: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (43)

Author: Yaoli

Yan Ran didn't look at Fu Yi's expression. She picked up the coat thrown next to her.

Fu Yi straightened his back and said softly: "I'll give it to you."

Yan Ran put on his coat, smoothed the wrinkles on it, and looked at him calmly, his mood obviously not high, "No need, we are not on our way."

Fu Ji suddenly noticed that Yan Ran's lips were pursed even tighter than before, and she was leaning half sideways, as if she didn't want to stay, or even wanted to stay here for one more second.

Not sure whether it was because of what he said or because he was in the same space, Yan Ran was not happy.

Fu Yi quickly realized this. He recalled what he had just said. There was nothing wrong with it, and there was nothing wrong with his actions. He felt puzzled and frowned slightly.

After a moment of silence, he suppressed his unhappiness and said, "But your assistant has gone back. You have been drinking. Who will drive for you? It's very late now, so it's hard to find a driver."

Yan Ran lowered his head slightly, and now he didn't even want to look at him.

"It's easy to find. Don't worry, I'm an adult."

Yan Ran had already walked a few steps forward and was about to leave.

Fu Yi quickly followed up and took Yan Ran's hand, and then he was stunned.

This was actually the first time he took the initiative to touch Yan Ran. His first thought was, why is it so detailed?

It's so thin that it can be broken easily with just a little force.

Yan Ran's fingers froze for a moment, and he pulled out his wrist, frowning slightly.

He obviously didn't say anything, but his expression showed undisguised displeasure.

Fu Yi said softly: "Xiao Yan, don't be so unfamiliar with me, okay?"

Yan Ran remained silent. After a while, he turned his face sideways, and his light-colored pupils turned into amber gems under the bright light, shining brightly.

She looked at Fu Yi, her eyes a little complicated.

The ingredients were difficult to distinguish. She moved her lips as if she had a lot to say. In the end, she just said helplessly: "I don't have it. There's really no need."

Still rejected.

Again and again without mercy.

"You should go back early." Yan Ran opened the door and walked out, and then the door closed again with a creak.

Fu Yi stared at the closed door for a second, his gentle appearance slowly disintegrating, and he almost lost control and smashed the wine glass to the ground.

The glass was shattered into pieces, like his mask at the moment.

Yan Ran did not find a driver, but chose to walk.

The cool breeze blew on his face, taking away the heat from drinking. Yan Ran put his hands in his pockets and walked not very fast.

Compared to the crowds of two or three people on the street, Yan Ran felt a little lonely walking alone.

No one knew what she was thinking at the moment, not even Fu Yi.

He didn't even know why Yan Ran was unhappy. It couldn't be just because of what he said.

After walking for almost ten minutes, Fu Yi didn't have the patience to keep following her, so he stepped on the accelerator and came to her side, honking the horn.

Yan Ran turned her head and looked at him. The breeze blew through her hair, and her eyes that seemed too calm seemed to have ripples.

Fu Yi put one hand on the steering wheel, turned his face to her and said, "Get in the car!"

Yan Ran seemed surprised. She was standing on the roadside in a black suit, her hair was messy, her face was pale, and she looked pitiful no matter what.

Fu Yi felt that his idea was too ridiculous. No one should be pitied more than Yan Ran.

The two were in a silent stalemate for a while, and Yan Ran chose to compromise and get in the car.

The car was too quiet while driving, and Fu Yi broke the weirdness.

"You're angry?"

Fu Yi's voice was filled with laughter, as if he was helpless: "I really don't know where I made you unhappy."

Yan Ran's tone was harsh and his eyes were cold. He said coldly: "I just don't like the question you asked me just now."

Fu Yi was shocked. After a moment, he looked at Yan Ran through the rearview mirror.

Yan Ran had turned his face and looked out the window.

Afterwards, no one spoke again until we arrived at the location.

Yan Ran unbuckled his seat belt and was about to open the car door. After pulling twice and it didn't move, Fu Yi locked the car door.

She heard a man's low sigh from behind, and then Fu Yi put his arm around her shoulders, leaned down slightly, and apologized in a very gentle tone, "Xiao Yan, I'm sorry, I didn't consider your feelings.

I didn't think you would care so much."

Although Fu Yi has a gentle temper, it does not mean that he can be bullied. On the contrary, his gentleness means that he has a measured attitude, a cultivated education, and a polite behavior.

He rarely apologizes. At least Yan Ran has known him for so long and has never heard him apologize to others.

But now, he apologized to Yan Ran, not for the first time.

Yan Ran's body was very stiff in his arms. Fu Yi's hand touched her shoulder gently and gently. Gradually, Yan Ran no longer stiffened and exerted strength. She could feel the warmth of the man behind her and his broad and hard chest.

, with a bit of men's perfume smell.

Fu Yi explained gently, "I'm just afraid that you will be hurt."

Yan Ran lowered his head and said nothing.

As if he truly cared about his good friends, Fu Yi had a faint smile on his face, "Xiao Yan, you understand what I mean, right?"

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Yan Ran returned to the villa and saw Fu Ji on the sofa.

For the first time this time, he didn't watch TV or draw, he just sat there.

She naturally smiled and sat next to Fu Ji naturally.

"Why aren't you asleep yet? Are you waiting for me?"

There was a bit of teasing in his voice, but there was also obvious joy.

Fu Ji didn't look at her, half of his face was emotionless, "I've seen it all."

Fu Ji's voice was very soft and ethereal. His fingertips dug hard at the back of his hand. Yan Ran saw that the back of his hand had been dug out with nail marks one after another, which were red and bloodshot, as if they were trying to

It looks like the meat has been cut out.

Yan Ran looked distressed and held his hand to prevent him from picking it.

Fu Ji took out his hand with an indifferent expression and said in a calm tone: "You came back with him and hugged him together. Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Fu Ji's deep black pupils were cold and gloomy.

"What on earth do you mean? I don't understand. You said you like me, but you hugged someone else. Do you also like him? Yes, you do like him. To be precise, you just like this face.

That’s it, anyone can do it.”

Anyone can easily get your smile, your hug, and your kiss.

Yan Ran is just an idiot.

Yan Ran could see Fu Ji's uneasiness, his cold sarcasm and mean viciousness. He was restraining himself, and he thought he was restraining himself very well.

Yan Ran didn't want to argue, so he could only calm down his mood by softening his voice.

"I don't like him, I like you."
Chapter completed!