"I know, I know." Fu Xichen had deep worry on his handsome face, and gently patted Roy's shoulder to comfort him.
Ruoyi cried indulgently in front of Fu Xichen and kept wiping her tears.
With steady strength, his hand patted Zoë's shoulder gently and comfortingly, bringing her encouragement and comfort.
Ruoyi cried ventedly for a long time before she gradually stopped crying, wiped away her tears, choked slightly, and her eyes were slightly red.
"Let's go!" she said softly.
Fu Xichen nodded and started the car again. This time, Ruoyi didn't speak and walked quietly all the way home.
When the two returned to the villa, it was just 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and Zoe hurriedly walked into the villa carrying her bag.
Uncle Quan saw Ruoyi's figure and asked doubtfully: "Young mistress, shouldn't you be in class now?"
Ruoyi didn't answer and hurriedly walked towards the second floor with her bag in hand.
Only then did Uncle Quan see Ruoyi's reddish eyes from crying, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he looked at Ruoyi's back in confusion.
If he wanted to say anything else, Roy's figure had disappeared from the corridor on the second floor.
Then, Fu Xichen walked in casually.
"Did the second young master and the young mistress come back together? What happened to the young mistress?" Uncle Quan asked Fu Xichen, who walked in next, confused.
Fu Xichen hid the pain in his eyes and pretended to shrug in front of Uncle Quan, saying that he didn't know either.
Then, Fu Xichen also walked up to the second floor and returned to his room.
Uncle Quan looked at the two of them inexplicably, wondering what was going on.
Royce hurried back to his room, took a shower, changed out of his clothes, put on fluffy home clothes, and sat on the bed.
Gently opened the bedside drawer, and took out a photo from the bottom and deepest part of the drawer.
Her hands were trembling a little, and she gently stroked the photo. Roy's tears fell gently, and she covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying.
With slightly cold fingertips, I touched the person in the photo and looked at the simple and smiling face.
Ruoyi's tears fell even more quickly. Some tears fell on the photo. Ruoyi hurriedly wiped them away, choking and crying.
Tears filled his eyes, and his eyes were gradually blurred by tears, and he could no longer clearly see the face of the person in the photo.
Finally, Roy couldn't stand it any longer, opened the drawer, and hurriedly put the photo into the bottom of the drawer.
He turned around, threw himself on the bed, and cried heartbrokenly.
She clutched the corners of the quilt tightly with her hands, and no matter how sad she cried, she could never see that person again.
She threw herself on the bed and kept crying until she was tired from crying, sobbed and fell asleep.
In the evening, after Fu Xiyu finished the work at hand, he drove towards the place where Ruoyi had classes.
He had said in the morning that from now on, he would pick her up from get out of class and take her to class. A smile appeared on Fu Xiyu's lips and he drove away.
When they arrived at the place where she had class, the people in the dance studio had just finished class. Fu Xiyu stood at the door and did not see Royce in the crowd.
He couldn't help frowning and asked the woman to wait for him to pick her up. Could it be that she left on her own again? No, they had just finished class now. Could it be that the woman didn't come at all?
There was a hint of coldness on Fu Xiyu's face, and his face was as handsome as a god, so cold that people didn't dare to approach him.
"Are you here to see Chen Ruoyi?" A girl walked up to Fu Xiyu with a textbook in her hand.
Fu Xiyu moved his eyes to the girl, and his original posture of leaning against the wall changed to that of standing.
The girl looked at the handsome man, couldn't help but blush, and whispered: "I am Chen Ruoyi's training teacher!"
"Excuse me, where is she?" Fu Xiyu said coldly.
"At noon, she was picked up by her brother." The girl said with a smile.
"Her brother?" Fu Xiyu's face suddenly became confused, and his handsome eyebrows frowned even more tightly.
"Well, it's just... that's the man with blue eyes!" The girl's face turned a little red as she thought of the man with blue eyes.
Is it Fu Xichen? He picked up Chen Ruoyi?
Fu Xiyu said nothing, nodded politely, his face slowly became more gloomy, turned around, and left coldly.