Jie Zi is a person who always has regrets in life, Shui Changdong (57)

Author: Yaoli

Jie Zi is a person who always has regrets in life, Shui Changdong (57)

In the quiet and dark night, the room was filled with hot air.

Yan Ran looked a little pitiful.

Her pale lips were red and swollen, and looked very attractive. Her chin was even red.

It was rare for Fu Ji to take the initiative to hold her, his head buried in her collarbone, leaving red marks one after another.

Yan Ran's breathing was erratic, her fingers grabbed his hair without exerting any force, as if she was trying to resist, biting her lower lip, her eyes were red and her eyes were bright.

As the atmosphere became increasingly confusing, Yan Ran asked in an unsteady voice, "Xiao Ji, do you love me?"

Fu Ji's movements froze, his lips were still attached to the skin, but the heat on his body was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and the atmosphere seemed to have solidified.

After a long, long time, Fu Ji left her body with an indescribable indifference. He turned over and faced her with his generous back.

His body suddenly became cold, Yan Ran's breathing gradually stabilized, and he moved his painful wrist that was clenched.

Looking at Fu Ji's back, Yan Ran's voice seemed to blend into the darkness.

she asked doubtfully.

"Is this question difficult to answer?"

Fu Ji didn't move. His back was so generous, like a hill that no one could climb over.

From this back view, one can seem to understand the owner's indifference and impatience.

Feeling powerless, Yan Ran moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. Finally, she reached out and hugged the man's strong waist.

Her face was pressed against his back.

Yan Ran said.

"I'm waiting for you."

Fu Ji, who had his back to Yan Ran, pursed his lips. His eyes were like a mirror, so calm that there was no ripple at all.

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The leader of the Fu family is ill. He has an old ailment, heart disease, but this time it's a little more serious.

Yan Ran found out about it at the dinner table. She was so busy these days that she didn't even pay much attention to it.

Yan Ran's drinking capacity can't be said to be good or bad, but drinking is very embarrassing. She sits in the main seat among a group of middle-aged men with beer bellies. She really attracts too much attention. She always has a smile on her lips, which makes people even more puzzled.

through.

There is obvious nobility everywhere, which is incompatible with this place.

The Yan family has been prospering in recent days, and many people are trying to fawn over her. Although she is the youngest, no one dares to look down on her.

At the dinner table, we chatted about various topics, in short, they revolved around two words: interests.

Yan Ran smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth and listened quietly, her face a little red.

After they dispersed, Yan Ran said goodbye to those people with a smile and got in the car.

Yan Ran loosened his tie and buttons, revealing a small section of his delicate white collarbone. His eyes and neck were red, and his expression looked sober.

She didn't drink much, but she drank so much that she looked drunk.

As soon as the car window opens and the cold wind blows, everyone wakes up a lot.

She told the driver, "I'm not going back to the company, I'm going to the city hospital."

Mr. Fu has been ill for some time, and Yan Ran has been away for such a long time without even visiting him, which is a bit rude.

When he arrived at the city hospital, Yan Ran asked the driver to buy a bouquet of lilies and a basket of fruits.

At the door of the ward, I saw Fu Yi.

Just Fu Yi.

Fu Yi also saw Yan Ran and was stunned for a moment.

Yan Ran walked over and asked, "How is Uncle Fu's health?"

Fu Yi couldn't hide his tiredness, "The situation is not optimistic."

Yan Ran frowned, "Okay, why is this happening?"

Fu Yi, who had always been very decent, had a face as dark as water. He stared at Yan Ran and said word by word, "Then you have to ask Fu Ji."

This made Yan Ran stunned, and his brows furrowed deeper, "What do you mean?"

Fu Yi took a deep breath, as if suppressing some emotions that were about to collapse. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Just a week ago, Fu Ji came back. They were all in the study. I don't know what they talked about. I just know that

After Fu Ji left, my father had a heart attack and fell to the ground. It took a while before he was discovered. If it had been a few minutes later, my father might have been gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ran's expression changed. He seemed to be shocked, but he just pursed his lips.

Fu Yi was offended by Yan Ran's attitude. His chest heaved and his jaw tightened, "You don't believe me?"

"No." Yan Ran took the thing from the driver's hand.

As he was about to go in, Fu Yi's eyebrows jumped, he stepped over, raised his hand to stop, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Don't you have anything to say?"

Looking up, Yan Ran was very calm and asked, "What should I say?"

Fu Yi's eyes were bloodshot, his Adam's apple rolled, he let go of his hand and his voice was hoarse: "He is a monster. He can even be indifferent to his own father, let alone you?"

Yan Ran didn't answer him and walked around and entered the ward.

Mr. Fu was lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, and he looked several years older.

Fu's mother stayed by to take care of him, her eyes were red and swollen.

After saying hello, Fu's mother looked unhappy and seemed not to want to pay attention to her. After Mr. Fu said something, he stood up, took what was in her hand, and poured a glass of hot water.

Sitting on a chair close to the hospital bed, Yan Ran held the hot water in her hand, which was scalding hot and emitting white smoke.

She asked Mr. Fu how his health was, and Mr. Fu said that he had an old problem and it was not a problem. However, Yan Ran felt the heavy atmosphere, and I was afraid that the situation was worse than she imagined.

Mr. Fu just chatted with her about daily life.

"Xiaoyi is a good boy. You and he have a good relationship. If anything happens, please help."

Yan Ran said: "It should be."

Fu's mother snorted coldly, her voice sharp and mean, with a hint of meaning, "I think you are sick and confused. Don't forget whose house that white-eyed wolf is living in now."

Yan Ran remained calm.

Mr. Fu was shaking with anger, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you have the right to speak here?"

Fu's mother's eyes turned red again, she wiped her eyes, got up and went out.

After calming down, Mr. Fu said apologetically, "Don't take it to heart."

Yan Ran put the water glass aside without taking a sip, "It's okay."

Mr. Fu sighed deeply. He was over fifty, his hair was already gray, his face was pale and his eyes were blurry, very vicissitudes of life.

He murmured, "We can't help that child."

Yan Ran pursed her lips and said nothing.

"I don't know until now that my biological child hates me so much, or maybe it's not hate, but disgust. He is so disgusted that even if I die in front of him, he won't shed a tear." Mr. Fu spoke very quickly.

Slowly, but clearly explained.

Yan Ran didn't know what to say and could only choose to remain silent.

"It is indeed my fault. The Fu family is also sorry for him and wronged him by asking him to be my son."

It's already too late to say this now, belated regret is worthless than grass.

Fu Ji: My revenge plan has just begun
Chapter completed!