Gentle and dumb, the missing five years are an eternal pain in her heart.

The smile on her face grew stiff and she sat awkwardly.

Compared with Fu Tingxiao, she is indeed incompetent.

"I ......"

"Let's eat. ”

Fu Tingxiao interrupted Wen Rou and didn't let her continue.

The atmosphere at the table was a little colder, and most of the rest of the time was Wen Rou communicating with Fu Hengyi.

At the end of dinner, Fu Tingxiao suddenly spoke, "Hengyi, go back to your room and rest." ”

Fu Hengyi obediently pulled his slippers and went upstairs along the wooden stairs.

"Wen Rou, there is one thing you answered me truthfully. ”

Facing Fu Tingxiao's serious expression, his soft breathing tightened, and he asked a little nervously, "What's the matter?"

"What about Vienna?"

"It," Gentle Eyes dodged, "it's gone." ”

"When?"

"Shortly after I went abroad, I'm sorry, I didn't take care of it, I had surgery in the hospital, and I had an attack of acute nephritis in Vienna and died shortly after I was taken to the hospital. ”

"Which pet hospital? Is there a death certificate?"

"I don't have to lie to you about this kind of thing, do I, Thunderbolt, do it?"

"You just need to tell me this information, and as for the reason, you don't have to know. ”

"I ......"

"Or is Vienna not dead at all, and you're lying to me?"

Wen Ruan met Fu Tingxiao's fierce gaze, silently took out his mobile phone, and got up again to get a paper and pen, "I wrote you the specific address of the hospital, and the information about Vienna's death should also be kept over there, you ask people to call to check, it is easy to find." ”

She handed the note with the message written to Fu Tingxiao, "I just think it's very unnecessary for you to do this, and it won't do me any good if I lie about it." ”

"Soft, in fact, sometimes some information that is useless at first can indicate a problem. ”

Fu Tingxiao put the note away, "Vienna was a gift I gave you back then, and when you took it away, I thought you would cherish it." ”

"I'm sorry, Thunderbolt, but I was too busy with myself during that time, and if I had known it was going to happen, I would rather not take it with me. ”

"It's useless to talk about this now," Fu Tingxiao leaned forward slightly, "Wen Rou, even if you don't tell me what happened abroad all these years, I will still investigate it." ”

After speaking, Fu Tingxiao went upstairs with a note.

Wen Ruan sat alone in the dining room of Nuoda, looking up at the end of the stairs, and her mood was always difficult to calm down.

In the deep twilight, Wen Soft sat quietly in the bedroom alone, and the mailbox was a new script that the screenwriter had just sent.

Because of Zhao Xinran's withdrawal halfway, many plots need to be revised, and the soft fans have increased a lot.

Wen Rou looked at the dense text on the screen, but he didn't see it in his heart at all.

Fu Tingxiao......

After some struggle, she got up, went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare some fresh fruit, and knocked softly on the door of the study.

"Take a break, huh?" said Wen Soft, smiling softly, and gently placing the fruit bowl on the desk.

Fu Tingxiao was still busy in front of the computer, and quickly raised his eyes to look at her, "Hmm." ”

Although he agreed, his slender fingers still moved quickly on the keyboard.

"Thunder Owl ......" Gently clenched his fingers a little nervously, and after mustering up his courage, he came to Fu Tingxiao's side, "Eat some fruit?"

"Wait until I'm done. ”

"Good. ”

Wen Soft retreated to the sofa next to her, but this wait was two hours.

The fruit is no longer fresh, and Zhang Ziyi is also yawning.

Fu Tingxiao finally turned off the computer, but he didn't get up in a hurry, but leaned back in the chair and quietly looked at Wen Rou, who was holding a book in the sofa.

Wen Rou was obviously extremely sleepy, dozing off like a sleepy bug.

"Ahem. ”

Fu Tingxiao deliberately cleared his throat, and the sound he made successfully made Wen Rou wake up quickly.

She stood up in a panic, "Are you done?"

"Hmm. ”

"Then ......," softly tweaked her fingers, "let's go back to the room and rest." ”

Fu Tingxiao's gaze fell on Wen Soft's hand, and a faint smile appeared between his thin lips, "Wen Soft, deliberately waiting for me?"

I ...... There is no ......"

An unnatural flush added to her face, and she stood stiffly aside.

"Don't forget what I said, a quiet dinner can't get me away, and if you don't be flexible, I'll take back this role. ”

"Don't!" Hearing this, Wen Rou immediately became nervous, she frowned and stared at Fu Tingxiao, "I beg you, don't do this." ”

"Wen Rou, you don't have to beg me, the initiative is in your hands. ”

Fu Tingxiao raised his eyebrows, and turned to walk out of the study leisurely.

Wen Ruan was afraid that Fu Tingxiao would change his mind, so he immediately followed.

"Thunder Owl ......" entered the bedroom, and she hugged Fu Ting Owl directly from behind in a hurry, "I ......"

Fu Tingxiao turned around slowly, "What am I?"

The soft apricot eyes were full of crampedness, she glanced at Fu Tingxiao timidly and then quickly lowered her head, "I ......"

"If you don't say anything, I'm going to call my people. ”

"Don't!"

Wen Rou looked at him, his heart was crossed, and he simply tiptoed and kissed Fu Tingxiao's lips.

The hot and intense kiss, under Fu Tingxiao's counterattack, the soft breathing quickly messed up.

When she was about to suffocate, Fu Tingxiao finally let her go.

"Mrs. Fu," his voice was low and full of demagogy, "so anxious?

Wen Rou was stunned for a moment, leaned on Fu Tingxiao's arms and turned to look over.

The bedroom door was wide open, and she couldn't imagine how bad it would have been if Fu Hengyi had just stood at the door and saw the scene in the room.

"Since Mrs. Fu is so anxious, how can I, as a husband, not satisfy you?"

Fu Tingxiao picked up Wen Rou horizontally, and the door of the room closed in response, making Wen Rou lose his freedom.

——

The early morning rays of sunlight spilled into the room through the gaps in the curtains, Fu Tingxiao stood in front of the bed and arranged his tie, looking down at the person who was still sleeping on the bed, and his lips hooked up a faint arc.

He leaned over slightly, helped Wen Soft cover the quilt that she kicked aside, his eyes touched the large piece of bare snow-white skin between her neck and the cyan marks on it, and couldn't help but gently rub her soft face.

went downstairs with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and this whole day, Fu Tingxiao's mood was very good.

The crew is suspended, and Wen Rou can have a lot of time to get along with Fu Hengyi, of course, this also means that she has a lot of time to contact Fu Tingxiao.

In the past five years, Fu Tingxiao has changed a lot, and the change that touches Wen Rou the most is naturally the frequency of his homecoming.