: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (54)

Author: Yaoli

Lin Yiran held a birthday party on his birthday.

It wasn't very grand, and there weren't many people there, but they were all the most important people in her life.

Fu Ji came in advance with gifts. Lin Yiran was very happy to receive the gifts. She received many sincere blessings today.

She is young and has not experienced the experience of society. Her eyebrows always reveal innocence, and bright candlelight dances in the dark box.

Lin Yiran, sitting in the middle, is as beautiful as a little princess, making a wish with her eyes closed.

A faint smile appeared on Fu Ji's usually indifferent face. He was so handsome that people almost dared not look directly at him. He gave the gift that he had prepared long ago to Lin Yiran's hand.

Lin Yiran looked very happy, her eyes were bright, and the smile on her face was very sweet and shy. The gift she received, and her expression, anyone with a discerning eye could see the meaning.

"Thank you, I'm very happy today." Lin Yiran was shy, and her face turned red just after saying this, but the smile on her face became deeper and deeper.

Everyone around me was booing "Oh——" clearly.

My best friend joked: "Are you happy because it's my birthday today or because you're happy because of someone today?"

Lin Yiran's face was very thin, and the blush reached her neck. She gave her best friend a look that was soft and without any deterrence.

My best friend blinked her eyes innocently, covered her mouth and snickered.

Lin Yiran had no choice but to explain to Fu Ji in a low voice: "Don't listen to her nonsense. This is her temperament. She is not a bad person."

The smile on Fu Ji's face has faded, and he has no expression. However, his perfect face is still pleasing to the eye, and his tone can't help but become colder, "I know, happy birthday."

Speaking of birthdays, Fu Ji had stayed with Yan Ran for so long and never cared about the date of her birthday, and Yan Ran had never mentioned it in front of him.

Maybe she was too lazy to mention it, but there were so many people around her and she would receive so many gifts, and there was no shortage of him.

Fu Ji picked up the phone and took a look at it, then turned off the screen.

Yan Ran has not been home for three days.

Lin Yiran, who was sitting next to him, had seen Fu Ji going back and forth with his cell phone for a long time, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you in a hurry?"

Fu Ji casually lit a cigarette, and the rising smoke covered his dim eyes. He said, "It's okay."

Lin Yiran wanted to say something else, but the phone suddenly rang.

At that moment, Fu Ji took almost less than a second to answer the phone.

What was completely inconsistent with his eager movements was that his voice and expression were indifferent, showing no trace of panic at all, and he was incredibly calm.

He said nothing, his face remained as usual, and he held the cigarette in his hand.

As if they were having a silent contest, Fu Ji's eyelids were slightly drooped as he leaned on the sofa and smoked slowly.

The people over there paused.

"Have you had dinner?"

Lin Yiran was keenly aware of the difference and looked at Fu Ji calmly.

At this moment, Fu Ji's face looked a little timid. It was clear that there was no expression on his face, it was very plain, but it made people dare not look directly, as if there was a biting edge hidden in those calm eyes.

He didn't speak, let alone answer.

If there hadn't been a slight breathing sound, the people on the other side might have thought there was something wrong with the phone.

"Xiao Ji, I'm asking you something, why don't you answer it?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was very nice, husky, and inexplicably sexy. It was deliberately soft at the moment, which aroused a tingling sensation.

Fu Ji lowered his eyelashes, and the cigarette in his hand had burned to his fingertips, but he didn't throw it away, as if he didn't feel it and was burned by the cigarette butt.

Lin Yiran couldn't hold back and asked him softly what was wrong. At this time, Fu Ji seemed to have come back to his senses.

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent, perhaps because he heard Lin Yiran's voice. Fu Ji seemed to be aware of Yan Ran's emotions from this silence, and a trace of pleasure rose inexplicably in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but the person on the phone asked him in the usual voice.

"Is there anyone else with you?"

He lowered his head and looked gloomy, but he said in a gentle voice: "What does it have to do with you?"

After saying that, without waiting for the other party's reaction, he hung up the phone directly.

"Who is it?" Lin Yiran asked tentatively.

Fu Ji shook his head, threw away the cigarette butt and lit another one. He raised his head and his face remained as usual, with a smile on his lips: "It's nothing, it's not important."

Do you want to take care of him now?

Where did he die before?

Yan Ran has long since lost his qualifications and is the least qualified to take care of him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lin Yiran could clearly feel that his mood was much better. Even if he didn't want to admit it, the corners of his mouth actually curled up.

It was a smile that was not fake at all and was sincere.

Lin Yiran thought, who is it? Who can make him show such an expression?

I got the answer quickly.

Besides her, who else?

As the smoke filled the air, Fu Ji squinted his eyes. Although he had not drank, he seemed to hear someone talking to him in a trance. His voice was hoarse, his tone was casual, and he was unconsciously doting.

"Why aren't you going home so late?"

Don’t you even go home?

Why should you care about him?

Fu Ji went home very late on purpose. In fact, he didn't really want to come back, but he didn't know what was wrong with him. He just came back as if he had a brain twitch.

Fu Ji turned on the light. The room was as clean and tidy as ever, but it felt like something was missing. Fu Ji didn't care and walked straight to the room.

The lights in the room were also turned off, and there was no one lying on the bed. The bed was neatly made, and it didn't look like anyone had been lying on it.

He had to admit that Yan Ran did not come back.

You haven't gone home at all, so what's the point of calling?

You are not urging him to go home, but you are just here to express your condolences to see if he is still alive and well?

Fu Ji followed the bed without any wrinkles, his face looked a little scary, and there was a flash of violence under his calm appearance.

But the shadow quickly disappeared from his face.

This life, or two lives.

I have never been so angry.

Being played with, being played with, everything and everything, it was like corrosive liquid spreading in Fu Ji's chest.

His throat was as dry as needles, and he couldn't even say a word. He could only throw the pillow on the ground and tremble with anger, and patched his feet.

The snow-white soft pillow was badly ravaged, lying dusty on the ground, abandoned in the corner.

This time no one will pick it up again, no one will dust it off, it will be pitifully and indifferently thrown into the corner, just like its owner, it will be thrown out of the man's heart.

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The rain in spring is continuous and soft, and after the rain there is a fresh fragrance of grass and trees, which makes those who smell it feel relaxed and happy.
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