Chapter 868

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Fang Yang swallowed hard. Good, good, good, you're so eager for me to die, right?

They really are his good fans; he was really moved to death!

The lackey got out of the car quickly, answering while opening the door for Fang Yang, his attitude even lower to the extreme.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. is absolutely right."

For the big shot's mysterious appearance, the lackey didn't dare to be negligent. Not only that, he didn't even dare to call Fang Yang's name.

Fang Yang was panicked inside now and didn't notice the car had stopped until the lackey got out and opened the door.

Looking at the other party's cautious attitude, Fang Yang was even more nervous, and even his legs felt like they weren't listening to him.

Because the way the lackey opened the door was like urging him to go over quickly.

"Mr., please this way, our boss is here."

Looking at the other party's urging attitude, Fang Yang could only bite the bullet and move forward.

"Good."

Fang Yang nodded indifferently and followed slowly.

"We're here, the boss is in this room, please come in."

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, Fang Yang felt like he had arrived in front of the Yama Hall, and he, a living person, could become a dead person at any time.

Fang Yang ignored the fawning lackey on the side and pushed the door open.

"The person who sent me over said you wanted to see me?"

Looking at the middle-aged man sitting in the room reading a book, Fang Yang was a bit straightforward.

"Heh, quite straightforward."

Looking at Fang Yang, who had no fear at all, even Li Zimu nodded secretly.

Not bad, at least compared to those lackeys of his who would kneel and beg for mercy at every turn, Fang Yang was much braver.

"I heard your cooking is excellent. You've seen Li Wuyou, right? That little girl has been clamoring to eat the food you made again since she came to me."

Li Zimu didn't let him sit down. After all, Fang Yang was brave, but he didn't have the qualifications to sit on equal footing with him.

"Li Wuyou, I have indeed seen her."

Li Zimu nodded again. Very good, few words.

"Good, since that's the case, go prepare it. Just ask that kid for the kitchen."

Without mentioning the relationship between Li Wuyou and himself, Li Zimu indirectly didn't admit the father-daughter relationship, which inevitably misled people into thinking Li Wuyou was his niece or something.

"Cooking? Why?"

Fang Yang frowned. His attitude was that he didn't expect to go back alive, and Li Zimu didn't need to deliberately find trouble for him before killing him.

"Heh, Fang Yang, right? I wonder, how long has it been since you've seen your parents?"

Li Zimu put down the book in his hand with a smile, the threat in it simply overflowing.

Fang Yang, who heard this, and the people in the small room, all changed their expressions, except for the fans who were watching the fun.

(Wow, his family has been kidnapped, it's really an unsolvable situation, after all, those are his parents.)

1191. Brother Yang, you should at least resist a little! You're almost becoming an emoji! (Seeking full subscription)

(Who says it isn't? Although the character Brother Yang plays hasn't seen his parents, he doesn't seem like a character who can watch his parents die.)

Fang Yang clenched his fists, glaring fiercely at Li Zimu.

"Heh, good eyes, but what can you do? Are you going to make this meal or not?"

Looking at Li Zimu's confident attitude, Fang Yang really wanted to bite a piece of meat off him, but he couldn't, and he didn't dare.

"Ahahaha, make it, of course I'll make it. It's my honor to make food for Miss Wuyou, I'll go right now."

Fang Yang chuckled and ran to cook happily.

Seeing Fang Yang's attitude change so quickly, even Li Zimu, who had been in the business for many years, was stunned.

"Heh, good kid."

Li Zimu came back to his senses, and thousands of words finally just turned into a laugh and a shake of his head.

(No, Brother Yang, you just gave in like that?)

(Exactly, at least resist a little. You're almost becoming an emoji, do you know that?)

(Oh oh oh, I know, I know, is it that "your judgment of people is really accurate" one!)

(Yes, yes, that's the one!)

And Fang Yang didn't care at all. Being able to bend and stretch is what makes a man!

"Sigh, I still want to live a few more years, stop messing around."

Fang Yang was very dissatisfied. Do you know how scared he was! Do you know how much he wanted to run away inside!

No, you don't know, and no one knows. After all, the fans think he's acting in a drama, and the police think he's really ready to die.

Police: Sir is righteous, worthy of being worshipped in the temple!

"Sir, you came out so fast?"

Not far away, the lackey immediately leaned over. He didn't expect the other party to come out so fast, but he didn't know what the other party said. After all, eavesdropping on the boss's conversation, that's not wanting to live, right?

"Hmm, well, where is the kitchen?"

Fang Yang nodded slightly, then asked for the location of the kitchen. After all, Li Zimu had said to just ask him.

"Oh oh, I know, I'll lead the way for you!"

I don't know when, but the lackey had started using honorifics, and even Fang Yang didn't notice.

"Hmm."

Fang Yang nodded and followed the lackey's footsteps forward.

"This is it? It's so big."

Fang Yang stopped and looked blankly at the house in front of him. This, this is too big, right?

And it was a specially organized kitchen. Doesn't it feel too luxurious?

"Sir, this is it. As for what's inside, it's not convenient for me to go in."

The lackey moved aside, ensuring Fang Yang could enter smoothly.

"Good, I'll call you if I need anything."

Fang Yang nodded again, very calm. After all, he was likely going to die soon, so what's wrong with being cold to people? At this point, why care about others' opinions?

If that were really the case, then the time before death would be too sad.

"Although I knew it was big, being here in person still feels so shocking."

Fang Yang was very surprised to see this kitchen, which was bigger than his original small broken house. All kinds of kitchenware, tableware, and even many refrigerators and freezers were stuffed full.

Inside were all precious ingredients.

"Good, so luxurious."

At this moment, Fang Yang's mouth could hold eighty eggs. What kind of concept is this?

Is this the luxury of rich people?

(Indeed, so luxurious.)

(Originally I thought pets eating better than me was the limit, but I didn't expect the ingredients to live better than me, I really...)

(Heh, brother, you're not alone.)

(Damn it? Dare to scold me! Come, come, you kid, report your location.)

1192. Ah? Really going to make it? Are you sure it's not a fake prop? (Seeking full subscription)

Fang Yang wiped the sweat that wasn't on his forehead slightly. Is it possible that the other party didn't mean that at all?

"Since it's for Li Wuyou to eat, then follow the boss's requirements."

Walking around in the kitchen, the dazzling array of ingredients made Fang Yang very excited, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.

Of course, if someone ordered food, he probably wouldn't be so troubled.

"Damn! Make it! Make whatever is expensive! I'm going to die anyway, so what's wrong with being willful for once!"

Fang Yang slapped himself directly. He was actually hesitating about the ingredients.

The other party is so rich, does he need him to save money for him?

Besides, his own life probably won't last a few days, so why not take this opportunity to enjoy it?

(Ah? Really going to make it? Are you sure it's not a fake prop?)

(Joke, what is Brother Yang's status? A man who does everything realistically, how could he find fake things to deceive people? It must be real!)

Soon, the sound of knives and cutting boards colliding and the sizzling sound of ingredients entering the pot sounded in the kitchen. ===== CHAPTER 869 =====