Every time Su Nan mentioned their "three years", Fu Yechuan's heart would be crushed by a huge rock.

It seemed that no matter what he did, it was useless.

He knew very well that during those three years, he was the only person in her heart, like light and air.

Then he failed to give her the love she wanted, and she disappeared.

Sometimes Fu Yechuan couldn't help but think about it.

If he treated her better, if he hadn't forced her to donate blood and ignored her pain, would it be a different ending now?

There was a look of pain on his clear and stern face, and even his smile became so bitter.

"Su Nan, you always use a knife to pierce my heart, you know I won't do that."

He approached her, his eyes were pure black and bottomless, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse.

"What you don't like, I'll never do."

Su Nan avoided the overwhelming cold around him and avoided his gaze.

What does he want to do?

"None of what you do is flattering..." Su Nan muttered with her arms crossed.

Fu Yechuan's face froze, and his black eyes were deep.

She coughed, her eyes suddenly swept to the drawer.

Walking over, she took out a thick stack of RMB, she thought about it, and took out two.

"Reward, after all, I slept with you all night..."

She stuffed it into his pocket, then threw the rest of the money on the table and turned around casually.

Fu Yechuan's face darkened to the extreme in an instant.

Angry to death!

Who dares to do this to him?

Just humiliating him!

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down, his face was tense, and he was cold and deep.

The more angry, the more helpless.

He watched her go to the living room to drink water.

Forcibly suppressing all his emotions, he walked out with a calm expression, grinning through gritted teeth.

"It's too polite, I can't use so much..."

Su Nan looked at him silently, blinked, and the corner of his mouth raised for a moment.

"I know, more than a tip."

Fu Yechuan: "..."

Maybe he shouldn't be humiliating himself.

Calm, Calm, Be Calm!

The phone in the living room rang, and Su Nan walked over to pick it up.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"it's me."

Su Nan paused for a second, "Shang Qian?"

She was a little surprised, how could Shang Qian have this phone number at home?

She didn't notice that when Fu Yechuan behind him heard the name, his face instantly turned cold.

He forbeared those dark thoughts and despicable emotions in his heart, and stood there quietly, waiting for Su Nan to hang up the phone.

One minute, one second, it's extraordinarily long.

"No one answered your cell phone, so I asked Shadow Emperor Su, and he told me your phone number here. I tried my luck, but I didn't expect there was someone."

Shang Qian's tone was gentle, and he sounded relaxed.

Su Nan: "The phone was left at the club where we ate last night, and I haven't had time to get it..."

...

It's just that Shang Qian apologized for what happened yesterday and wanted to explain it to her face to face.

Su Nan was not in the mood, and he was very uncomfortable, so he declined.

After hanging up the phone, she realized that there was a second person, but Fu Yechuan didn't even move at all?

As soon as he turned his head, he fell into his gloomy and indifferent eyes.

Deep and dark.

Before he could speak, Fu Yechuan's expression changed. The corners of his lips rose, with an unprecedented smile:

"You guys are really together?"

Su Nan didn't want to explain more: "This is not something you should care about."

Fu Yechuan's smile was cold for a moment.