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Zhong Qiao put on his seat belt and asked him, "Are you going to work overtime tonight?"

If not, she would pick him up.

Fu Yanchen raised his eyes and his eyes brightened: "What?"

"I'm not far from your company. If you don't join me -"

Suddenly, the ear-splitting intercom phone rang. It was the secretary urging the board of directors to meet at the beginning of the year. .

Fu Yanchen answered the call with his usual expression, "Yes."

However, when he put the call down, he was slightly heavier than usual, revealing his annoyance and impatience at this time.

He calmed down and continued the topic, "What if you don't add me?"

Zhong Qiao forgot about it for a moment. He paused and then remembered, "If you don't add me, I'll pick you up from work."

"...Yeah." The same word, but softer than the previous one, "But there is an important meeting to be held tonight, and I have to work overtime. I will try to come back as early as possible. It's cold, so you go home first."

Zhong Qiao was in front of the screen . She made an "OK" gesture and said, "Then I'm going home."

After going home and finishing dinner, she played with Jiawen for a while, then went back to her room to take a bath.

Acrylic panels are clamped to the tub, holding tablets and fruit.

My favorite TV series was playing in front of me, and time passed quickly. The hot water soaked every inch of my skin, and I felt sleepy quickly.

After taking a bath, he finished a set of skin care procedures. Finally, he left a small lamp for Fu Yanchen. Zhong Qiao hugged the pillow and fell asleep comfortably.

When he woke up the next day, Fu Yanchen was not around either.

But the folds on that side of the bed and the water next to the bedside table indicated that he was back last night.

She pressed her phone and looked at the time. It was already nine-thirty in the morning.

No wonder, I must have gone to work at this point.

In the next few days, Fu Yanchen also went out early and came back late every day. Her biological clock was originally adjusted to go to bed early and get up early because of the previous drama rehearsal, and then changed to go to bed early and get up late because of the cooling.

So these days, although the two sleep in the same bed, they don't spend much time together.

The only communication was in bed.

On this day, Zhong Qiao didn't get up until nearly noon.

Cheng Shu was worried and went to her room to take a look. When she came in, she found that the curtains in the room were all drawn up. She didn't know what kind of material they were made of, and there was no light at all. The whole bedroom was dark, like night.

She touched her daughter's forehead and said, "Yao Yao, why can't you afford it? The sun is shining on your butt. Didn't you say that you made an appointment with a beautician during lunch break?"

Zhong Qiao slowly opened his eyes, his voice sounded dehydrated. Qian Ya asked, "What time is it?"

"It's past twelve o'clock. Auntie has prepared a meal. You go and eat some. If you really want to sleep, ask the beautician to come another day. You can come back after dinner and take a nap."

"It's okay . ." Zhong Qiao picked up the water cup on the bedside table and took a sip of water. "I'm almost asleep."

She rubbed her eyes, put on her slippers, and prepared to wash up.

When she was approaching the bathroom, she suddenly explained, "I caught up on a drama yesterday and slept late."

Cheng Shu hummed without thinking much, "Then I'll go out first. After you wash up, remember to come out to eat. "

After Cheng Shu left, Zhong Qiao came out after washing up and accidentally bumped into the trash can beside the bed. When he looked down, his whole face was red.

Three or four used condoms were placed "blatantly" on top of the trash can. I don't know if Cheng Shu saw it.

They were all used last night, and she didn't even know what time she went to bed in the end.

Fu Yanchen has been acting more fiercely these days, but he talks much less than usual.

Abnormal...too abnormal.

...

Finally, I waited until the weekend and didn't need to go to work.

Fu Yanchen said that someone would come to visit his home in the afternoon.

Zhong Qiao was worried that he would not be able to find a suitable opportunity to ask him after such a hassle, so he ruthlessly set an alarm clock for half past six.

In the morning, the alarm clock rang. Fu Yanchen saw an arm as white as a lotus root stretching out from the quilt. He touched the mobile phone on the bedside table and turned off the alarm clock.

He thought it was Zhong Qiao who set it up by mistake, so he ignored it and changed his clothes aside.

Zhong Qiao struggled to turn over, looking for Fu Yanchen's figure sleepily... accidentally, he saw an exciting scene, a male waist, six-pack abs, and a mermaid line spreading downward.

The person suddenly sobered up a lot.

Although I have seen it many times, this half-exposed appearance is even more attractive.

When Fu Yanchen got his head out of his sportswear, he saw that Zhong Qiao was awake and staring at him.

He was stunned for a moment, "Why are you up so early?"

Zhong Qiao curled his lips, "Are you in a bad mood recently?"

You set the alarm clock early in the morning just to ask him this?

Fu Yanchen said nothing, only looked at her seriously.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Zhong Qiao's heart. With this look, I'm afraid the reason for his bad mood had something to do with her.

Don't lower your blackening value!

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"It's okay."

"..."

Zhong Qiao didn't believe that he was okay. He jumped out of bed, gently tugged on the hem of his clothes, and shook it, "What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? " ?"

She blinked sincerely, "Tell me if you have anything to do." "

Don't secretly lower the blackening value!

Fu Yanchen still didn't speak, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

He sent someone to check and found out that the man was the nephew of Zhongqiao's neighbor, and there would be a wedding in a while.

The two met just to catch up on old times, drank a cup of coffee and left.

It wasn't that he cared about it.

But it was other memories that were involved in this incident - she talked about her boyfriend.

He is not the kind of man who cares about his wife having a boyfriend before marriage.

It just suddenly occurred to me that she had never said anything like she liked or loved him to him.

His experiences from childhood to adulthood gave him a sense of emotional unworthiness.

He could accept that there was no one in her heart.

However, I cannot accept that she has another man in her heart.

So when he mistakenly thought that Zhong Qiao was meeting his ex-boyfriend, he would involuntarily feel panic in his heart, with some sourness mixed in with the panic.

The trapped beast within is showing signs of breaking out of its cage.

But, before the worst possibility happens, it's all his problem.

It's because he's sensitive, overthinking, and suspicious.

So he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't feel qualified to ask. When Zhong Qiao asked him what was wrong, he could only say, "It's okay."

Zhong Qiao persisted in his persistence and refused to give up without asking what was wrong. "Didn't we agree before that we should communicate immediately if we have anything to do? We can't hold it in our hearts."

Fu Yanchen sighed helplessly and wanted to say, It's hard to know where to start.

After a while, he finally uttered a sentence, "Are you still in contact with your ex-boyfriend?"

Zhong Qiao blurted out, "No, let alone contact, I don't even remember what he looks like."

The answer to this question was completely There is no need to think about it. Whether or not she has talked to her "boyfriend" is yet to be verified, let alone contact her.

Fu Yanchen paused and suddenly laughed, "Your memory..."

Zhong Qiao glared, "What's wrong with me?"

Fu Yanchen's eyebrows smiled more, "Excellent."

If you don't remember, just say good.

After chatting for a few words, Fu Yanchen's mood improved visibly, and the depression of the previous few days no longer existed.

The problem has been solved. Zhong Qiao felt sleepy and took Fu Yanchen to sleep.

When he closed his eyes, he was still thinking about how he could be coaxed in just two or three words.

As a result, I fell asleep before I could even think of a name.

.....

In the afternoon, Lin Ziao came to the door with Yang Xinhui.

After the gambling game that day, he was severely criticized by his family and locked up for half a month. On the day he came out, his family urged him to build a good relationship with Fu Yanchen, saying that he lost. A hotel doesn't matter, but the most important thing is not to offend anyone.

So, he mentioned many times that he wanted to visit him, and he only got a reply this week.

Yang Xinhui followed him, her expression getting worse and worse.

She also likes surfing the Internet, so she naturally knows the relationship between General Funing's Mansion and Zhong Qiao.

Before coming, Lin Ziao said that he was going to visit a friend of his. He only emphasized the noble status of the other party and did not specify who he was.

If she had known earlier, she would never have come.

Butler Jiang led them through the scenic spot and into the garden within the garden.

Yang Xinhui squeezed the hand held by Lin Ziao tightly.

Lin Ziao thought she was nervous, so he patted her soothingly with his other hand and whispered, "It's okay, this is my cousin's iron brother."

Yang Xinhui: "..."

When they entered the hall, She has the courage to look down upon death.

No matter how hard Zhong Qiao got on with her, he would have to pretend on the surface.

It's okay, it's okay, she comforted herself.

When Lin Ziao entered the door, the first thing he did was to call Zhong Qiao attentively, "Sister-in-law."

Then he looked at the man on the main seat and said, "Brother Fu, I wanted to visit you at some time in the new year, but you haven't been there yet. Opportunity."

After that, she introduced Yang Xinhui to them, "This is my girlfriend."

Yang Xinhui smiled stiffly, feeling inexplicably anxious and clenching her nails unconsciously.

The sound of their conversation faded away little by little, became blurry... and finally became inaudible.

While Fu Yanchen was talking to Lin Ziao, Zhong Qiao looked at Yang Xinhui curiously.

She knew this man.

It is mentioned in the novel that he is a close friend who fell in love with and killed the original owner.

Compete with each other, but also cherish each other.

When the original owner was in poverty and his friends were separated, Yang Xinhui treated the original owner as usual.

They will not be treated differently because of the original owner's embarrassment.

And Yang Xinhui herself is also a poor person, suffering from bipolar disorder, extremely world-weary, and pessimistic about everything.

The bad experiences in the past left a deep shadow in her heart, and she has been unable to get out of it.

Under the influence of this pessimistic mentality, true love is missed.

The final outcome was not good either.

Zhong Qiao looked at Lin Ziao next to him. The man said openly that Yang Xinhui was his girlfriend.

Come to think of it, this is Yang Xinhui's true love in the novel.

Yang Xinhui has been paying attention to Zhong Qiao out of the corner of her eye.

Naturally, she discovered that Zhong Qiao was also looking at her... as if he was holding back some bad move.

But this is Zhong Qiao's home court, and even Lin Zi'ao, whom she relies on, has become cautious here, and she has almost no way to deal with it.

Suddenly, it was like seawater poured into his mouth and nose, and a long-lost feeling of suffocation came over him.

Zhong Qiao noticed something was wrong with Yang Xinhui. Thinking of her bipolar disorder, Fu Er said to Fu Yanchen, "You guys talk about your business while Xinhui and I go somewhere else to play."

"Well, you go ahead." Fu Yan Chen glanced at Yang Xinhui briefly and added in a low voice, "Don't play too crazy."

"I know." Zhong Qiao laughed, looked at Yang Xinhui, and slowly looked up from her clasped nails, " Xinhui, let's go play in the yard?"

The vague sounds around him became clear and specific after Zhong Qiao said this.

Yang Xinhui's eyes trembled.