Fu Yanye saw her tears falling so fiercely and felt even more depressed. She let other men hug her, and it wasn't this kind of thing. What kind of thing was that?
There are not many ways for a young and strong man to hold a delicate woman.
If that man dared to hug her like he did, he vowed to kill that man.
He was panting and furious.
He wanted to hold back, he wanted to coax her, but he couldn't be so mean as to beg her to get back together after she wanted to have something with another man.
The cell phone in his pocket rang, and the sad atmosphere was broken. He continued to hold her with one hand to prevent her from falling, and reached into his pocket with the other hand to take out the cell phone, looking down at the number on the screen of the cell phone.
In fact, he also wanted to lighten the atmosphere.
But when he saw the number, he suddenly became extremely irritated, and then glanced at Zhuo Jian with a cold look.
Zhuo Jian looked at his phone and said nothing for a long time.
Fu Yanye answered the call but was speechless.
And that person's voice reached their ears endlessly.
"Hello? Mr. Fu? I'm Cheng Nuo. I know I shouldn't disturb your friends' gathering that night. I've already gone to the crew to film. I won't disturb you again in a short time. I will reflect deeply. I, Mr. Fu? Hello.
?Mr. Fu, are you listening?"
The mobile phone was placed next to where Zhuo Jian was sitting, open and open.
There was nothing but the sound of the waves.
Fu Yanye was afraid that she would fall and did not leave her side. Zhuo Jian also sat there with his head lowered and did not move.
She was trying hard not to slip down, but then...
"If it's inconvenient for you, I'll hang up now. Goodbye. I wish you and Mrs. Fu a happy marriage for a hundred years."
Zhuo Jian felt that Cheng Nuo was very good at thinking he was smart and how to prevent men from misunderstanding.
But hasn't Liang Yu used this trick of hers before?
The screen of his mobile phone went dark again, and then he raised his eyes, looking deeply at the man who lowered his head and said nothing. His voice became hoarse at some point, and when he opened his mouth, he said, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes, only to see him lower them again within a second.
What else could she think of?
There is nothing left in my mind.
Fu Yanye suddenly turned her around and picked up the princess again.
His voice didn't sound as angry as before and was more restrained, "He hugged you like this?"
"How could you let another man hug you like this?"
He asked her in a hoarse, low voice.
At this moment, the whole world stopped.
Only the wind ruffled her hair and blew away her tears.
His eyes were also filled with red bloodshot eyes.
He hated that they were like this.
She said she no longer loved him, she said she hated him, and she threw away their wedding rings.
They were both awake, she was awake and pushed him away, and then walked towards another man?
No!
She can't do this to him.
"Fu Yanye, can you let me go?"
Her voice became hoarse as she begged him again.
I really don’t want to live such a thrilling life anymore.
Yes, thrilling.
Being with him is thrilling, the kind of thrill that is not real swords and guns, but more painful than real swords and guns.
Every time you go through it, it's like going through a never-ending catastrophe.
After a long time, the two of them got into the car.
Snow fell on the first floor of the car, with the heater on and both of them sitting in the back seat.
It's dark inside, the lighthouse on the sea is shining, far, far away...
Fu Yanye's chest rose and fell slowly, and the dim light from the car window came in, illuminating the ring on his hand.
How ironic.
He lowered his head and looked out the window.
"Let's start over, okay?"
He took a breath and looked at her, trying to comfort her and make her accept it.
Just treat the bad things in the past, the things that caused each other pain, as just a nightmare.
When they woke up from the dream, they were still in love with each other.
