When Wen Ruan chased him out, he could only see Fu Zhihuan's straight back.
He walked steadily, and he clearly heard the footsteps of the people behind him, but he didn't pause for a moment, but continued to walk forward.
"Hey, wait a minute! Aren't we going back together? Don't go so fast!"
Wen Ruan had already repeated Xie Yanchi hundreds of times in her heart, and in a hurry, she didn't notice that there was still a step in front of her.
She stepped on the ground, and staggered forward, her knees hit the ground first, and a thin layer of skin was scratched on her palms.
Although it was only the height of a step, Wen Ruan could still feel the pain in his ankle belatedly, which became more intense after a while.
With a soft "hiss", she frowned and stood up, turned her head sideways to check the sprain on her ankle, and then turned her head to look at Fu Zhihuan who was not far away.
Wen Ruan's drum cheeks, squeezed out a few drops of tears, and deliberately squeezed the grievance tone and said loudly: "Woohoo twisted to your feet, it hurts!"
Hearing this cry, Fu Zhihuan's steps obviously paused, and he turned his head slightly.
Wen Ruan's eyes brightened.
My heart relented!
But Fu Zhihuan didn't turn his head back in the end, but after a moment's pause, he looked straight ahead and walked straight forward.
Wen Ruan's mood fell to the bottom all of a sudden, her eyelids drooped, and her pupils, which were usually bright, were now dull.
She raised her hand lowly, inspecting the scratched wound on her palm, and took a few breaths to blow off the dust and stones on it.
The pain of the sprain, the sadness of being cheated of 200,000 yuan by Xie Yanchi, and the loss of being left behind by Fu Zhihuan mixed together, making Wen Ruan's emotions drop to freezing point.
Wen Ruan lowered his head and looked aggrievedly at the big bump on his ankle, and sniffled.
Fu Zhihuan is a cheapskate.
Inexplicably, he shook his face and left!
Not considerate at all!
I even lost 200,000 yuan for him!
Don't like him anymore and move out tomorrow!
And just as Wen Ruan was muttering in his heart to vent his temper, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from far and near, and then a black shadow hung over his head.
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, then raised her head.
Her eyes collided with Fu Zhihuan, and the cicadas and the breeze around her seemed to be stopped at this moment, as if every second was dragged on for an incomparably long time.
Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his dark eyes were full of displeasure.
Neither of them spoke, and it was not until a long time later that Wen Ruan took a deep breath, crossed her waist and was ready to ask, "You just..."
In the next second, all her questions were interrupted by the actions of the person in front of her.
Fu Zhihuan took off his coat and put it on his arm, and then hugged Wen Ruan horizontally. His eyebrows were slightly pressed, but his movements were smooth and indisputably crisp.
Wen Ruan was startled, only to feel that after a "buzz" in his head, he had long forgotten what he wanted to say just now.
It just rained tonight, and although it has stopped now, there is still some damp air in the air.
Wen Ruan didn't wear much clothes. Originally, when she first came out, she felt that the wind was blowing her whole body and made her feel chilly.
But at this moment, it seemed to be surrounded by a hot current, and even his cheeks were burning red.
She noticed that when Fu Zhihuan picked her up, he deliberately put his coat on his arms to avoid direct contact between the ambiguous parts of the limbs.
...why is this man always so foul.
Wen Ruan bit her lower lip, turned her head away from Fu Zhihuan's face, and didn't say a word.
Then, give him a chance.
Withdraw the sentence "never like him again".
Like him a little bit more.
Fu Zhihuan gently put Wen Ruan on the back seat of the car, then closed the door and returned to the driver's seat, and started the car.
Along the way, there was no sound.
Wen Ruan drooped her eyelids, and pressed her fingers on the pattern on the car mat, feeling a mess in her heart. Although she wanted to break the deadlock, she couldn't find a breakthrough.
It wasn't until she was distracted and wanted to look at the scenery outside the window to change her mood that she realized that the road Fu Zhihuan was driving didn't seem to be the direction to return to the apartment.
"Why."
Wen Ruan straightened up subconsciously, and asked softly, "Aren't you going back to the apartment?"
Fu Zhihuan: "Go to the clinic."
"That's it."
Wen Ruan would feel sorry, she leaned back on the car seat, and then reacted belatedly...
Fu Zhihuan seems to be concerned about himself, right
This discovery seemed to suddenly pluck a certain string in her mind.
Does the rounding mean that Fu Zhihuan cares about himself a little bit
In addition to the fact that he had so much resistance to Xie Yanchi just now, shouldn't it be—
Are you jealous
Definitely jealous!
Wen Ruan's depressed mood just now suddenly jumped up because of such a small discovery.
Finally, she couldn't hold back and asked, "Why were you suddenly angry just now?"
At this time coincides with a red light.
Fu Zhihuan put his hands on the steering wheel casually, and when he heard Wen Ruan's question, he was silent for a long time without answering.
Wen Ruan raised her eyes, secretly peeking at Fu Zhihuan's face from the rearview mirror, trying to read something.
But the result is obvious, nothing.
After a long time, Wen Ruan heard the male voice without emotion—
"I don't like meddling in other people's feelings, that's all."
Perhaps Fu Zhihuan's tone was too indifferent, as if all his emotions and dissatisfaction were really due to "that's all".
Wen Ruan's little anticipation was lost for a moment, she said softly "oh", then lowered her head to look at her toes.
She couldn't tell whether Fu Zhihuan was telling the truth or lying by pretending to be calm.
Mutual ambiguous emotions are the most grinding.
Every day I have to frighten and guess whether the person I like likes me the same, and then feel lost or elated because of a little response.
The nearest clinic will arrive soon.
Although the place is small, it looks very clean and bright.
At this point, only an old doctor in a white coat was on duty. After seeing Wen Ruan coming, he briefly asked about the situation, then got up and went to the pharmacy to get the medicine. .”
Wen Ruan obeyed. She leaned over and took off her shoes, then put her calves on the bench in front of her, then bent down, stretched out her hand and gently lifted the hem of her skirt, inch by inch.
Her calves were well-curved, slender and skinny, and they looked even fairer under the incandescent light.
Fu Zhihuan frowned, then turned his head silently, turned around and lifted the curtain, left the consulting room, and walked all the way to the door before stopping.
The breeze mixed with a trace of coolness passed over the ends of his hair, and the unreasonable fire in his heart faded and faded.
Fu Zhihuan felt that his throat was inexplicably itchy. He coughed, then frowned upsetly, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and lit one of them.
The heart that had been restless since just now finally calmed down gradually.
He began to recall Wen Ruan's question.
In fact, that answer is not entirely a lie, he is indeed a person who doesn't like to interfere in other people's emotional conflicts.
But it's not all.
Fu Zhihuan's emotions were indeed ignited by the words "ex-boyfriend".
It wasn't until that moment that he realized that his treatment of Wen Ruan was not just a simple emotion like "pay more attention".
It was a more abnormal and paranoid emotion—
possessive.
But where does he stand
Wen Ruan was bored in the consulting room for a while, and seeing that Fu Zhihuan hadn't come in, she tilted her head and began to brush her phone.
The Dongyang Lake drowning case that was exposed this afternoon has not faded from the heat until now. On the contrary, it has spread more and more widely, and even many bloggers are analyzing the case at length.
Photos and Weibo of the deceased were also picked up.
After knowing the ins and outs of the incident, most netizens showed different positions.
Some people think that anyone who commits crimes should be punished by the law, while a small number of people feel that it is very satisfying.
Up to now, although Wen Ruan knew what happened, she had never seen the appearance of the deceased.
So she casually clicked on a photo and took a look—
etc.
Wen Ruan's pupils shrank suddenly.
This man has seen it himself.
Not long ago, that night when Fu Zhihuan was drunk, the tin foil beside Huang Mao, who had been taught a lesson by himself, was hot.
She frowned and searched for the comments of "informed people" sorted out by some bloggers.
Sure enough, some former classmates of Lu Kechen also came out to post—
"In fact, there was a small group in the class consisting of Gu Chencheng and another person named Xu Binrui, who brought a group of gangsters to Lei Fei to bully other students. Both Lu Kechen and Qin Wan were punished miserably. In this case, I actually think that Lu Kechen is probably a scapegoat, he is really pitiful."
Wen Ruan clenched her fists, and subconsciously wanted to stand up and look for Fu Zhihuan.
But before he stood up, the old doctor came in with a medicine tray: "Sit down quickly, if you are injured, move around."
Wen Ruan: "But..."
"But what?"
The old doctor frowned, sat in front of Wen Ruan involuntarily, and began to remove the cotton swabs: "I know you young people don't like to see a doctor, but your body is your own. Although it's just a sprain, you can't drag it around. What's the matter, wait until I wrap up your wound!"
And at this moment, Fu Zhihuan lifted the curtain and walked in: "What's wrong?"
"Fu Zhihuan, I have new clues about Lu Kechen." Wen Ruan's tone was a little anxious.
Her intuition told her that if the murderer was really Lu Kechen, then his target should not be just one person.
Wen Ruan felt that Lu Kechen would definitely do it for the second time, but the time was uncertain, it might be a long time later, or it might be today.
Fu Zhihuan squatted down and said lightly: "I know that he will have a second target, but the police will not arrest people without definite evidence."
"So now, deal with your injuries first."
Wen Ruan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and suppressed the emotions just now, then responded and turned his head.
"Be patient."
The old doctor applied iodine to her wound.
But Wen Ruan didn't even frown, and only asked suddenly after a long time: "Do you think Lu Kechen will know how to return when he is lost?"
"Won't."
"Why?"
"Because it's not considered lost for him." Fu Zhihuan said calmly, "He knows exactly what he's doing."
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes.
She noticed Fu Zhihuan's attitude.
Very calm attitude.
But it's not just because of the clear calmness that anticipated Lu Kechen's plan.
When he evaluated Lu Kechen's behavior, he did not bring any other emotions.
Regret from the perspective of the masses, reprimand from the perspective of the prosecutor, none of these.
He is so calm.
It was so calm that even if Lu Kechen killed the second person, it was completely unimportant to him.
The author has something to say: 50 packs are also smoked in this chapter~
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