The thief's home was not far from the train station, and the two walked for more than 20 minutes before the thief took Fu Fu to a dilapidated residential building.

The residential building has long been depopulated, there is no property or anything, there are confetti everywhere in the open space downstairs, and there are bags of black garbage bags piled up under the trees into a small hill, and there are flies constantly flying on it, which is not disgusting to see.

[woc, 8 has he been a thief for so many years without savings, why does he still live here, here is not even as good as the stable in the client's house...]

The tone of 1973 may be exaggerated, but it is true. In the client's manor, even the stables are luxuriously decorated, so they are not luxurious.

"Maybe," Fu Mo said melancholy, she finally got this place to chase a man after a few good days, but it was really indescribably miserable.

The thief's home was on the fifth floor, and when Fu Wei followed him upstairs, he could clearly feel that the stairs under her feet were trembling with their steps, swaying and telling of the decay of its age.

"Are you sure you're staying with me earlier?" The thief hesitated, he had grown up here since he was a child, and he had already adapted to the environment and everything here, so there was nothing bad about him here.

After all, he didn't enjoy any better conditions.

"Sure," Fu Wei hid the frustration caused by the big gap in his heart, walked around the living room, and replied briskly.

Fu Wei sat on the old sofa in the living room, looked at the furnishings around the room, and slowly talked to 1973, "Actually, he is quite good here." ”

Although the area is not large, only sixty or seventy square meters, but the outside of the residential building looks dilapidated, and the thief's house is quite decorated.

Although there are no exquisite and luxurious furnishings and furniture, every item in the home is full of the breath of life and makes people feel a sense of belonging.

And most importantly, the cleaning and arrangement of the thief's house is really simple, and it is not at all as messy and sloppy as a single man's home as claimed on the Internet. That's a rare point.

[It's okay, we don't live long anyway,] 1973 replied that it doesn't matter, anyway, he doesn't have a body now, and it doesn't matter if it's good or bad.

"I've cleaned up the second bedroom, and you're going to stay in it today," said the thief, coming out of the room, and as he walked over to the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water, he hesitated.

There was nothing outside before, but now that he is alone with Fu Tao at home, he always feels a little weird, but he can't say why something is wrong.

"Okay, thank you so much, you're so nice," Fu Mo smiled sweetly, then she patted her head again, looking at the thief with a pair of smart eyes, "I haven't asked your name yet, my name is Luo Sheng, what's your name?" ”

"Licheng."

After Licheng answered his question, he lowered his head and drank the water in his hand and did not speak again. Fu Mo didn't want to face the embarrassing atmosphere, so he began to joke with 1973, "Do you think he will be the child of a wealthy family who was transferred and thrown out?" ”

Isn't this surname the standard for the male protagonist of a wealthy family, according to what happened to him, Licheng Bacheng took the revenge and abuse script.

[Not necessarily, what if it was given by his adopted grandmother?] 1973 ruthlessly broke, coldly and mercilessly ended the topic. Leaving Fu Yi alone to face an embarrassing situation.

Outside the window, it suddenly began to rain, and the sound of the rain hit the iron sheet above the anti-theft window, and the sound was suddenly amplified, and the sound of ping-pong lined with the air that had become oppressive because of the rain, which made people feel a sudden irritability.

"By the way, you haven't told me why you ran away from home, did something happen?" Licheng began to find a topic, and also wanted to know more about Fu Wei.

What can happen to such a simple girl?

Fu Wei leaned back on the sofa indifferently, grabbed the pillow on the side and hugged it in his arms, pitifully leaned his chin against it, and said sullenly, "I just want to come out and have fun." ”

"I'm eighteen years old today, and I remember that I can count the number of times I've been out on both hands, and I've always been to the hospital, and I've never had a good time outside."

"I just wanted to come out and see the world outside of home."

Li Cheng frowned while listening, looking at her pale face that seemed to be like this when they met, he couldn't help but feel a little more worried, "You are in such poor health, you suddenly ran out, won't your family be worried?" And are you sure your body really can? ”

Her family's refusal to let her go out was naturally due to their considerations, and no one wanted their children to be trapped at home and be a bird in a cage.

And now that Fu Wei ran out like this, out of the greenhouse that protected her, can her rose withstand the sunshine and wind and rain of the outside world?

And it's so far from the best hospital in the city, if something happens to her, he'll not be able to get there.

Licheng began to regret taking her in, not because he was afraid that Fu Wei would suddenly die and take responsibility, but because he simply felt that he shouldn't be where she came.

"Then I'll give them another call," Fu Fu pouted.

As early as the train station, she sent a small essay of 800 words according to the client's template, and then she turned on the mute, and she didn't know what Luo's father and mother were in a hurry.

Thinking that Luo Mu's delicate and beautiful face would be anxious because of herself, Fu Mo couldn't bear it when she thought about it. As soon as she took out her mobile phone to unlock it, there was a knock on the security door of Licheng's house.

"I'll open the door," Licheng put down his glass in confusion, thinking about who might be outside the door.

After his grandmother's death, he rarely interacted with the people in the building, and in the past few years, the residents of the building have moved and moved, and he has not heard a knock on the door for a year or two.

Fu Mo also put down his mobile phone, turned his head to look at Licheng, and looked at the door from the sofa.

"Who are you?" Licheng looked at a man and a woman who were still young outside the door, and asked suspiciously.

He looked at the two of them dressed again, delicate and gorgeous, just like Fu Hui he had just met, although there was no obvious brand logo, but at a glance he knew that it was something he couldn't afford.

Licheng glanced at the sofa, and in his heart he was glad and regretful, he was glad that his worries just now had not waited long for a solution, and he regretted that the room he had just cleaned up was in vain.

He specially changed Fu Wei with a new set of bed sheets.

The first to speak was the woman with her hair coiled, although there was still a little anxious look on her delicate and decent face, her tone was still unhurried, "Hello, I'm Luo Sheng's mother." ”

"I'm Luo Sheng's father," said the man in a well-fitting suit, not with a shallow smile on Luo's mother's face, but with a wooden face, but without making people feel distant.

"Is Luo Sheng here with you now? We want to meet her. ”

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