Wen Ruan seemed to suddenly understand why Fu Zhihuan had left the Fu family for so long.
Because under more than 20 years of repression.
He was afraid that one day he would completely become a lunatic.
But fortunately, Fu Zhihuan never became such a person from the beginning to the end.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, and after being quiet for a while, said softly, "I should have told you that I was kidnapped twenty years ago, right?"
Fu Zhihuan nodded: "Yes."
Wen Ruan smiled and said, "Actually, I can't remember the specific things, but I can remember very clearly. I was really scared at that time."
"Later, I probably fell asleep and dreamed that my parents were sitting in the living room and kept crying. Then at that time, I suddenly felt very sad, but it was not because I was afraid, but because seeing them so uncomfortable, I felt very, very sad. "
Speaking of this, she paused, looked up at the dim light in front of her, and lost her mind for a while.
After a while, he chuckled again, and said softly: "I think your sister must have the same idea as me. If you see your brother sad because of yourself, you will definitely want to cry .”
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak for a long time, he just raised his eyelids, his eyes moved slightly, and then tightened the arms around Wen Ruan.
After a long time, he laughed softly and said, "Are you comforting me?"
"Um."
Wen Ruan didn't deny it, but nodded slightly, with a soft tone: "I'm just comforting you."
Hearing this, Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and did not speak.
Wen Ruan just nestled in his arms so quietly, such a small and exquisite one, especially speaking in a soft voice, comforting herself softly.
He was obviously still angry with himself, but he took care of his emotions as if he didn't hold grudges.
Fu Mingheng is really right in saying something—
"Just come back and meet your fiancée. I bet, if you get along with her for a while, you will definitely like her very much."
Far more than a favorite.
Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened, and he called out, "Wen Ruan."
"Ah?" Wen Ruan subconsciously turned her head.
In the next second, Fu Zhihuan raised his hand to clasp the back of her head, causing her to raise her head slightly, and then moved the person in front of her.
Leaning down, he kissed her forehead.
"!"
Wen Ruan didn't react at all, her pupils shrank, her eyes were full of astonishment, she only had time to raise her hand subconsciously, and pressed it against Fu Zhihuan's chest.
The beating of the heart came very clearly.
But at this moment, there were violent footsteps of "clang, clang, clang" from outside the door, mixed with Fu Mingheng's slightly frightened tone: "Damn it? Who is it? Why don't I even have a fart at home after work?" ? Fu Zhihuan, you—"
While speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.
With the sound of "squeak", Fu Mingheng raised his eyes, and had a perfect eye contact with the two of them.
The air froze.
After half a minute of silence, Fu Mingheng finally moved.
He silently nodded towards Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan, then closed the door again without saying a word, and then yelled sincerely through the door: "Sorry! Excuse me!"
This series of reactions made Wen Ruan's blushing face even redder, and the strength in her hand deepened. Once she exerted force, she pushed Fu Zhihuan away neatly, and then jumped out of the bed, and started to curse angrily: " Hooligans! Perverts! Perverts!"
Fu Zhihuan slammed his back against the edge of the bed, he reached out and rubbed his hair, put his arms on his knees, and looked at Wen Ruan leisurely, with a smile in his eyes, and a hoarse voice: "Well, it's also picky .”
pick someone
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, and then realized belatedly that he seemed to have been molested by this dog man.
...Why is this person so hateful!
First to win her sympathy to make her soft-hearted, and then to take advantage of it unexpectedly and eat tofu, and after taking advantage of it, she said these flirtatious words to tease people!
No scumbag has such a complete strategy!
Wen Ruan's heart was beating fast, but she still had to pretend to be calm.
She gritted her teeth, turned her head fiercely, and was about to go out angrily, but just as she put her hand on the doorknob, she heard a soft shout from the person behind her.
"Wen Ruan."
"what?"
"Now, can I have a chance to pursue you?"
"..."
Wen Ruan was silent for a while, and then recalled all the vile crimes he committed today. He was so soft-hearted and was wiped clean immediately, and even blew up.
"No! Absolutely not! Not at all! Impossible!"
After speaking, he slammed the door angrily and left.
Fu Zhihuan looked at the back of her leaving with Huo and laughed dumbfoundedly.
Originally wanted to get up and chase, but found that it became difficult to even prop up the body and adjust the sitting posture.
He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the palm of his hand that was holding Wen Ruan's arm just now. The light in his eyes moved slightly, and his five fingers gradually closed.
People will always become more greedy.
For example, at this moment, he just wanted Wen Ruan to stay by his side.
[Fu Mingheng]: Where are you guys? ? Why did I come home and find that all the servants in our house had run away, only Wen Ruan and my brother were left in the room to make love to each other.
[Mother Fu]: Are they reconciled
[Fu Mingheng]: No, I interrupted it.
As soon as this news was sent out, the temporarily pulled up group chat fell into a long silence.
after a long time—
[Mother Fu]: What home are you going back to? Just say what home are you going back to? Usually you have to sleep in the company when you are asked to go home for dinner, so why do you have to run home happily tonight? The two of us old men managed to provide your brother with a chance, and we were forced to mess up by you!
[Mother Fu]: It's too annoying. I discussed with your father. In order to punish you, I will impound your newly bought car for a month as a punishment.
[Fu Mingheng]:? ? ?
[Fu Mingheng]: Why don't I just come back and sleep? ?
However, the parents did not give Fu Mingheng a chance to struggle, and they quit the group neatly after the reprimand, leaving Fu Mingheng choked up in the silent group chat.
His hands trembled a little, and he even wanted to light a cigarette.
Since Fu Zhihuan came back, his life as the eldest brother has become more and more difficult.
Even bid farewell to his most beloved sports car today.
No matter what you think, it's the brother's fault.
Fu Mingheng lit a cigarette but didn't smoke. He just put on a grief-stricken look and meditated quietly.
And at this moment, the door was pushed open again.
Wen Ruan came out from inside, her cheeks were still slightly flushed, and she seemed to be very angry.
But when she passed by Fu Mingheng, she stopped and politely informed her, "Brother Fu, I'm going back first."
Fu Mingheng quickly extinguished the cigarette: "Why don't you just leave now and stop chatting with Fu Zhihuan?"
Wen Ruan turned her head and threw out two words expressionlessly: "No chat."
Fu Mingheng's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that I really messed up this young couple
If my parents knew about this, they would definitely have to dismember that new sports car they bought.
Thinking of this, he quickly stopped Wen Ruan, and persuaded with a smile: "Don't drink another cup of tea?"
Wen Ruan saw Fu Mingheng's intention at a glance: "I don't drink tea."
"How about some snacks? There are some in the refrigerator."
"I don't want to eat dessert today."
"Would you like some drinks then?"
"Just came out of the bar."
"Otherwise I treat you to supper?"
Hearing this, Wen Ruan stopped, turned her head, looked at Fu Mingheng carefully, and then took a deep breath: "Okay, ten skewers of meat tendon, ten skewers of crispy bones, ten skewers of veal, five skewers of chicken wings, three skewers of duck feet, and one skewer." One baked tofu, one grilled leek, extra spicy with more cumin and a can of Coke.”
Fu Mingheng: "..."
As expected of you.
Finally, Mr. Fu Mingheng exchanged delicious food for a rare long talk.
The two sat in the living room with a can of Coke in front of them. While waiting for the takeaway, they had a very formal, heart-to-heart exchange.
Fu Mingheng: "Xiao Ruan, do you really want to break off the engagement with Ah Lu?"
For the first question, just ask Wen Ruan.
This morning, when she hadn't heard from Fu Zhihuan, she really wanted to end this relationship that hadn't started yet.
But after tonight, she was very hopelessly shaken.
There is no other reason.
I just feel that Fu Zhihuan seems to be real, and he likes himself a little bit.
Seeing Wen Ruan hesitate, Fu Mingheng also had an idea in his mind.
He sighed, stretched out his hand to pick up the can of Coke in front of him, opened the can and took a sip, and then said softly: "Before A-Lu met you, he did mention divorce to his family, but you know, after all Is it because of something?"
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes: "Because he doesn't like me."
Fu Mingheng: "No."
The unexpected denial made Wen Ruan raise his head in astonishment: "No?"
Fu Mingheng laughed, put down the Coke in his hand, and said with a bit of apology in his tone: "Speaking of this matter, I might still blame you and feel sorry for you. In fact, Alu started a long time ago because he couldn't get out of a certain situation. After coming out of these things, there is a serious psychological trauma. Although no one has mentioned it, but I always worry that one day, he will really be overwhelmed."
"Later, our two families got close. My mother felt that your lively personality was very suitable for Ah Li. It might make him happy and make him interested in the things around him."
"That's why this marriage contract was made."
For some reason, this passage made Wen Ruan feel a little depressed.
Although it sounds like a recognition of myself, it is more like treating myself as a cute toy, and I can arrange my future like this without any communication.
But she also knows that Mr. Fu's family is very good. Although they have some selfish intentions, they are not unreasonable people.
Therefore, Wen Ruan suppressed the disappointment in his heart, and asked softly, "And then."
"Then, Ah Li came to divorce the engagement."
Fu Mingheng smiled wryly, recalling what Fu Zhihuan said: "He said—"
- "Stop torturing the little girl"
- "She should live happily in this life."
- "Not a little canary to make me happy."
"..."
Just these three words made the tip of Wen Ruan's nose tingle, she turned her head, stretched out her hand and rubbed the bridge of her nose, but resisted not saying a word.
For so many days, I have been worrying that Fu Zhihuan's liking for me is just like the liking of an earl, who wants a small animal to accompany him to relieve boredom.
But only now found out.
It turned out that he was the one who saw himself as an independent individual from beginning to end.
Fu Mingheng said: "Wen Ruan, Ah Lu really likes you."
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Stubbornness at four o'clock in the morning.
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