Facing his deceptive beauty, Qu Yan forced himself to look away, "It's not bad, it's just a bit empty."

"If you like it, you can take care of this building in the future. You can design it any way you want." He said, a light word that decided the ownership of a building.

Qu Yan raised his eyebrows, "No, I don’t have your courage. I can go with hundreds of projects under my hand. Just an LP makes me big enough. Speaking of LP... by the way, grandpa. How long is the debt due?"

She once again shifted the topic to a place that had nothing to do with Fengyue.

He knew her thoughts and her move to change the subject well, but he didn't pursue it, just replied, "It's been handled, you don't need to worry anymore."

"Then how much debt did you deal with?"

"I can't remember." He replied without blinking, as if he had completely forgotten how much money he had paid back when he helped him.

Qu Yan said helplessly, "Ji Zhuoran, you won't be so confused."

But he asked cunningly, "Since Grandpa has already handed over the debt to me, and didn't even notify you of the specific amount, how could I go against his old man's last wish?"

His attitude made Qu Yan a little weak for a while, "Ji Zhuoran, sometimes you really make me feel helpless, do you know?"

"I know."

She suddenly became angry, "You are always like this. When you want to be good to me, you treat me unreasonably well; when you are bad to me, you won’t give me any notice, just so suddenly. I'm broken; when you hide something from me, you will never tell me, and I, every time I can only know the truth from others, am I so untrustworthy? I'm so unworthy of your mouth Do you know anything in it?"

But Ji Zhuoran actually apologized honestly, "Sorry, it's all my fault."

"But if you are wrong, you won't change it! You still go your own way. Yes, we don't have any contradictions now, but what about the future? Song Rou's death is still there. Qu Shouquan and your grandfather will live for a few years. I will be released from prison, so many things are still in front of us, I really...have no confidence in the future." She said, with a vague grief in her eyes.

Yes, she also knows that as long as she is willing to accept it now, she can live happily with Ji Zhuoran, but what about in the future?

The road before them in the future is still full of thorns.

"Song Rou's death has nothing to do with you or me! I will deal with your father's affairs. As for grandpa's affairs, it is not your fault. We will never live together again in the future. You don't have to worry about it like this." Hug, pass the heat in the body continuously to her.

She turned her head, but saw that the city was like a giant studded with pearls, crawling under their feet.

There seemed to be the coolness of the night wind in her voice, "Ji Zhuoran, can I believe you?"

"certainly."

"Well, I'll bet with you again, but if you do anything that hurts me, I will never give the next chance." She said, her voice firmed up.

"Neither will I give you another chance to leave me."

After speaking, he lifted her small face and pressed a loving kiss on her lips...

the next day.

Zhong Yunle went to the bus station as usual. When he passed the old building, he took a look and found that the car that had been parked outside the old building for several days had disappeared.

A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, then he shook his head, continued to smile and raised his head, and continued to walk forward.

The road in front of him is still long, and he doesn't believe that he must have no chance.