffering from cold poison, but why do you feel uncomfortable? I'm going to help you prepare a medicinal bath now..."

Fu Sichen raised his hand and stopped him: "Don't bother, I'm fine."

Vincent said nothing, his mood was heavy.

He could feel that his master's body was weak at the moment, and his lips were even blue.

This was the first time that he was in such a bad state in so many years, but he was still unwilling to cooperate...

The more I thought about Vincent, the more panicked I felt.

He was afraid that if he continued to indulge like this, his master would really fall.

Vincent had no choice. After walking aside, he finally couldn't help it. He picked up his cell phone and called Nan Zhiyi who was far away in China.

If anyone's persuasion is useful now, it's probably Miss Zhiyi.

After the call was connected, Vincent quickly explained Fu Sichen's situation, "Miss Zhiyi, if possible, could you come over? I feel that there is something very wrong with my CEO's body, but now he has nothing to do but look for Wen. Miss, I can’t listen to anything…”