In order to avoid gossip, Jiang Hanchen took Tang Luoran to his personal office.

The dimly lit room was filled with the smell of disinfectant and a hint of fragrance, and the desk was littered with papers, all of which were neat.

But it's a sure thing.

Tang Luoran sat down on the edge of the bed, Jiang Hanchen poured her a cup of warm boiled water, and pulled a chair to sit down opposite her, his eyes always on her.

"What's the matter?" Tang Luoran held the water cup and didn't drink it.

Nervous?

Actually, no, Tang Luoran just wants to lie down and sleep well now, she is exhausted and has no strength to think about other things.

Fu Zichen's figure, his delicate face appeared in her mind, over and over again.

No matter how deliberately she forgets, she just keeps chopping.

"Click-" The plastic cup was crumpled tightly in her hand, and the warm boiled water overflowed and dripped unbiasedly onto her jeans, and she came to her senses.

As soon as he looked up, Jiang Hanchen handed her the tissue, and he always smiled and was not publicized.

He's not gloating.

Holding a tissue to wipe off the wet and discolored jeans, Tang Luoran lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, I caused such trouble to the hospital, I can guarantee that there will be no next time." ”

Obviously, she was not referring to the trivial matter in front of her, but the incident that had just passed - being surrounded by the media, attacked by Yin Zi, and questioned by Fu Zichen.

And she is just a doctor, and if you want to talk about identity, at most she is the daughter of a municipal leader, which is not unusual.

Who would have thought that it would attract so much resentment.

She understands Yin Zi's resentment towards her, but why did the assistant betray her?

Tang Luoran didn't know what was going on.

Shaking his head, Jiang Hanchen took the cup that was already crumpled in her hand, from the beginning, he noticed that she had been absent-minded, and it seemed that she was still thinking about what had just happened.

Maybe he was thinking about someone, such as Fu Zichen.

"You have something you can't say, I understand, and I believe that you are not as ugly as those reporters say, I wonder if it will make you angry if you say this?" He was always gentle with her.

Tang Luoran chuckled, but his eyes were gloomy, "How could it be ......?"

If she could, she also wanted to continue to laugh with Jiang Hanchen as if nothing had happened, and treat what had just happened as a ridiculous joke.

However, it can't be done.

With a heavy heart like lead, Tang Luoran smiled bitterly.

She didn't want Jiang Hanchen to see it, so she lowered her head, pretended to be calm, and grabbed the hem of her white coat with both hands, scratching out wrinkles.

It's stupid to be sad for an impossible love.

At this time, after a short silence, Jiang Hanchen suddenly asked her, "Do you have a good relationship with Fu Zichen?" ”

In the end, it came to this.

The aura between her and Fu Zichen just now was different from that of outsiders, and it felt like a very close relationship, but it was like a stranger, and it was because of the contradiction that Jiang Hanchen was so curious.

Whether it's good or not, in fact, it's not for her to decide.

The hand that grabbed the hem of the white coat paused, and then let go in the next second, Tang Luoran raised his head and did not answer.

"Luo Ran......" A light call, Jiang Hanchen immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Even if his heart was full of doubts, he couldn't ask any more questions, anyway, time would reveal everything, so now, he wouldn't ask anything.

Before he could apologize, Tang Luoran opened his lips, "I have a general relationship with him, and I usually don't have much to do with him, maybe I was scared today, I'm fine, you don't have to worry." ”

As she spoke, her heart was dripping blood.

has been chasing Fu Zichen all these years, she forgot the feeling of being cared for, and her heart was densely covered with scars.

Jiang Hanchen's concern was like warm water, slowly approaching her cold world, peeling away her wounds layer by layer.

Boiling frogs in warm water makes people feel unspeakably painful.

Her long shawl hair hung down from her chest, and her thin shoulders were exposed to him.

He never imagined that he would feel so sorry for someone.

"I'm sorry." Apologized solemnly, Jiang Hanchen's voice was very close to her.

Suspicious in his heart, Tang Luoran turned his head and looked ahead, and responded to him, "It's none of your business, I really have nothing to do with Fu Zichen......

Before the words fell, she reacted - Jiang Hanchen stood up close to her, the work card hanging around his neck was hanging in the air because he was bent over, his handsome face on the work card was enlarged in front of her, and he was smiling brightly in the photo.

This is...... What the?

Her brain was blank, and the next second she fell into his arms, Jiang Hanchen hugged her very tightly, almost unwilling to let go for a moment, and put her whole person in the crook of his arm.

"I'm sorry, from now on, until you are willing to take the initiative to tell me, I will not ask about your relationship with Fu Zichen, so can you forgive me?" Muttering, Jiang Hanchen rested his chin on the top of her head, rubbing against her soft hair.

A pleasant fragrance filled his nostrils.

He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a satisfied smile.

But Tang Luoran couldn't be so calm, her eyes widened, staring at his light blue neckline, and she didn't react for a long time.

What do you mean?

For so many years, she has only been single-minded to Fu Zichen, Tang Luoran has never cared about other people's eyes, and she doesn't understand how other people get along.

But I can still vaguely feel that Jiang Hanchen is not so gentle with everyone.

In a daze, Tang Luoran reached out and hugged him.

In an instant, Jiang Hanchen's heart suddenly beat very fast, and after a beat slowed down, the rhythm was out of order.

The throbbing of this moment has never been before before.

"Luo Ran......" In a trance, he muttered, his cheeks rubbed against her soft hair, and before the words that came to his heart could be blurted out, Tang Luoran pushed him away first, pulling away a distance.

Looking at Jiang Hanchen in a daze, she blinked her eyes, and her tone was calm when she spoke, "I'm a little sleepy." ”

Tang Luoran!

was shouting in his heart, but he still had to chuckle helplessly on his face, Jiang Hanchen nodded and pointed to the bed behind her, "You can sleep here for a while, and I'll call you later, don't worry, I have hardly touched it here, the sheets are clean, and no one will disturb you-"

Before she finished speaking, Tang Luoran fell to the side, rubbed her high heels off, and lifted her long legs to the bed, her eyes closed, and there were tears on her face.

Now she is tired and just wants to rest.

Other than that, she couldn't care about anything.

"Good afternoon." Jiang Hanchen spoke softly, his eyes looking at her gently.

There's no denying that there's a fire burning in his heart.

It's just that he is more sensible, so in the end he didn't do anything, and when he turned to leave, he didn't forget to turn off the night light, so he closed the door.

The cold wind that poured in from the window at the end of the hallway ruffled his dark hair, and all the distractions of his thoughts were blown away.

The heat of the body gradually dissipated.

With an indifferent smile, Jiang Hanchen turned around and left quickly.

……

At the same time, Fu Zichen, who was miles away, frowned and felt heavy.

He was alone in the spacious office, with a marble layer on his desk, reflecting his appearance—a cold face and a grim expression with the momentum of a storm.

With his back against the back of the chair, his elbows resting on the handles, and his right hand playing with a delicate fountain pen.

His mind was full of Tang Luoran's face surrounded by reporters, obviously desperate, and desperate.

I've never seen her like that, but it's not surprising, he has only had a handful of opportunities to get along with her in the past five years, and he almost never looks at each other every time he meets, so he naturally doesn't know.

But when he saw it today, he was a little unbearable.

This is not his usual style.

"How many layers of masks are you wearing...... a deep voice, Fu Zichen's obsidian-like eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and soon extinguished again, obviously he still cares about what happened today.

It can be said that this is the first time ever.

In a trance, his eyes were erratic, and he inadvertently landed on the phone in the corner of the desk, who knew that the phone rang in the next second, and the system read the caller number - the call from the assistant Qin Yan.

With his brows furrowed, Fu Zichen put down the pen and pressed the hands-free.

"Mr. Fu, Miss Yin Zi asked me to ask if you are still angry?" Qin Yan's attitude was polite, and he relayed Yin Zi's words as they were.

Of course, at this moment he was already on his way back to the company.

Slender fingers tapped his cheek, and his tone was indifferent, "What about her?" ”

"I've already sent her back to her residence to rest, and I don't dare to call you to say that I'm afraid that you are still angry and will have a fetus." Qin Shi told the truth, it seemed that Yin Zi also expected what Fu Zichen would say.

Angry, did she say him?

In fact, no, for Fu Zichen, it is far more difficult to make him angry than to make him happy, but this does not mean that his heart is good, and others can challenge his patience at will.

No one has such qualifications.

At this moment, Fu Zichen wasn't thinking about Yin Zi's matter at all, and he didn't want to toss it anymore, so he simply responded in a hurry, "I'm not angry, you let her raise the fetus with peace of mind, and don't do anything that affects the child next time." ”

He spoke indifferently, and he didn't feel a trace of joy or sorrow.

The meaning of this is up to Yin Zi to figure it out herself, and I believe she will not let him down.

Compared to this matter, what Fu Zichen cared about was what he asked Qin Shi to do today, "How did you handle the things that you asked you to do today?" ”

When he left the hospital, he once whispered a few words beside Qin Shi when the reporter and Yin Zi were not paying attention.

The words are not long, but they are just three or two words, "Stop people." ”

"Yes."

Since journalists interfered in his personal affairs without his consent, he certainly would not let them go.

As for how to deal with it, Qin Yan will judge.

After staying by Fu Zichen's side for so many years, the things that should be understood in his duty have been understood, and Qin Xian naturally will not let him down, and he does not have this kind of opportunity. He responded respectfully, "It's all been suppressed, and no one dares to spread what happened today." ”

With the Fu family's strong financial resources and Fu Zichen's identity, suppressing a few nobodies is as simple as crushing an ant.

Therefore, Fu Zichen was not surprised by such a result.

"Good." With an indifferent smile, he immediately hung up the phone, leaned back in the chair again, turned his eyes to the computer on the other side of the desk, and the flashing screen showed a message - "Fu Jia's family annexed Lin's real estate", "Real estate predator Fu Zichen ranked ...... in the international rich list"

The news was nothing but for him.