Tang Luoran's face was expressionless, and she immediately withdrew her eyes, pushed the revolving door, and she staggered with him, one going in and the other going out.

When she walked out of the revolving door, a scream of excitement suddenly sounded behind her, and she almost had a nervous breakdown.

No matter who the other party is, it has nothing to do with her.

Back in the apartment, Tang Luoran took off her clothes and stretched out her legs into the bathtub, she slowly sank to the bottom, and the water continued to overflow and spread.

The thought of a strife that would soon ensue her felt like a lead poured into her heart.

Helplessly, even so, she still couldn't refuse.

Just for the sake of a nominal Fu Zichen's wife, she has to be willing to suffer all the pain that comes with it.

No matter how unwilling she is, she is all asking for herself, and she can't complain about others.

Before the doorbell rang, she closed her eyes, temporarily enjoying the tranquility of the moment and the feeling of being wrapped in warmth.

……

Draped in a bathrobe with a strap hanging loosely around her waist, she sat in front of the dresser, and as soon as she dried her hair, the doorbell rang, Tang Luoran was not surprised at all, put down the hair dryer, got up and walked out of the room.

When I opened the door, I saw Qin Yan in a suit and leather shoes standing at the door, carrying two shopping bags in his hands.

He handed the shopping bag to Tang Luoran, his attitude was very polite, and he had no intention of overstepping, "This is the dress that Mr. Fu selected for you, after he asked you to change into it, he went downstairs, and I parked the car at the entrance of the community." ”

"Got it, thanks." Calmly took the dress, but Tang Luoran's heart was a little fluctuating.

How worried was he that she would disgrace him before he was ready to do all this?

Even though she felt very uncomfortable, she still accepted it generously.

Because she didn't want to be a burden to him either.

Changing into a gown, she stood in front of a full-length mirror and stared at herself—the long tail skirt set off the iconic figure, and the ink-colored pattern blended on the light-colored base cloth, dignified and demure.

Putting up his long shawl hair, Tang Luoran changed his past from not applying powder, put on light makeup, and put lipstick in his bag so that he could touch up his makeup at any time.

Changing into high heels, she suddenly became a lot taller.

With a nervous heart, Tang Luoran went around and around before finally arriving at the gate of the community, she approved a jacket outside the dress, even so, it still attracted a lot of attention along the way.

Qin Xi had been waiting outside the car for a long time, opened the car door for her, and only closed the car door after she got into the car, and then returned to the car.

In the cramped space, the distance between Fu Zichen and her was only the size of a palm, his extraordinary temperament, and powerful aura made her tense nerves, in order to alleviate the embarrassment, she took the initiative to talk, "Why did you suddenly ...... today?"

In the past, she was left to fend for herself, and finally met at the door of the Fu family's mansion.

Today, she was unusually so enthusiastic, and she became uneasy.

"Don't think about it, I just don't want my family to gossip." Before she finished speaking, Fu Zichen interrupted her, he never moved his eyes to her, the moonlight poured down outside the window, and his delicate side face was more contoured.

Tang Luoran was suddenly a little embarrassed, she knew that it would be like this.

But she still had ridiculous expectations.

Answering him awkwardly, she stopped talking, and was speechless all the way, the atmosphere in the car dropped again and again, but she had no intention of saving it.

The car gallops on the deserted street, through the prosperous night scene of Jiangcheng, and enters the brightly lit luxury suburbs, which is the richest area with the highest land price in Jiangcheng.

Slowed down, drove slowly into the courtyard of a luxury villa, and circled around before stopping in front of the door. At this time, the door was already full of people, and the family members gathered together.

Qin Yan came down to open the door for Fu Zichen, and as soon as he got out of the car, he was surrounded by everyone's eyes.

Dressed in an Armani haute couture suit, the exquisite tailoring is commensurate with him, and the cold beauty makes people can't take their eyes off it.

The light emanating from the open door allowed Tang Luoran to see his appearance clearly, he was such a dazzling existence that made her obsessed with him.

He was waiting for her outside the car.

Tang Luoran hurriedly took off his black jacket and threw it in the car, grabbed his bag and got out of the car.

Try to calm down, reach out and hold his arm, it seems to be intimate, but in fact, there is a chasm between them that cannot be crossed no matter what.

"Smile." He glanced up at him, his gaze cold.

As a last resort, he hooked the corners of his mouth to reveal a faint smile, pretended to be happy, and swallowed all the truth of the grievances into his stomach, Tang Luoran slowly stepped on the marble steps.

In fact, there is no need to disguise them, they have long stopped treating her as a thing.

She always remembered that from beginning to end, Fu Zichen never spoke for her.

It took a lot of hoops to find the restroom on the first floor, and even if it wasn't her first time here, she couldn't remember the structure.

Standing in front of the washbasin, Tang Luoran turned on the faucet, she put her hand into the water, and the stimulation of the cold water flowing between her fingers made her sober up a lot, and she was stunned for a while.

The round ceiling lamp emits a dim glow, and the marble floor emits a dark glow.

Only by listening to the sound of the bubbling water can she temporarily calm down and not think about the bad words she just said to her.

Even so, she was not reconciled.

Could it be that it was her fault that she had not come out for five years?

Obviously, Fu Zichen has never touched her for so many years, with that pitiful warmth, how can she get pregnant?

There were no tears, Tang Luoran lowered his head, splashed cold water on his face, and washed his face with cold water.

The makeup was thin, but this wash was simply washed off.