The boss has only one son for three generations. After rebirth, I have three babies.

Chapter 121 Got it

Hearing this, a trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes: "They have their own lives to live. I don't want to be a burden to them."

Qiao Jin's brows showed worry: "You have the right to ask your children for care. As children, they also have the responsibility to support their elders."

The old man shook his head and said, "Forget it. I've lived my life like this, and it's actually quite free. If I can leave this world peacefully one day, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find someone to take care of my affairs after I die."

When Qiao Jin accidentally took a look inside, he discovered that the old man actually slept in a coffin he bought every night!

I do this just to be able to leave with a little more dignity in the future.

Looking at the funeral clothes beside her, Qiao Rou felt heartbroken and her body trembled involuntarily.

Does the old man lie down in that clothes and sleep every night?

However, I can open my eyes again every morning to face a new day, and the days go by one after another.

Looking at the young couple in front of him, the old man originally wanted to let them stay overnight to recover their strength and make plans for tomorrow.

But considering that he really didn't have anything good to treat the guests at home, he finally took out two dried fish from the cupboard and handed them over: "There is nothing else to eat besides these dried fish. Are you willing to accept them?"

Noticing the old man's appearance, Qiao Jin accepted the gift without hesitation.

She knew that accepting the gift might make things more difficult for the lonely old man, but this might be a way to maintain his dignity.

Suddenly I remembered that my pockets were empty. It turned out that the money Uncle Fang gave me seemed to have been snatched away by those bad guys just now!

Seeing Qiao Jin's expression suddenly turn gloomy, Fu Yanlin looked at him carefully and asked the reason with concern.

Listening to the gentle words of the person next to her, she tried her best to suppress her emotions and replied, "It's okay, don't worry."

Sensing something strange, Fu Yanlin stepped forward to check his belongings.

Considering that she has been in the team for a long time and does not often wear expensive jewelry, the only jade pendant hanging around her neck is very valuable.

If the old man took it to the market to sell it, he should be able to earn much more money than he would normally earn from picking up garbage.

Through subtle changes in expression, Fu Yanlin understood Qiao Jin's inner thoughts.

So he took off the necklace and handed it to the old man, saying, "Old man, please take this jade pendant. It will be much more cost-effective to exchange it for money in the city later than to continue fishing."

After receiving this unexpected gift, the old man looked very surprised and his eyes were slightly moist.

The old man took the gift with trembling hands and replied, "What use is there for a man like me who is about to die? Why would I need so much money? Come and try the dried fish I made myself."

Then he turned to Qiao and added softly, "I clean this wooden box every day. It's not scary at all."

After hearing this, Qiao Rou couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

She shook her head: "Uncle, I'm really fine. I just don't want to trouble you. Please keep this dried fish."

She also walked over, took the peace jade from Fu Yanlin, and placed it in the old man's palm.

"The peace jade represents peace. He gave it to you in the hope that you will live a long and healthy life. Sir, please accept it."

Listening to Qiao Jin's gentle words, Fu Yanlin looked at her meaningfully, and his heart felt as if it was gently grasped, and warmth surged.

Finally, the old man accepted the jade.

But the old man only had one room, so it was naturally inconvenient for Fu Yanlin and Qiao Jin to stay overnight.

The old man couldn't bear to see them leave empty-handed. It was already dark, but the rivers around them were very calm.

The fire was out, but Qiao Jin was unsure whether he could find the way out.

The old man insisted on giving them a flashlight, worried that they were not safe.

Qiao Jin had no choice but to accept it, then said goodbye to Fu Yanlin and left.

In order not to cause trouble to the old man, the two men walked along the river without speaking a word. The only sounds they could hear were the sound of their footsteps and the rustling of their clothes against the reeds.

Although Fu Yanlin was injured, what gave him more headaches than the wound was the constant heat in his body.

There must be something wrong with the wine. When he felt something was wrong, he stopped immediately.

After such a long time, Qiao Jin was walking beside him, and waves of fragrance filled his nose, which made Fu Yanlin feel a little difficult to control himself. He pursed his lips tightly, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

His body was becoming increasingly tense.

Qiao Jin noticed something was wrong and looked up at Fu Yanlin. Seeing that he was pale and sweaty, she couldn't help but frown and stopped, reaching out to touch his forehead, "Fu Yanlin, do you have a fever?"

A warm hand came close to him, and Fu Yanlin's attention was immediately focused on her hand.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of desire.

His voice was a little hoarse, and Fu Yanlin said: "No."

But Qiao Jin still frowned and said, "Your face is so hot, do you have a fever?"

Under such circumstances, Qiao Jin felt it was normal to be so close to Fu Yanlin.

After all, in his eyes, Fu Yanlin is no different from a patient.

Qiao Jin continued to check downwards, from his cheeks to his neck to his arms, all were burning hot!

Qiao Jin's expression changed. "Why is it so hot? If it's a high fever, it will be very dangerous. We must go back as soon as possible."

Fu Yanlin couldn't stand this kind of touch, fearing that he would lose control and get out of control in front of Qiao Jin.

He warned in a low, hoarse voice, "Qiao Jin, I didn't."

"Fu Yanlin, don't force yourself."

After saying that, Qiao Jin looked around and began to tear his clothes without hesitation.

When her shirt was lifted up, Fu Yanlin could see her slightly pale belly skin in the moonlight.

He immediately lowered his gaze and pursed his thin lips again.

Qiao Jin was still unaware of the danger and was tearing off her clothes. Fu Yanlin barely suppressed his discomfort and whispered, "Qiao Jin, what are you doing?"

"Cool you down."

With a sound, Qiao Jin quickly tore off his shirt.

Qiao Jin looked down, revealing a bit of skin.

Although it was the 1990s, it wasn't that old-fashioned.

She pulled up her pants, turned around, walked to the river, squatted down, washed her face, wrung out her clothes, and returned to Fu Yanlin.

Placing the cool clothes on Fu Yanlin's forehead, Qiao Jin said, "Your fever is so high. If you don't take medicine, the only way to reduce the temperature is to use physical methods. Can you take a rest? They probably won't find us so quickly. We still have a long way to go back, so you need to conserve your energy."

Fu Yanlin's eyes became deeper and deeper, like a bottomless pit.

Then he reached out and grabbed Qiao Jin's wrist.

When Qiao Jin felt Fu Yanlin's hot palm touching her, she couldn't help but tremble, and her cheeks immediately turned red as blood.

"you……"

Qiao Jin was about to speak, but Fu Yanlin looked at her very seriously and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not a fever, but something wrong with the wine."

Qiao Jin understood immediately after hearing this!