The car drove out of the Fu Group, and Duan Heng's mobile phone almost didn't stop, verifying several important matters.

Whether it is a business or a politician, they are most afraid of provoking social criminal incidents, the Internet does not know the truth, and the trend of public opinion is like a sudden fire, even if it is extinguished, the losses caused will not be restored.

I have to pay attention.

"Mrs. Xu's suicide is true, the news was released through private channels, and I can't find out who revealed it." Duan Heng glanced at Fu Jingting and continued, "But according to the principle of self-interest, it is possible for Miss Xu. However, according to my observation, Miss Xu has no affection for you, she values your rights or body, which seems to be a bit ......"

Duan Heng's words were so serious that they were underdrawn, Fu Jingting's forehead twitched, and the tails of his eyes swept over, "Don't donate your year-end bonus to Hope Primary School this year, do something good to make up for your brain." ”

Duan Heng's eyes were full of tears, "......, "Did I say something wrong?!"

On the top floor of the hospital ward building, Xu Qingcheng looked down against the railing.

The wind was very strong, and her trench coat was hunting, and the air was heavy with moisture, and I was afraid that it was going to rain.

In the evening, it was already dark.

The long hair fluttered in the cold wind, creating a round of shadow and light on the woman's side silhouette, making people want to reach out and pull away the long hair.

Fu Jingting's footsteps paused slightly, he was like a silent passerby, quietly watching.

Xu Tingcheng was depressed and irritable, the doctor said that the root cause of Zhao Lan's emotional loss of control may lie in self-blame, she never thought that it was not Ye Wenhan, it was not someone else, and she herself could be the trigger.

She pulled out the cigarette case and lighter she had bought from her pocket.

She is not a smoker.

Even nasty.

But in order to be comfortable in social situations, she also learned to light a cigarette and smoke a few puffs.

It is said that smoking and drinking alcohol can help relieve mood.

At this moment, Xu Qingcheng needs such a foreign object.

The slender cigarette roll is a lady cigarette with a mint flavor, but it still can't completely hide the nicotine flavor.

Xu Qingcheng turned on the lighter, but it didn't light it after a few hits, and she was a little discouraged.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side of her face, the knuckles were slender, Xu Qingcheng tilted his head, stunned.

Fu Jingting?!

The man took the cigarette from her mouth and bit it into her mouth, taking her lighter along the way.

The lighter went on and off between his fingers, and then he threw it directly into the trash, "Will it suck?" ”

Xu Tingcheng: "......"

"I didn't see you in the ward, and you're still in the mood to come here to blow the wind?" Fu Jingting raised his eyes to look at her.

"I'm more curious, how can Fu Shao take the time to come?" Xu Qingcheng asked, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, barely bringing out a smile.

But the body is no longer the laziness she was when she was alone, and the cells in her body are filled with water waiting to fight.

"Send candy."

“？” What the heck?

Fu Jingting took out something from his pocket, Xu Tingcheng watched him twist it between his fingers, and the candy paper peeled off.

Before she could react to the confusion that it was really sugar, her mouth was shoved hard...... A piece of sugar?!

Milky.

“……”

Xu Qingcheng raised his eyes, "What?" ”

"Not sweet?" He asked.

What the hell is this?!

Miss Xu's head was a little knotted.

Fu Jingting propped his hands on the railings on either side of her body, a position that allowed him to completely take the woman into his arms.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but lean back, his eyes staring at him.

The man's eyes hooked, and he seemed to be very skeptical, "It's really not sweet?" ”

He leaned forward, his face lowered, and Xu Qingcheng bit the sugar in his mouth.

Milky and sweet.

Sweet and greasy.

She stretched out her arms and pressed against his chest, and hurriedly spoke, "Sweet, very sweet." ”

She wasn't in the mood to play a flirtatious game with him right now.

The man stopped moving, his lips stopped at a particularly close position to her, he raised the corners of his eyebrows, and looked at her with a smile, "It is said that I have a soft spot for Miss Xu, and when Miss Xu encounters something, I will come to visit and bring you candy." Isn't this story particularly sweet? ”