Wen Ruan suddenly seemed to understand why Fu Zhihuan left the Fu family for so long.

Because of more than 20 years of repression.

He was afraid that one day he would become a lunatic.

But fortunately, from beginning to end, Fu Zhihuan never became such a person.

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, and after being quiet for a while, she said softly, "I should have told you that twenty years ago, I was kidnapped, right?"

Fu Zhihuan nodded: "Yes."

Wen Ruan said with a low smile: "Actually, I can't remember the specific things, but I can remember it very clearly. I was really scared and scared at that time."

"I probably fell asleep later and dreamed that my parents were sitting in the living room crying non-stop. Then at that time, I suddenly felt sad, not because of fear, but because I saw them so It hurts, I feel very, very sad."

Speaking of this, she paused, looked up at the dim yellow light in front of her, and lost her senses for a while.

After a while, she chuckled again and said softly, "I think your sister must have the same idea as me. If you see your brother being so sad because of himself, he will definitely I couldn't help but want to cry."

Fu Zhihuan didn't speak for a long time, just raised his eyes, his eyes moved slightly, and then he tightened his arm around Wen Ruan.

After a long time, he smiled lowly and said, "Are you comforting me?"

"Hmm."

Wen Ruan did not deny it, but nodded lightly, with a soft tone: "I'm just comforting you."

Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Wen Ruan was so peacefully nestled in his arms, such a small and exquisite one, she spoke in a soft voice, comforting herself softly.

Obviously she was angry with herself, but she took care of her emotions as if she didn't hold grudges.

Fu Mingheng said something really right—

"Just come back and meet your fiancée, I bet you'll like her very much after spending some time with her."

I really like it.

Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened and he shouted, "Wen Ruan."

"Huh?" Wen Ruan turned her head subconsciously.

The next second, Fu Zhihuan raised his hand and clasped the back of her head, making her raise her head slightly, and then brought the person in front of him.

Bent over and kissed her forehead.

"!"

The beating of the heart came with unparalleled clarity.

At this moment, the irritable footsteps of "bang bang bang" came from outside the door, mixed with Fu Mingheng's slightly frightened tone: "What do I rely on? People? Why do I get off work? Back home without a fart? Fu Zhihuan, you—"

As he spoke, he reached out and pushed open the door.

With the sound of "squeak", Fu Mingheng raised his eyes and met the two of them perfectly.

The air froze.

After half a minute of silence, Fu Mingheng finally moved.

He silently nodded towards Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan, then closed the door again without saying a word, and then sincerely shouted across the door: "I'm sorry! Excuse me! "

This series of reactions made Wen Ruan's blushing face even redder, the strength in her hands deepened, and she pushed Fu Zhihuan away neatly, and then jumped out of bed at once , began to curse angrily: "Rogue! Satyr! Big pervert!"

: "Well, it's also a pick."

Pick people?

Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she had been molested by this dog man.

…how can this person be so nasty!

First come to win her own sympathy to soften her heart, and then take advantage of it unexpectedly to eat tofu, and after taking advantage of it, say these nonsense words to provoke people!

No scumbag has such a complete strategy!

Wen Ruan's heart was beating fast, but she had to pretend to be calm.

She bit her teeth, turned her head fiercely, and was about to go out angrily, but just as she pressed the door handle, she heard someone behind her shout softly.

"Wen Ruan."

"What?"

"Now, can I have a chance to pursue you?"

“…”

"No! Absolutely not! Not at all! Impossible!"

After saying that, he slammed the door angrily and left.

Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbly as he looked at the back of her leaving with fire.

Originally wanted to get up to chase, but found that it became difficult for him to even prop up his body to adjust his sitting position.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the palm of his hand holding Wen Ruan's arm just now, his eyes moved slightly, and his fingers gradually closed.

People will always become more greedy.

For example, at this moment, he just wanted Wen Ruan to stay by his side.

[Fu Mingheng]: Where are you guys? ? Why did I find out when I got home that all the servants had run away, and only Wen Ruan and my brother were left in the room chatting with each other.

[Mother Fu]: Are they reconciled?

[Fu Mingheng]: No, I was interrupted.

As soon as this message was sent out, there was a long silence in this temporarily pulled up group chat.

After a while—

[Mother Fu]: Where are you going? You say where are you going home? Usually you have to sleep at the company when you want to go home for dinner, why do you have to run home happily tonight? We two old people finally gave your brother a chance, and you were abruptly messed up by you!

[Fu Mingheng]:? ? ? ?

[Fu Mingheng]: Why don't I come back to sleep? ? ?

However, the parents did not give Fu Mingheng a chance to struggle. After the reprimand, they simply withdrew from the group, leaving Fu Mingheng alone to choked in the silent group chat.

His hands were trembling, and he even wanted to light a cigarette.

Since Fu Zhihuan came back, his life as a big brother has become more and more difficult.

I even said goodbye to my favorite sports car today.

Whatever you think is the fault of this younger brother.

Fu Mingheng lit a cigarette and didn't smoke, just put on a sad look and thought quietly.

And at this moment, the door was pushed open again.

Wen Ruan came out from the inside, her cheeks were slightly red, and the whole person seemed to be very angry.

But when she passed by Fu Mingheng, she stopped and said politely, "Brother Fu, I'll go back first."

Fu Mingheng hurriedly put out the cigarette: "Why don't you leave now and stop chatting with Fu Zhihuan?"

Wen Ruan turned her head and threw out two words expressionlessly: "No chat."

Fu Mingheng froze in his heart.

Is it possible that I really messed up this little couple?

If my parents knew about this, they would definitely have to dismember the newly bought sports car.

Thinking about this, he quickly stopped Wen Ruan and persuaded with a smile, "No more tea?"

Wen Ruan saw Fu Mingheng's intention at a glance: "I don't drink tea."

"How about a snack? There's some in the fridge."

"I don't want dessert today."

"Would you like a few drinks then?"

"Just out of the bar."

"Otherwise I'll treat you to supper?"

Hearing this, Wen Ruan stopped, turned his head, looked at Fu Mingheng carefully, and took a deep breath: "Okay, ten strings of meat tendons, ten strings of crisp bones, and ten strings of veal. Five strings of chicken wings, three strings of duck feet, one grilled tofu, one grilled leek, extra spicy with a little more cumin and a can of Coke."

Fu Mingheng: "…"

It is you.

Finally, Mr. Fu Mingheng exchanged delicious food for a rare long talk.

The two were sitting in the living room, with a can of Coke in front of them, while waiting for the takeaway, they had a very formal, heart-to-heart exchange.

Fu Mingheng: "Xiao Ruan, do you really want to break off your marriage with Alu?"

This first question, let Wen Ruan stop.

This morning, when she had not received any news from Fu Zhihuan, she really really wanted to end this love that had not yet begun.

But after tonight, she was shaken hopelessly.

No other reason.

I just feel that Fu Zhihuan seems to be real and likes himself a little bit.

Seeing Wen Ruan hesitating, Fu Mingheng also had an idea.

He sighed, stretched out his hand and picked up the can of Coke in front of him, opened the can and drank it, then said in a low voice, "When Alu didn't meet you before, he did talk to his family about it. We broke off the marriage, but you know why?"

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes: "Because he doesn't like me."

Fu Mingheng: "No."

The unexpected denial made Wen Ruan look up in surprise: "No?"

Fu Mingheng laughed, put down the cola in his hand, and said with a bit of apology: "Speaking of this, I may still blame and feel sorry for you. It started a long time ago, because I couldn't get out of some things, and there was a serious psychological trauma. Although no one has mentioned it, I always worry that one day, he will really be unable to think about it. "

"Afterwards, our two families got close. My mother thinks that you have a lively personality and are very suitable for Alu. It is possible to make him happy and make him interested in things around him."

"That's why this engagement was made."

These words, for some reason, made Wen Ruan's mood a little depressed.

Although it sounds like a recognition of myself, it is more like treating myself as a cute toy, without any communication, I can arrange my future like this.

But she also knows that Mr. Fu's family is very good. Although they are a little selfish, they are not unreasonable people.

So, Wen Ruan suppressed the loss in her heart and asked softly, "And then."

"Then, Alu came to call off the marriage."

Fu Mingheng smiled bitterly, recalling what Fu Zhihuan had said: "He said—"

-"Stop messing with other girls"

-"She should live happily ever after."

- "Not a little canary to make me happy."

“…”

I have been worrying for so many days that Fu Zhihuan's love for him is just like that of an earl, who wants a little animal to accompany him to relieve his boredom.

But only now.

It turns out that he is the one who sees himself as an independent individual from beginning to end.

Fu Mingheng said: "Wen Ruan, Alu really likes you."

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Stubbornness at four in the morning.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Xue Junjie girlfriend, Qi Sifan 10 bottles; coriander? 8 bottles; I don't have 5 bottles of taro pie; Kaka 1 bottle;

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