"Looking for me?"

Wen Chu leaned back in his seat and asked straight to the point.

Fu Han suddenly leaned over and propped one hand on her side, covering her whole body.

Suddenly, as if she was close, the cold wooden sandalwood on the man's body made her body stiff slightly.

Wen Chu was about to punch when he was prepared, but Fu Han noticed her movements one step earlier and easily resolved them.

Wen Chu was a little irritable,

"Fu Han, what do you want to do?"

I haven't seen anyone for six years after breaking up, but now she suddenly appears around her, always trying to evoke the memories buried deep in her heart.

Those things that she had so hard to forget, Wen Chu didn't want to remember again.

One fall is enough.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, pulled the security belt beside him and tied it to her, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and his tone was low,

"It's just a seat belt for you, do you need that much reaction?"

Wen Chu sneered lightly when he heard this, and the thorns in his whole body stood up,

"Just a seatbelt? It's a great blessing to ask your eldest son Fu to help me fasten my seat belt. ”

Fu Han started the car and drove onto the overpass,

"If you resist me so much, it shouldn't be a lingering feeling."

In the city, the lights are staggered, and they should be on the side of the man's face, and the facial features are clearly defined.

Wen Chu sneered when he listened, and his tone was casual,

"A qualified ex should be like a dead man, I don't want to have anything to do with the past, and I don't want to see you, know what I mean?"

It's not that I can't let it go, but I don't want to ask for it anymore.

What she threw away, she didn't want.

I was once unforgettable and sad, but now, it's all gone.

But Fu Han said,

"Since it's all in the past, why don't you want to face it?"

The light not far away spilled in through the car window, sprinkled on the man's cold side face, but it was a little desolate.

This sentence stopped Wen Chu.

The hand under the sleeve clenched slightly, and she laughed softly,

"There's nothing you don't want to face, it's just that you don't think there's a need to have too many intersections."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at him, half sarcastic and half provocative,

"It's you, Master Fu, who suddenly came to pester me like this, you shouldn't be able to speak, and you don't have any feelings."

She asked this sentence only because of the desire to win.

But Fu Han suddenly turned his head and looked,

"yes."

His voice was soft, and her figure was reflected in his dark pupils.

Wen Chu's heart beat twice faster, she turned her head away, her face cold and hard,

"No kidding."

Fu Han stared at Wen Chu for a long time, his voice was very soft, as if he was mocking something,

"Do you think I'm kidding?"

Wen Chu turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window,

"Or else?"

Later, no one spoke.

Once on it, it was too bloody, too unforgettable, and no one wanted to make themselves so embarrassed from the other party's front again.

The car stopped downstairs at Wen Chu's house, and Wen Chu got out of the car and went home without looking back.

But Fu Han stared at her for a long time, until the figure disappeared into the vast night.

When Wen Chu returned home, he leaned against the door frame with some detachment, and the corners of his mouth set off a burst of mockery, Fu Han, who are you fooling?

She casually threw her bag on the sofa, took off her shoes, and walked to the bathroom.

The cold water was sprinkled on the head, as if to extinguish all the thoughts that should not have given birth to branches.

It's enough to plant once, and you can't be stupid again.