: Life is always a long and regretful life, and the water will grow east (58)

Author: Yaoli

: Life is always a long and regretful life, and the water will grow east (58)

It was not too late to get home. Fu Ji was fiddling in the kitchen, humming a song on his lips, and he looked in a good mood.

Yan Ran took off her coat and only wore a white shirt. She folded her sleeves a few times, revealing her beautiful wrists.

She sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and let it burn herself without smoking.

After about ten minutes, Fu Ji came out with the food. He didn't seem surprised to see Yan Ran at all, and smiled for the first time.

"Here you come back so early?"

Yan Ran did not turn around, did not speak, and did not respond.

Fu Ji didn't care either. He brought out all the dishes in the kitchen and called Yan Ran to have a meal.

Yan Ran, sitting on the dining chair, did not move his chopsticks.

Fu Ji asked, "Why don't you eat it? I prepared it specifically for you."

Yan Ran looked at the man's expectant and soft eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and his voice was mute: "I'm not hungry."

Fu Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Yan Ran up and down, as if he didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

This is the first time Yan Ran made such a request. In the past, no matter how full she ate or how unpleasant he cooked, Yan Ran would finish her noodles without changing her expression, and even say something like a reward after eating, and it tasted good.

So much so that he thought he had auditory hallucinations.

Yan Ran sat there, looking cold and said calmly: "I'm not hungry now."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ji's lips were curled up straight, and he hugged his arms with both hands, expressionless on his face.

The air seemed to be stuffy and suffocated.

Yan Ran closed her eyes, took a deep breath, sniffed, calmed down, and his voice was still hoarse: "I want to tell you something."

"You said." Fu Ji spoke very quickly.

Yan Ran was silent for a moment, organized the language, and tried to be as subtle as possible, "Uncle Fu is hospitalized, don't you go and see it?"

Fu Ji smiled, with an indescribable sense, and then pierced her with that cold look, as if she was about to pierce her whole body.

He didn't answer, but just looked at Yan Ran with a smile.

This kind of eyes made Yan Ran very uncomfortable.

Yan Ran frowned and said calmly, "You can choose not to go. I just ask, you need to look at me with this kind of gaze. Xiao Ji, I won't hurt you."

A simple question may be that from Fu Ji's perspective, or that Yan Ran is blaming him, thinking that he is heartless, thinking that he is cold-blooded and heartless, at least they all think so.

Of course this is correct, Fu Ji is such a person.

But it was not in Yan Ran's eyes.

Yan Ran saw the indestructible coldness in his eyes and pushed her away.

It made her unable to get close.

Yan Ran lowered her eyes and looked at the dishes on the table, raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, felt the dazzling light of the incandescent lamp, and sighed.

Yan Ran didn't want to ask more questions and whispered, "Don't worry, they won't come to trouble you."

This was just to make the person on the other side feel more at ease. Yan Ran had no appetite at all. As soon as she wanted to get up and leave, she heard a low sneer from the man on the other side.

Yan Ran paused, Fu Ji slowly raised his eyes, squinted his eyes, looked at her with contempt and cold expression, and said lightly, "Then should I thank you?"

The voice was low and cold, as if it was fermented from an ice cellar, and it hurts even more than the cold wind outside.

Yan Ran's expression remained unchanged, and my fingers consciously crossed together, quietly listening to his content below, following his real, real, and inner thoughts.

After pausing for a moment, Fu Ji continued with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Do you believe me? Do you really believe me? In fact, you also have an answer in your heart, it is no different from them, it is just that you pretend to be better than them. In fact, like them, you also think I am a monster."

Half of these words are true and half are false. At least, Fu Ji did not have the anger that appeared on the surface.

Yan Ran's expression moved slightly, and he looked at him, his heart thrust in pain.

Fu Ji didn't seem to want to know her answer, nor did she want to know her reply.

Maybe I just don’t want to stay with Yan Ran.

The chair rubbed against the floor and made a harsh sound. The man's strong and tall figure rushed over and left quickly.

He is going out.

Without taking two steps, I was expected to be held back.

Yan Ran stood behind him, walked around him, holding his face, and slid his index finger on his side, very gentle: "Don't be angry, don't miss me so much."

Fu Ji's face was very cold and heavy, and he couldn't even look at her.

Yan Ran smoothed his frowning eyebrows, pinched his face, and kissed his lips: "How could I not believe you?"

"I will always believe in you."

Fu Ji stood still without moving, his eyes turned slightly, and he looked at her condescendingly.

Yan Ran lowered her eyes and did not see the man's sight. The red mole on the tip of her nose was so beautiful and so bright that it touched people's hearts. It seemed that everyone would be drunk.

Under the bright light, Fu Ji took the initiative to hug Yan Ran. The force on his arms was very heavy, and the two of them pressed tightly together.

A trace of contempt and mocking arises at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes are cold, so deep that they cannot see any slight waves.

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Mr. Fu's illness was as expected and very serious. Fu Yi ran to the company and went to the hospital at night, taking care of him with all his heart. All of this was seen.

Many nurses think that the eldest son of the Fu family is a very filial and polite person.

He looks handsome, has a gentle personality, is very orderly and decisive.

Everyone felt that if Mr. Fu left, the Fu family would definitely be Fu Yi’s possession.

As for the youngest son, I'm sorry, not many people know this person.

Yan Ran has been there several times, as long as he has time.

I bought a bouquet of flowers and put them on the cabinet next to the hospital bed to add vitality.

I also met Fu Yi, but the two of them just met simply and didn't say a word.

Fu's mother was still not very welcome, but Yan Ran didn't care.

Every time Mr. Fu waits for Yan Ran, he will ask.

"Is he doing well?"

Yan Ran said: "It's okay."

Mr. Fu's expression suddenly felt relieved. He was in a clear mood, but you didn't know what you thought of, and quickly fell down again.

Yan Ran looked at him and asked, "Do you want to see him?"

It is certain to see you. After all, he was his biological son. Yan Ran didn't know what the father and son had talked about in the study that day, so Mr. Fu became like this, but no matter what, Fu Ji must be unable to escape.

After all, Yan Ran wants to help him become a good relationship, but not much, just make him safe.

Yan Ran wanted to mend the bad things Fu Ji did, otherwise the leaking wind would hurt Fu Ji.

Mr. Fu showed a sad and far-fetched smile, "Forget it, he doesn't want to see me, so he won't get in the way of his eyes."

There is another chapter, post later

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