Fu Xiyu held Royi's hand tightly and whispered: "Yes, I am a bastard! Is it okay?"
Ruoyi cried uncomfortably, leaning on the bed and squatting on the ground, letting out all the hesitation and suppressed pain in her heart.
Fu Xiyu comforted Ruoyi.
He had never heard Ruoyi say these words before. While Fu Xiyu felt sorry for her, he also felt a little secretly happy. Did this woman open her heart to him?
He gently lifted his hands, picked up Roy, and placed her on the bed. His hands kept stroking Roy's hair. Then, he took out the photo from her hand and placed it on the table.
"I will never give her any more money from now on." He promised in a deep voice, his face as handsome as a god was filled with seriousness. "I promise."
After hearing Fu Xiyu's words, Ruoyi curled up slightly and lay on the bed.
Neither Fu Xiyu nor Ruoyi noticed that standing outside the unlocked door was Fu Xichen with unpredictable eyes.
Hearing Fu Xiyu's words, Fu Xichen smiled naively, turned around slightly, and walked back to his room.
Fu Xiyu gently turned on the desk lamp and looked at Ruoyi's sleeping face on the bed.
He leaned over gently, pressed a kiss on the corner of Roy's lips, and gently exited the room.
Close the door gently and let her sleep peacefully.
Fu Xiyu unbuttoned his shirt and walked slowly downstairs. Fu Xichen was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching the football game on TV.
"Is she asleep?" Fu Xichen looked back slightly and looked at Fu Xiyu who was going downstairs.
"Yes." Fu Xiyu walked to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and sat on the sofa.
The two of them were silent, and Fu Xiyu did not ask Fu Xichen why he came back with Ruoyi.
Fu Xichen didn't ask what happened in Ruoyi's room just now. The two of them were watching the football game on TV, as if they were deliberately ignoring the question.
In fact, neither of them had their minds on TV.
After a long time, Fu Xiyu suddenly said softly: "Uncle called me today."
"Oh? What is it for?" Fu Xichen pretended not to care and turned around, looking into Fu Xiyu's eyes.
"He said that he wants you to return to China this time and find a girlfriend to get married in China. It is best if you are well-matched. The old man still doesn't want you to marry a girl from abroad!"
Fu Xichen curled his lips and said, "He married my mother, and he didn't mind that my mother was a foreigner. Now he wants me to find a domestic girl."
Seeing Fu Xichen's look, Fu Xiyu also smiled and said, "Anyway, it's up to you."
"Okay, I understand, I will pay attention!" Fu Xichen smiled and nodded, with a cynical look on his face.
"Otherwise, I will hold a reception in a few days and look for the rich people of several groups for you?" he said.
Fu Xichen listened and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I just like beauties at cocktail parties!"
Fu Xiyu nodded, stood up, and walked upstairs, "You should go to bed early later and don't stay up late."
"I know!" Looking at Fu Xiyu's figure disappearing in the direction of Ruoyi's room on the second floor, will he sleep in Ruoyi's room tonight?
Fu Xichen had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of sourness in his eyes. He held the remote control tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to crush it.
A bitter feeling spreads throughout the body.
He wants to find a wealthy daughter to marry, but what should he do if he doesn't like her at all?
Who will he like? Who will it be?
Fu Xichen grabbed the remote control and gently changed the channels, one after another. Finally, he couldn't watch anymore, turned off the TV, stood up gently, and walked upstairs.
Fu Xiyu went upstairs, gently opened the door of Ruoyi's room, took off his suit, lay on the bed, and gently wrapped Ruoyi in his arms.
Ruoyi slept soundly, probably because she was tired from crying, like a baby.
Thinking of the way Ruoyi opened her heart to him just now, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
Shrinking slightly, Fu Xiyu buried his head in Ruoyi's hair, smelling her body fragrance. Why had he never felt like this before, sleeping with this woman in his arms would be so comfortable.
The coldness disappeared from his handsome face, and he gently pulled the quilt between the two of them.