: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (33)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (33)

Under such circumstances, he even forgot where he was.

Is it in a psychiatric ward?

After a long time, Fu Ji calmed down. This was Yan Ran's home.

It was already dark. Only the TV in the living room gave off a faint light, and the surroundings were pitch dark.

He stood up with his hands on the ground, his face returned to normal except for the dripping sweat.

In such a quiet space, Fu Ji went upstairs.

When passing by the study, the door was not closed tightly, and a faint light shone from the air inside.

He landed silently, like a ghost floating outside.

Through the crack in the door, his eyes looked over.

When he saw the scene inside, his expression gradually stiffened, and even the muscles on his cheeks slowly twitched.

It was like he was abandoned in the endless cold deep sea, with all the blood in his body solidified.

The tall and straight man held down his thin shoulders. The distance between them was so close that they were almost touching each other. Yan Ran's upturned eyes had a faint blush, like a touch of rouge spread at the end of the eyes. They were red and white.

The light shone on her face with a seductive look.

They are kissing.

——

Yan Ran returned to the bedroom covering the wound on her mouth.

The light in the bedroom was turned off, and Yan Ran went to the bathroom quietly.

After taking a bath, she lay on the bed. She thought Fu Ji was asleep and moved very lightly.

Yan Ran's sleep quality has always been very good, and she quickly fell into sleep.

With his back to Yan Ran, Fu Ji, who had already fallen asleep, had his eyes open in the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish.

——

Fu Ji was watching an art exhibition when he received Fu Yi's call.

Fu Yi's somewhat angry voice came over the phone. This was the first time Fu Yi had lost his temper like this: "Fu Ji, you don't really think that you can do whatever you want after hooking up with Yan Ran. You made Yan Ran cut off from the Fu family."

Is there any benefit to you from our cooperation?”

Fu Ji stopped in front of a painting, observed it carefully, and replied casually.

"It's no good, but I just like it."

Fu Yi's tone was extremely cold: "Do you think Yan Ran really likes you? She is just playing for fun, the person she loves is me!"

Fu Ji smiled, still not slow: "Really? She told you personally?"

These words left Fu Yi speechless, and his breath was obviously unsteady.

It seems that Yan Ran not only stopped cooperating with the Fu family, but also did something even more egregious to make Fu Yi lose his composure.

Finally, Fu Yi held back his anger and left a sentence.

"Fu Ji, I will let you see the reality clearly."

Fu Ji put away his cell phone and continued to watch the art exhibition, as if it was just a small episode.

When we came back, it snowed heavily and Fu Ji fell ill.

He didn't tell anyone that he was sick and hid in bed. When Yan Ran came back, he found that he had a severe fever, over 39 degrees.

Yan Ran was shocked. She took a clean towel and wiped all the sweat off Fu Ji's body, then wiped it again with alcohol.

Fu Ji's body was very cold. Yan Ran increased the temperature of the air conditioner, which made her sweat all over. Fu Ji still felt cold.

After soaking the medicine, Yan Ran lifted Fu Ji's upper body up and coaxed softly: "Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji, it's time to take the medicine."

Fu Ji didn't want to eat it. He was cold all over and cursed viciously in his mouth.

His voice was too soft, and Yan Ran couldn't hear him clearly despite being so close.

But it can be felt that Fu Ji's mood is very unstable at this moment.

Perhaps, no matter who you are, you will become extremely vulnerable as soon as you get sick.

She didn't know who Fu Ji was scolding, but she still coaxed him to take medicine softly.

After coaxing him for a long time, the man finally took the medicine. After cooling down, the temperature of his body rose rapidly again, almost to the point of burning.

Fu Ji's hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his sick face. His eyes were half-opened, and his face was flushed with fever. He trembled and murmured in a very thin and hoarse voice: "

I hate you, I really hate you... Why don't you die, why..."

He spoke of hatred, but his eyes were red.

He uttered vicious curses and was shaking so hard that he couldn't speak.

But there is no doubt about the turbulent and twisted hatred in it.

He really hates and wishes Yan Ran to die.

The overwhelming emotions almost overwhelmed him, and he couldn't resolve the hatred. He bit Yan Ran's arm hard.

He still didn't let go until his mouth was stained with blood.

"Hate me," Yan Ran tucked the hair stuck to his face behind his ears, caressed his face gently, stared into his violently trembling pupils, and said softly, "If you can feel better."

There will be hatred, crying, and venting out, which is good.

It would also be good if all the hatred was focused on her.

Hate, hate with all your heart.

It doesn't matter if Fu Ji wants to destroy her.

She lowered her eyelashes, and her cold white face was like a jade statue, compassionate and cold.

——

When Fu Ji woke up, he had a splitting headache and a burning throat, as if his throat had been burned by a piece of lava.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel a warm hand touching his forehead.

He is young and strong and has a healthy body and a good immune system. His high fever subsided a lot after one night.

Then, that very soft, very hoarse voice sounded in my ears.

"Xiao Ji, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

As soon as Fu Ji heard this voice, his head, which was already in severe pain, felt like being pricked by needles. The voice in his ears was still echoing, but he felt extremely bored. He slapped his hand away and didn't know what he hit.

The next second I remembered the sound of breaking glass.

The cup was smashed into pieces, and hot water spilled all over the young man. She quickly flicked the hot water away, but she was still burned.

Yan Ran has cold fair skin, an unhealthy and sickly pale complexion. It is easy to leave marks on her body, not to mention that boiling hot water is poured directly on her.

The back of her hand was red, and blisters quickly appeared after a while.

Fu Ji lowered his eyelashes to cover the emotions in his eyes. His voice still sounded weak, "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to..."

Yan Ran covered her burned hand, with a very pale expression on her face. Her hair was jet black, her complexion was cold white, and she was wearing a white cashmere sweater. She looked light and as ethereal as water, as if she had no trace of anything for a moment.

The suspense was shattered.

She smiled, the arc was very small, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was bright and eye-catching.

He didn’t say anything, just asked: “Are you still feeling uncomfortable?”

Fu Ji's face turned pale, and his facial expression became particularly soft. He raised the corners of his mouth towards Yan Ran and said, "I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. Brother Yan, why don't you go check on the injury on your hand first?"

Yan Ran didn't care very much: "The water is not hot, so it won't be serious."

She got Fu Ji another cup of hot water before leaving.

Fu Ji didn't touch the hot water, even though his throat was already sore at the moment.

Fu Ji: I hate you, I hate you the most!

(Every part of my body is hard except my mouth)
Chapter completed!