: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (44)

Author: Yaoli

She tried to speak as softly as possible so that the other party could understand how much she valued her.

Fu Ji's eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he thought of. He pressed his fingers hard on the back of his hand, revealing traces of blood.

He pursed his lips tightly, the curves were hard and cold.

Yan Ran held his hand again: "It's true to admit that I did like you before, and it's true that I like you now. I have no reason to lie to you."

Hearing such coaxing words, Fu Ji seemed to be unable to suppress his anger any longer: "Like it? Is your like valuable?"

When Yan Ran was still stunned by these words, he suddenly stood up, turned around and slammed the door and went out.

Yan Ran quickly followed out.

Fu Ji did not choose to take the elevator, but chose to take the stairs, which was very fast. Yan Ran asked him to stop from behind, but he did not stop.

Having already walked out of this public building, the lights on the roadside were dim and not too bright.

Fu Ji walked faster, and Yan Ran had no choice but to run behind him before she could barely catch him.

"Xiao Ji, if you have something to say, please tell me..."

Fu Ji pushed Yan Ran away: "I have nothing to say to you."

This lack of food and salt made Yan Ran a little anxious, "Don't be like this, let's go back first, and I will explain it to you properly when we get back."

Fu Ji sneered and raised his eyebrows sarcastically, "What's the explanation between us? It's just a transaction between you and me. It was like this at the beginning anyway. Didn't you think so before? I'm just a substitute, just

It's just a little pet you play with in your spare time. Do you need to explain to me? You don't."

There are not many people living in this high-end villa area, but they are not that small. There are not many people at night. Apart from a few vehicles passing by, there are also a few single figures walking back and forth.

And Fu Ji's current look is obviously out of control.

Yan Ran has never dealt with this kind of thing. She has always been dignified and decent in front of the public. She has not changed out of her suit, but she has no time to care about it, because she definitely can't let Fu Ji leave alone in such a mental state.

Even if he leaves, where can he go?

Yan Ran tightened her grip on him, her hair in front of her forehead was messy, this was her most embarrassing act of losing her composure and lowering her figure.

"Xiao Ji, it was indeed my fault before. Can you go home with me first?"

"Home? Is that my home? I don't have a home! No one likes me, no one wants me!"

His voice was not loud, and could even be called gentle, but the disgust, contempt, and impatience on his face were getting worse.

Yan Ran was stunned when he heard this, and his light-colored pupils dilated slightly.

Fu Ji's expression changed instantly when he saw Yan Ran, and he was also stunned.

Both of them were silent for a while.

The cold wind at night blew, and Yan Ran's body trembled subconsciously. After reacting, he lowered his head slightly, and his pale lips were bloodless.

But she still didn't let go, her voice was hoarse and slow, "Don't talk about yourself like that..."

Fu Ji came back to his senses, pulled Yan Ran's hand away with force, and looked at her sideways, taunting her slightly.

He didn't say anything and strode away.

Yan Ran did not follow him.

She stood there and saw Fu Ji's figure slowly getting further away.

The cold wind was howling, the leaves were swaying, and the leaves were rustling, but there was no sound of that person's footsteps anymore.

Fu Ji's face was still out of control just now. A pair of overly cold eyes were darker than the night, as if a lantern exploded, and the instant heat was reduced to a gray coldness that was extinguished.

This performance has lost another protagonist, so there is no desire to continue the performance.

Fu Ji's steps slowed down, and the corner of his mouth froze in a sarcastic arc the next second.

The dull footsteps were particularly loud in this quiet night. Apart from his footsteps, there was another person overlapping his footsteps.

Not too far away, not too close, not too close, but following him from a safe distance, almost blending in with his footsteps.

Fu Ji's expression was shocked. This was not a disguise, but a surprise that was completely unexpected and could not be concealed.

He didn't turn around and continued walking forward.

The people behind him didn't say anything and kept a safe distance.

After almost half an hour, Fu Ji seemed to be tired from walking and slowly stopped.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the movement behind him.

The people behind me walked over with very light steps.

Came to his side, came to his back.

Then, I hugged him.

The familiar and warm embrace and the faint fragrance surrounded his whole body, like terrifying vines, tightly entangled.

There was a faint stabbing pain in my chest... It was like the dead heart was still beating and the dead soul was still screaming.

The nails pierced the palms of his hands, and his heartbeat was so intense that he felt like he was about to die.

In order to avoid this strange and uncontrollable feeling, Fu Ji waved his hand and pushed Yan Ran away without even thinking.

His eyes were cold, his mouth was pursed tightly, and his whole body was as tight as a string, staring at Yan Ran as if facing a formidable enemy.

Fu Ji wanted to run away, but the soles of his feet seemed to have roots and he couldn't move at all.

I could only watch as Yan Ran came closer, his pale and sickly face, the bright red moles, and the flawless white jade, which was shocking.

The light-colored pupils were like amber under the light, and seemed to have a layer of watery light.

Before Fu Ji could react, he was grabbed by the neck. The force was obviously not heavy, but it forced him to lower his head in embarrassment.

As soon as Yan Ran stood on tiptoe, a soft and warm touch fell on his lips.

It is undeniable that Yan Ran is really warm, whether it is her hands, her arms, or even her lips...

In front of Fu Ji, who was as stiff as a sculpture, Yan Ran simply took the initiative, put her other hand next to his ear, and carefully rubbed his temple with her thumb, as if cherishing it.

Fu Ji had a strange feeling...

It's as if he is really loved, not falsely, not lies, but sincerely, the only sincerity in the world...

But, is Yan Ran sincere?

Fu Ji suddenly felt that the tip of his heart was pricked by a small needle. It was not very painful, but it was completely unignorable.

Next to the dim street lamp, with the young leaves on the branches swaying, and the moonlight shining down on the stars, they kissed each other indulgently.

It was really just a pure, lip-to-lip kiss. Yan Ran seemed to only know this action, grinding it repeatedly, and unknowingly, her fingers got into Fu Ji's palm, gently holding him.

It seems to be leading him in the direction of light in the darkness.

The lights were dim and there were only a few passers-by.

No one will pay attention to the scene under the street lights. They are in a hurry and no one cares.
Chapter completed!