Many moments, many scenes, seem to overlap with certain moments, and his thoughts are a lot confused, and those lost intuition make Xia He feel as if he has regained freshness.

She is not a messy person, ready to know what she needs, but too many unexpected, just like her and Chang Qiming.

Yes, she hasn't contacted Chang Qiming for a long time, no, shouldn't it be said that Chang Qiming hasn't contacted her for a long time? It's not that she didn't respond, she forcibly escaped.

She believes that Fang Zeyu is not unaware, but he is also letting it go, anyway, this is their game, and they will all return to the duel after all, looking for a win or loss. Too much expectation out of thin air is the sequelae of those big gambles.

Liang Jinglu is diligent, greetings every morning and evening, gossip after tea and dinner, in fact, Xia He has no mood at all, but she still has to pretend to be ignorant and play the girl in Liang Jinglu's heart.

On the third day after waking up, Xia He was about to go out, naturally Zheng Ran took care of it, Fang Zeyu didn't ask, but he knew in his heart that everything Zheng Ran did was his acquiescence, but when he was on the edge of law and morality, he would be like an irrelevant passerby, not even a bystander.

"If, one day, when the muzzle of the gun is pointed at Fang Zeyu, will you stand in front of him without hesitation?" After sitting in the back seat of the off-road, looking at Fang Zeyu who was sitting in the courtyard leisurely flipping through the book, Xia He asked Zheng Ran who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Who knows!" Zheng Ran looked at Fang Zeyu in the rearview mirror, he dragged his cheeks, and the latest financial news was on the computer.

When he has to work, Fang Zeyu is always a little listless, like a poor student who deserts in class, but he can always answer the teacher's questions correctly.

"Eh......" Xia He stared at Zheng Ran's back, thoughtful. 89 Literature Network

They all carry their own secrets, overcome obstacles, and do it according to their own will, even if they are covered in bruises. Perhaps, in them, there are no so-called friends, they are used to calculating and being calculated, and what they really trust is only themselves.

The car left the courtyard and drove deeper into the forest, the further forward the road conditions became, Zheng Ran's speed was not slow, but Xia He didn't feel too bumpy.

She was not familiar with the surrounding environment, and even felt a little creepy, but since she was still alive, she didn't bother to worry about it so much, and now she didn't even bother to ask where she was.

"Do you know why Fang Zeyu likes you so much?" After being silent for a long time, Zheng Ran suddenly opened the conversation.

Xia He touched his nose, Fang Zeyu likes himself, I don't think it's the same for me every day. Is it because she doesn't have so many calculations, and it's not right, she is willing to get close to him, or she is willing to let him get close to herself, she still has a lot of selfishness. At first, I didn't want to starve to death, but then I wanted to go to a more gorgeous future.

"Why?" Despite this, Xia He still continued to ask the question.

The deeper you go into the forest, the narrower the path becomes, the trees are taller, and the light is not so bright, like a densely covered primeval forest.

"Because you never ask. Zheng Ran also admired Xia He a little, obviously there were so many doubts, and the doubts were so obvious, but Xia He never asked more.

Both sides are hiding, preferring direct action or finding a breakthrough in the details. Xia He has been walking beside them, but she has never come closer, or rather, like Fang Zeyu, is watching.

Their transaction is like this, they know that they can't go deep to find out too much, or, Fang Zeyu understands that they can't push themselves too hard. Leave room for each other to move forward, not backward.