Fu Xiyu said nothing, nodded politely, his face slowly became more gloomy, turned around, and left coldly.
The girl looked at Fu Xiyu leaving with a cold face, feeling regretful that she hadn't met such a man, or two.
Fu Xiyu was angry. Didn't this stupid woman tell her that she would wait for him to pick her up?
Not only did he leave, he also left with Fu Xichen. Thinking of this, Fu Xiyu's eyes became even more angry.
This woman really turned a deaf ear to his words. He told her to avoid suspicion, but she actually forgot about it.
This damn woman!
Fu Xiyu took out his phone and called back to the villa. Uncle Quan answered the call.
"Has Chen Ruoyi gone back?"
"Well, the young mistress and the second young master came back together at noon. But..." Uncle Quan held the phone and glanced back at the second floor.
"But what?" Fu Xiyu said coldly.
"But it seems that the young lady came back after crying. Moreover, after going upstairs, she never came down."
"I'm going back now!" Fu Xiyu was shocked and quickly hung up the phone.
What happened to Chen Ruoyi?
He drove home, not knowing why Roy was crying.
Fu Xiyu was making guesses along the way.
Ruoyi cried and threw herself on the bed and fell asleep. She woke up in the evening. The light in the room had dimmed. Her mood became much more stable. She got up gently, opened the curtains, and looked at the twilight of the autumn evening.
She did not turn on the light, but stood quietly by the window, looking at the road outside the villa.
Fu Xiyu should come back tonight. She has many questions to ask him now.
After Ruoyi cried, her eyes were extremely cold, and she stood quietly by the window, looking outside.
After a long time, a car finally drove over on the twilight street.
Stopping at the door of the villa, Roy's eyes turned cold and she clenched the curtains tightly with her hands.
It was Fu Xiyu. Fu Xiyu got out of the car and hurriedly walked into the villa.
"Is the young master back? The young lady is in the room upstairs." Uncle Quan came out of the kitchen and glanced at Fu Xiyu.
Fu Xiyu nodded, walked upstairs, hurriedly walked to Ruoyi's door, and knocked gently: "Chen Ruoyi?"
There was no sound from the door, so Fu Xiyu banged it hard and said, "Chen Ruoyi!"
At this time, the door was gently opened. Ruoyi stood quietly inside the door. When she saw Fu Xiyu standing at the door, she turned around gently and walked towards the house.
Fu Xiyu frowned, walked in, looked at the dim light in the room, and said in a deep voice: "Why don't you turn on the light?"
As he spoke, he pressed the button beside the door, and suddenly the room became brightly lit.
Only then did Fu Xiyu see clearly Ruoyi's face and her eyes that were red from crying.
"What's wrong with you?" Fu Xiyu's heart ached, and he walked up and looked at her.
Ruoyi bit her lip slightly, her eyes were cold, and she looked into Fu Xiyu's eyes steadily, and said coldly: "Fu Xiyu, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Fu Xiyu was a little confused, "What do you want me to say to you?"
Ruoyi sneered, took a step closer, raised her head, and said solemnly: "Fu Xiyu, I saw it today. She went to find you. Why did you do that?"
"What did you say?" He frowned and looked at her pale face distressedly, still acting cold and strong.
"Fu Xiyu, what happened when you gave her money? Is it for my sake? Or do you have a habit of giving money?"
Ruoyi spoke coldly, with a dissatisfied sneer on her lips. At noon, she saw the middle-aged woman leaving Fu Xiyu's company with satisfaction.
Ruoyi understood in her heart that the only thing that can make such a woman satisfied and smile is money.
Seeing Ruoyi's look, Fu Xiyu thought of something and turned his head slightly: "It's just some small money."
"Fu Xiyu! Who asked you to give her money! You bastard!" Ruoyi was so angry that she was shaking all over, pointing her index finger at Fu Xiyu's face and yelling.
"Chen Ruoyi, is there something wrong with you?" He said in a dissatisfied voice.
However, Ruoyi's reaction was beyond Fu Xiyu's expectation. Ruoyi trembled with anger and tightly grasped the hem of Fu Xiyu's clothes.
She yelled hysterically: "Who asked you to give her money? Who asked you to give her money!? It would be better if that kind of cruel woman died! Looking at her familiar appearance, it must not have happened once or twice.
How much money did you give her and why did you hide it from me?"