Chapter 435 Leaving

He was so shocked that he subconsciously drank a sip of tea to calm down, but he didn't expect that the tea was actually cold.

The tea leaves were not brewed at all.

What surprised the fat man even more was that the water was also raw, not boiled, and should have been directly taken from the tap.

"Doctor." Looking at Jiang Cheng's appearance and the cold cup of tea, the fat man was inexplicably panicked, "Are you okay?"

He subconsciously thought that this mission had a profound impact on Jiang Cheng.

It was that strange bronze door.

The doctor was standing in front of the door at that time. He might have been affected by the door in a way he couldn't understand.

"Are you still not telling the truth?" Staring at the fat man, the suppressed emotions in Jiang Cheng's eyes completely broke out.

He couldn't figure it out. He had already said this, why didn't he admit it.

He had given the fat man many chances.

He thought that the fat man would give many reasons, such as being coerced or trying to steal something from him. He had already thought of it. As long as the fat man admitted his mistakes, he could let it go.

What he couldn't stand was being treated as a fool all the time.

Reaching out his hand, Jiang Cheng grabbed the fat man's collar at a very fast speed and directly pushed him against the back of the sofa. The huge force frightened the fat man's face.

"Doctor, what's wrong with you?" The fat man was shocked, and the teacup fell to the ground. The sharp fragments flashed coldly under the light. "I have never lied to you. What I said is true. If you don't believe me, I can accompany you to Echeng."

When he heard the word Echeng, Jiang Cheng's eyes exploded with a cold light. He didn't expect that this timid fat man was actually an acting school.

At this point, he was still thinking about getting away with it.

He was so angry that he raised his hand and punched the fat man in the face. This time he restrained his strength, but he also made the fat man's nose bleed.

Just when he was about to throw a second punch, the fat man's fearful and aggrieved look made him stop.

The bits and pieces of the past appeared in his mind. To be fair, he was very good to him, not the kind of good that seemed good, but really good.

In the ancient copy, he once risked his life to come back to inform him.

And in the copy they just left, if it wasn't for the fat man who moved Li Zumei, he and Jiao Tailang would have died.

In the end, it was him who shared the pressure of the door for him, so that he had the opportunity to escape.

If the fat man wanted to kill him, he didn't have to do anything.

After shaking for a long time, Jiang Cheng still let go of his hand, stumbled back a few steps, and sat back on the sofa. At this moment, he looked more lonely than the fat man.

"You go."

The fat man's face was covered with blood, but he didn't care to wipe it off. He was completely stunned. He didn't know why he was fine just now. What happened?

What happened to the doctor?

What did he have to explain himself?

I clearly said everything that I said was true

Suddenly, he thought of what Boss Lin said to him not long ago. Now, putting the two things together, I'm afraid they are all doubting me.

Doubting my origins?

The fat man knew that the doctor had been through a lot recently, and he couldn't help but think too much.

But he never expected that the doctor would doubt him.

"You go." Jiang Cheng sat on the sofa, then reached out and picked up a backpack from the sofa. With a flick of his hand, the backpack rubbed along the ground and fell to the fat man's feet.

This is his bag.

The bag was bulging, obviously the doctor had packed it for him in advance.

He was going to drive him away.

All good things must come to an end

But I didn't expect it to be so fast and so sudden.

And the fat man pursed his lips, tears rolling back and forth in his eyes, still in such an unbearable way.

Maybe he was angry, or maybe he was too sad. The fat man wiped the blood under his nose, then stood up and bowed to the doctor.

"Anyway, thank you for your care during this time, doctor." The fat man said, "I have never deceived you or betrayed you, not before and not in the future."

The fat man picked up his bag and walked towards the door alone, "I'm leaving, doctor, take care of yourself."

The fat man, who always hesitated, was surprisingly decisive this time. It was not until a long time after the fat man left that Jiang Cheng, who was sitting on the sofa, came back to his senses.

He walked slowly to the kitchen. Judging from his movements, he should want to make himself a cup of coffee, but just after adding the coffee, his hand took the coffee cup under the faucet and turned it on.

The cold water splashed metallic coffee foam, and Jiang Cheng's hand shook, and the coffee cup fell into the sink with a crisp sound.

It didn't break, but just kept spinning in it.

With his hand on the edge of the sink, Jiang Cheng gasped for breath. He suddenly felt panic in his heart. Darkness spread around him, and he had the illusion that he was going to be swallowed by darkness.

He raised his left hand tremblingly, and a dark red door was vaguely revealed under the palm.

As the door opened, his shadow on the wall began to distort, and a pair of blood-red eyes that could not help but open slowly.

Under the street lights, people were hurrying back and forth.

The night gradually deepened.

A light rain began to fall from the sky.

A tall woman held the collar of her windbreaker tightly, lowered her head, walked quickly, and finally even changed direction.

Because she caught a glimpse of a man on the side of the road.

He was fat, tall, and strong, but he looked a little abnormal.

A man was walking slowly there, without an umbrella in his hand, and carrying a large backpack. The backpack strap was very long, and even part of it was dragged on the ground, mixed with mud and water.

He gave people a muddled feeling, not like a good person.

A drunkard.

Or a homeless vagrant.

The woman didn't dare to look at him anymore, fearing that something might happen, and left quickly.

The fat man walking alone on the street didn't care about the woman's opinion of him at all, or more accurately, he didn't even notice the woman.

He was soaked all over, but strangely, he didn't feel cold.

His mind was full of the words the doctor said to him.

It seemed that he wanted to explain himself.

But the funny thing was that he didn't know what he should explain himself.

He even had a bizarre idea, whether he could just explain something casually, even if he made up something, the doctor would keep him.

He wouldn't drive him away.

The rain was heavy.

There was a rumbling thunder in the sky.

There were almost no pedestrians on the street. The fat man raised his head. Under the dark night sky, countless raindrops were like arrows, as if they would sink into his eyes.

The bag in his hand was heavy, and he stretched out his hand to open it.

Inside was a large work suit that he had worn at the beginning.

He picked it up and put it on casually, not for anything else, but because he felt tired of carrying it, and he also felt that the bag was cumbersome.

But at the moment he put on the work suit, he touched something very heavy, in the big pocket on the left.

He slowly took it out, and inside was a brown paper bag the size of an envelope.

Untie the winding line.

Inside was a thick stack of money.

There was also a good smell of perfume on it.