I thought it would take a while to get on the phone, but after a few beeps, the phone was picked up, and then Fu Zichen's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Something?" ”

The voice was low and a little magnetic, mellow as wine, which made people addicted as soon as they heard it, Tang Luoran's heartbeat instantly lost its balance, and the fingertips holding the mobile phone gradually became cold.

"It seems like we haven't seen each other in a long time, you ...... When are you available? Speaking of this, Tang Luoran's voice stopped abruptly again.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if Fu Zichen was really patiently listening to her words and waiting for her follow-up.

Tang Luoran took a deep breath and said the next sentence clearly, "I want to talk to you." ”

In the office on the top floor of a well-known business building in the center of Jiangcheng City, the man sitting at the desk held the phone in one hand and a black fountain pen in the other, and signed his name at the bottom of a contract clause.

After hearing Tang Luoran's words 'I want to talk to you', Fu Zichen paused the pen in his hand on the paper, leaned forward, picked up a cup of white porcelain cup placed in front of the table, lowered his head and took a sip, and found that the tea in the cup was already cold.

Fu Zichen frowned unhappily and pressed the pager.

The secretary knocked on the door and entered, gave Fu Zichen a glass of Biluochun, and then closed the door and left.

Fu Zichen leaned back on the boss's chair a little lazily, lit a cigarette for himself, and took a sharp puff, then picked up the phone again.

Tang Luoran had been waiting for Fu Zichen's answer, but she didn't hear anything else except for a small sound on the phone, and she hesitated to hang up the phone directly......

But at the moment when Tang Luoran was about to put down her phone, Fu Zichen's voice came into her ears extremely calmly, "What can't you say on the phone?" ”

"I've seen this morning's entertainment newspaper, so, I want to talk to you......" Tang Luoran tried to keep his breathing steady, and repeated what he had just said.

Hearing this, Fu Zichen's face changed slightly, and he tapped the slender fingers of the sandalwood table and stopped, he took a few puffs of cigarette and said, "I know, I have a meeting tonight, tomorrow, I will go home tomorrow." ”

As soon as the words of this sentence fell, Fu Zichen had already hung up the phone, feeling a little impatient.

Tang Luoran hadn't come back to her senses yet, she still maintained the posture of holding her mobile phone, and what resounded in her mind was the last sentence that Fu Zichen had just said.

Fu Zichen said that he is going home tomorrow?

Fu Zichen's so-called 'home' is the villa wedding house he bought when he and Tang Luoran got married, built in a high-end 'Splendid Garden' villa area on the outskirts of the most Jiangcheng City, which is not close to Fu Zichen's company and the hospital where Tang Luoran works.

So after the wedding night, Fu Zichen never came back.

At first, Tang Luoran lived alone, but after a long time, she simply moved out, and only came back occasionally on Saturdays and Sundays, cleaning and cleaning by the way.

Because of Fu Zichen's 'promise', Tang Luoran took leave the next day and went to a law firm, and after coming out of the law firm, there was a bus stop after turning right for 50 meters, which went directly to 'Splendid Garden'.

There was no extended Rolls-Royce at the door of the villa, Tang Luoran's heart was a little lighter, she took out the key to open the door of the villa, changed into slippers, and walked into the living room.

Halfway through, Tang Luoran took the initiative to make a phone call to Fu Zichen, who was answered by Fu Zichen's secretary, saying that Fu Zichen was in an extremely important negotiation.

Tang Luoran didn't say much, and after hanging up the phone, he got up and went to the kitchen and started cooking.

Unconsciously, the time of the day was fleeting, it was already pitch black outside the window of the villa, and there were only empty plates with leftovers on the table, Tang Luoran packed up the dinner plate and returned to the sofa to sit down, and continued to wait.

The huge pendulum clock on the wall made a tinkling sound, indicating that it was the arrival of one o'clock in the morning, and Tang Luoran's body, which had been tense, gradually relaxed.

Fu Zichen hasn't come back yet, it should mean that he won't come back, right? Tang Luoran thought in his heart.

The silence of the deep night is breathtaking.

Tang Luoran raised her hand and rubbed the position of her temples, took out the papers covered in black letters in her bag and pressed them on the table, then stepped on the soft cashmere blanket and walked to the stairs to her bedroom on the third floor.

Washing her face, brushing her teeth, changing into pajamas, and when Tang Luoran was about to return to bed after washing, she faintly heard footsteps coming from outside the bedroom.

Tang Luoran's heart sank, and before he had time to come back to his senses, he only heard a 'snap', the switch on the wall was pressed, the huge bedroom was bright in an instant, and the Swarovski crystal chandelier above his head was very dazzling, and Tang Luoran's eyes ached.

She subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at the bedroom door, just as Fu Zichen's cold and emotionless gaze swept towards her.

Fu Zichen's lips were pursed tightly, and his indifferent gaze swept from Tang Luoran's face to his feet, staring at Tang Luoran extremely uncomfortable, especially the mixed smell of tobacco and alcohol emanating from him.

"You've been drinking?" Tang Luoran blurted out.