: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (15)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (15)

He thought Yan Ran would say something, or get angry outright and dump the bowl of porridge or smash it. He thought about all kinds of bad scenarios.

but none.

Yan Ran was as meticulous as eating a normal meal, and finished the bowl of strange-tasting porridge under Fu Ji's gaze.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Ji said with a pleasant expression.

Yan Ran endured the nausea rising in her throat, wiped the corners of her mouth, and suddenly asked: "Did you make this yourself?"

This question did not occur to him. This bowl of porridge was indeed made by himself, just to disgust Yan Ran.

But he didn't expect that Yan Ran would finish the meal completely, so when Yan Ran asked directly, Fu Ji was caught off guard, and at that moment he felt a long-lost emotion similar to fright.

"I..." He calmed down and rubbed the back of his hand irritably, "I did it, don't you like it?"

He lowered his eyebrows and looked a little pitiful: "I saw that you drank a lot yesterday, so I thought it might be more comfortable to have some porridge in the morning. I am usually alone and rarely cook. You are...

Someone who eats my food."

Fu Ji's deep sea-like eyes were filled with haze, revealing false sadness.

"Is it too unpalatable?" His voice was very low: "I'm sorry, I won't make my own decisions in the future."

It was clear that the victim was Yan Ran, but when he said this, it seemed as if he was the most pitiful one. His emotional transformation was watertight and perfect without any gaps.

Yan Ran: The world owes you an Oscar.

I have to say that Fu Ji really succeeded, because now Yan Ran's stomach started to hurt.

Fu Ji lowered his head, fearing that the people in front of him would catch a glimpse of his despicable jokes and bad jokes.

"Well enough."

She said calmly and stood up.

Before leaving, leave a message.

“It tastes pretty good.”

Yan Ran changed her clothes and came out. There was no one in the living room and the kitchen door was closed.

He stared at the kitchen door for a few seconds, straightened his tie, and went out.

After the door was closed, there was a slight collision sound.

The faucet is on, and the water is flowing.

Fu Ji stared at the water, his face expressionless, his eyes dark, like dark clouds condensed with thunder and rain.

He stretched out his water-covered hand and placed it over his heart. Through his velvet sweater, he pressed hard and desperately on his heart that was beating out of control, and his finger bones turned blue.

I can't tell whether it's hate or anger.

He was very annoyed because Yan Ran's heart could lose control with just one sentence.

"stop!"

There is a circle of blood around the man's irises, which makes his pupils look violent and fierce.

Perhaps his warning was effective, and his heart reluctantly calmed down and returned to its normal frequency.

This made Fu Ji's ugly and gloomy face look better, and he returned to his indifferent look.

——

The power of that meal was so great that Yan Ran successfully went to the hospital. It was not serious. He was given several bottles of salt water and the special assistant was busy taking care of him.

Yan Ran gave up the bed to an old man and sat on the bench outside to hang the needle.

The computer is placed on the lap to handle official business.

"Xiaoran?"

A familiar and gentle voice sounded not far away.

Yan Ran subconsciously raised his head and saw a tall, erect man wearing a cashmere coat not far away with an elegant face.

He was testing at first, and then he was sure when he saw Yan Ran raise his head, and then quickly walked over.

Seeing the needle on the back of Yan Ran's hand, she frowned and looked worried: "I thought I was wrong? Where is the discomfort in my body? Is it serious? Why is there no one around to take care of me?"

Yan Ran turned off the computer. Her face was pale without a trace of blood, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was bright. "It's okay, I just ate something bad. Assistant Xu went to pay the bill."

Fu Yi's brows relaxed slightly, and he said very softly and a little reproachfully: "It's true that you, such an old person, don't know how to take good care of yourself."

Yan Ran just smiled and said no more.

Fu Yi didn't seem to notice Yan Ran's coldness. He spoke in a soothing and gentle tone, but his eyes narrowed: "Have you been very busy in the past few days? I can't even see you."

Being busy is indeed one thing, but Yan Ran doesn't want to see Fu Yi even more. She can't help but watch Fu Yi and other women making love to each other, so this is more like an escape, using busy work to

Paralyze your own mind so that you can prevent yourself from doing something too outrageous.

She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and raised the ends of her eyes slightly. Her long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped lightly, falling on her pale cheeks to form two beautiful silhouettes. Her words were simple and indescribably cold: "

It’s quite busy.”

Fu Yi's expression paused slightly, and he looked at Yan Ran, his narrow pupils deepening.

There is a vague undercurrent surging.

The man had gentle eyebrows and a gentle smile on his lips, and said jokingly: "What's wrong? I feel like you are unhappy? Do you not want to see me?"

Yan Ran paused, and Fu Yi's eyes fell on Yan Ran's hand.

They were a pair of hands without any flaws, perfect and beautiful, with fine bones, snow-white flesh, and dark blue blood vessels that were extremely fragile. This made the needle stuck in the blood vessels particularly unsightly and hideous, but it was also strange and made people's hearts rise.

A desire to destroy.

At this moment, the hands were clenched tightly together, as if they were enduring the stinging emotion.

He covered the dark light under his eyes and said gently, "Xiao Ran, if I do something bad, you can tell me and don't ignore me, okay?"

Fu Yi is such a person, gentle and friendly, and seems to tolerate everyone all the time, but this is not unconditional, and not everyone has it. He is only different for Yan Ran, which gives people the illusion that

In this man's mind, he was different, and he had all kinds of delusions, thinking that it was not just wishful thinking.

Little did they know, this was just a trap set by the hunter, who gradually induced the prey to jump in willingly.

Once you jump down, it will be difficult to climb back up, and the area will become a prison from now on.

He watched Yan Ran fall for him and go crazy for him, but he remained indifferent from beginning to end.

But this time, he seemed to have made a mistake.

Yan Ran still looked cold and indifferent, but finally looked over.

Fu Yi finally knew something was wrong. From the moment he arrived until now, except for Yan Ran who glanced at him at the beginning, he had to lower his eyelashes ever since.

This was a phenomenon that had never happened before. In the past, whenever he was around, Yan Ran's eyes would always be glued to him, as if he was the only one in his eyes, and could no longer tolerate anyone else.

But this time, Yan Ran didn't even want to look at him.

Yan Ran's eyes were a rare light color, like honey, and a little deep, as if they were trying to suck people in. The sounds of footsteps and conversations coming and going in the corridor were extremely confusing.

Hehe, hand over your tickets (confidently and hold out your hand)
Chapter completed!