Xie Yanchi chatted casually on the way here and probably knew something about what happened. When he rang the doorbell, Wen Ruan had already packed his things.
Wen Ruan didn't live in Fu Zhihuan's house for a long time, so he had nothing to take away, and he only packed a suitcase.
The count seemed to have noticed something strange, and followed Wen Ruan all the time. When she saw her go to the entrance and opened the door, he opened his mouth and bit her trouser leg, and kept pulling it inside.
"This cat really misses you."
Xie Yanchi held on to the door frame with one hand, cast a sidelong glance at the earl, then laughed loosely, squatted down to tease him: "Come on, brother."
The earl immediately let go of the mouth that was biting Wen Ruan's trouser leg, his tail was raised high, and he breathed vigilantly at Xie Yanchi, as if he wanted to drive away the uninvited guest.
Xie Yanchi touched his nose and said with a smile, "It's quite fierce."
Wen Ruan handed the suitcase to Xie Yanchi, then squatted down, stretched out his hand to smooth the earl's hair, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I have to go, I can't take care of you."
The count seemed to understand the emotions of the person in front of him, his tail drooped, he hummed aggrievedly, and rubbed Wen Ruan's palm by the way.
Wen Ruan sniffled, put away her soft-heartedness, then stood up and went straight out the door: "Let's go."
Xie Yanchi glanced at her, then glanced at the room, and asked casually, "What's the matter, your Prosecutor Fu hasn't come back yet?"
"It's not my family."
Wen Ruan stretched out his hand and pressed the button of the elevator to go downstairs. When he said this, his voice seemed to be trying to control his calm tone, but he could still hear a few tremors very clearly: "I love someone."
She turned her face, but a teardrop could not be controlled from the corner of her eye.
Dry.
What a shame.
Wen Ruan wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, then walked into the elevator.
Xie Yanchi frowned, put away the casual expression just now, and looked deeply at her.
"Look what I do."
Wen Ruan pressed the button on the first floor, turned her head and glared at Xie Yanchi, the emotions she had been suppressing just now could no longer be stretched.
While she was pretending to be fierce, her tears fell uncontrollably: "Haven't you ever seen a lovelorn girl cry in pain? If you tell me about this, I'll never end with you!"
Xie Yanchi withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a while and didn't speak, but raised his hand to loosen the button of his neckline, and his Adam's apple rolled down.
After a long time, he laughed lowly: "When did I expose your old background outside?"
Wen Ruan didn't speak.
It may be that Wen Ruan realized that he shouldn't be angry at Xie Yanchi just now, and his first crush and active pursuit ended without a problem. The two emotions mixed together made his chest feel tight and painful.
The elevator door opened, Xie Yanchi straightened up, raised his hand to gently rub her head, and said, "Let's go."
Xie Yanchi did not rent a house, but booked a presidential room at the Ryan Hotel in the city center. Tonight, I invited a few friends in Beicheng to hold a party, and Wen Ruan called me out when I was having fun.
When he brought Wen Ruan in, the group of rich second generations standing in the living room, shaking their heads and coaxing, suddenly fell silent at the same time, and looked in the direction of the two of them.
Wen Ruan was carrying the suitcase, and didn't pay much attention to the sight of the group, so he asked casually, "Where do I live?"
Xie Yanchi casually grabbed his hair and said, "I'll take you there."
Wen Ruan nodded, then dragged the suitcase and followed Xie Yanchi into one of the rooms.
"Are you having a party?"
"A few friends."
"Oh... bring me a few bags of potato chips, I saw them just now, and I want to eat them." Wen Ruan nodded obediently, then shook off her shoes, climbed onto the bed and nestled up: "Hold down later, I'll Very light sleeper."
Xie Yanchi leaned against the door and laughed: "I said, this ancestor, I took you in, and I asked for so much."
When Wen Ruan heard this, she immediately sniffled her nose, tears streaming down her face: "What's the matter, I feel bad after losing my love."
...I am really convinced.
Xie Yanchi rubbed his hair irritably, went out to pick up a few bags of potato chips, and reminded him in a cold voice when he entered the room: "You guys keep your voice down."
The rich second generation was still in a daze, and forgot to nod.
Xie Yanchi entered the room and threw the potato chips in Wen Ruan's direction.
Wen Ruan reached out to take it, tore open the packaging bag, took two bites and raised his head again: "I still want to drink Coke, and potato chips are a bit dry."
Xie Yanchi frowned, and before he could say the word "reject", he saw Wen Ruan's tears falling again.
...absolutely.
He went out again impatiently, and re-entered the house with a few bottles of Coke.
At this moment, Wen Ruan had been silent for a long time. She ate half a packet, then rubbed her belly, feeling a little dull, so she raised her head again: "I..."
"No more snacks."
"Oh..." Wen Ruan replied, then obediently lowered her head, and continued to eat potato chips, but the more she ate, the more dry the taste became, and the hard edges and corners scratched her mouth a little numb.
The emotion that she thought to calm down was still not suppressed, she sniffled, tears fell down drop by drop unstoppably, some even rolled into the packing bag.
"Wen Ruan, forget it."
Xie Yanchi frowned, lowered his arms, stepped forward and took out the bag in her hand, and said involuntarily, "Sleep."
"Um."
Wen Ruan nodded, and said in a low voice, with a faint sob: "Thank you."
Xie Yanchi closed the door, frowning, with a little impatience in his dark pupils.
He grew up with his cousin since he was a child.
Wen Ruan has not been a bully character since she was a child, and she always wanted revenge when she was still in kindergarten. Looking at the sweet-mouthed little girl, who knew that her mouth was full of small fangs.
It was the first time that he looked so dazed.
And at this moment, a few playboys in the group of rich second-generation coaxed eccentrically: "Young Master Xie, who was that young lady just now? I just fell in love with you? Compared with those young rookies in the entertainment circle Is it too much to watch?"
"We haven't seen this type of thing before, why don't you call it out for fun? Someday you don't like it, you can show us a few."
Xie Yanchi raised his eyelids, chuckled suddenly, then walked to the sofa and sat down.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, clamped it between his index finger and middle finger, turned sideways, and said to the man who just yelled: "Can I borrow a fire?"
The man immediately took out the lighter with a smile on his face, and leaned forward.
The cigarette butt was lit a little scarlet and burned quietly.
Xie Yanchi straightened up, took a sip, and exhaled the mist.
In the next second, he raised his hand to grab the back of the man's head, and then pressed heavily on the coffee table in front of him.
"boom."
People around jumped up.
"Keep down." Xie Yanchi said with a slight smile, raised his index finger, and made a silent gesture: "Don't disturb people to sleep."
After speaking, he took off the cigarette, put it in the ashtray only half a centimeter away from Lina, and put it out, lowering his voice.
"Keep your mouth clean, that's my cousin."
People in their family have always defended their shortcomings.
The elders in the family have always doted on Wen Ruan, even Xie Yanchi, a cousin who grew up fighting with her hair, would not want to let her cry, or let others make fun of her.
Including the young master of the Fu family.
So Fu Lv had better be able to give a reasonable reason, unless he was in a car accident and was unconscious and paralyzed in the hospital, otherwise there is no other explanation to talk about.
And at this moment, Xie Yanchi's phone vibrated—
"I asked. Fu Zhihuan had a car accident when he got off work tonight. It feels like the car was heading straight for him, and he is still lying in the hospital."
Xie Yanchi: "..."
My mouth is broken.
At four in the morning, Fu Zhihuan woke up.
Zhao Zichen kept watch over him most of the night, and when he heard the noise, he immediately got up and called for a doctor.
After the doctor and nurse came to check and confirm that there would be nothing more, Zhao Zichen heaved a sigh of relief, sat down in front of him with his pocket in his hand, and felt a little joking.
"It's not a big problem to have a loss, and there will be no sequelae."
Fu Zhihuan laughed lowly, his lips were pale, and some black hair was strewn across his forehead, giving him a morbid sense of coldness.
He could clearly feel the hoarseness and dryness in his throat: "Old Zhao, give me the phone."
It's five o'clock in the morning.
The little girl waited at home all night and didn't see herself coming back, so sad.
"Forget it, I'll pour you a glass of water first."
Zhao Zichen heard the hoarseness in Fu Zhihuan's voice, sighed, turned around and took out a disposable cup from the side: "When I wake up, I need a mobile phone. How can there be such a desperate patient like you?"
Having said that, Zhao Zichen still took out his mobile phone when handing over the water: "Here, don't look at it for too long."
The screen of the mobile phone is full of cracks, which may have been broken due to the car accident, but it is still barely usable.
Fu Zhihuan thanked him, raised his hand and pressed the power button.
Zhao Zichen was sitting on a chair beside him, and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, I suddenly thought of something just now, you said this car accident..."
"It has nothing to do with the previous case of trying to bribe me." Fu Zhihuan continued.
Zhao Zichen was taken aback: "That's not what you said before you fell into a coma, didn't you tell us to pay special attention then?"
"That's for others to hear." Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and said lightly: "Didn't you also find out? At that time, the only person who knew that I was sitting in the driver's seat was Peng Mengyin who was in the back seat."
Zhao Zichen was stunned.
Although he felt that there was something strange about this matter, he really didn't suspect Peng Mengyin immediately.
"I told you that at the time, just so that I wouldn't startle the snake."
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, perhaps because of the many things he said just now, his throat became more itchy, and he couldn't help coughing a few times: "Focus on her, I remember that Peng Mengyin should have been in a footprint inspector recently. The student who was working under the expert's hands was only recently transferred to our city to check her background."
The light on the phone finally turned on with difficulty.
As soon as it was turned on, countless messages flooded in.
Fu Zhihuan didn't care about that, and directly opened the dialog box with Wen Ruan, and replied—
"Sorry, there was an accident."
As soon as the message was sent out, only a red exclamation mark was seen.
Fu Zhihuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart seemed to be emptied suddenly.
Even a person who could think calmly in the face of life and death in a car accident felt an inexplicable sense of panic at this moment.
Although Wen Ruan was expected to be angry, but with the character of a little girl, it is not enough to directly delete the contact information.
He turned his head, glanced at the plastic bag where he packed his clothes, and asked suddenly: "Old Zhao, have you gone to my house?"
"Ah, yes. But your security guards prevented me from going in, so I asked Peng Mengyin to go up and get it." Zhao Zichen was slightly stunned, and then quickly reacted: "What's wrong?"
Fu Zhihuan pursed his thin lips tightly, and instead of answering Zhao Zichen's words, he called Wen Ruan.
Unsurprisingly, no one answered.
He made another call to the landline at home.
After several rings, there was still no answer.
The long busy tone brought a strong uneasiness.
A feeling of depression crawled up his heart, pressing heavily on Fu Zhihuan's chest, causing a tingling pain in his throat, and then he coughed violently uncontrollably.
Zhao Zichen immediately stood up and supported him: "What happened?"
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, just lifted the quilt, turned sideways to get out of bed, and said in a cold voice, "I have to go home."
"Are you out of your mind? Why are you going home like this?" Zhao Zichen pressed Fu Zhihuan back in a hurry.
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyelids, the eyes that could only be seen indifferently and indifferently, but now they were covered with bloodshot eyes.
This was also the first time Zhao Zichen saw himself, the flower of Gaoling in other people's mouth, showing such an expression of worrying about gain and loss.
Fu Zhihuan's voice was hoarse: "I can't contact her anymore."
The author has something to say: The male lead woke up to find that his house had collapsed.
I wanted to have a double update today, but suddenly my menstrual period came, and I felt sore all afternoon, as if Chen Kun Shun Oguri and Kimura Takuya were about to give birth to their children, and then their children were born smoothly after ten o'clock in the evening, that is I still have some postpartum pains, and I started writing when I felt better. (X)
I try my best to double update, but if it is not updated before one o'clock, it may be because I have twins to be born and I have entered the delivery room again.
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