Carrying breakfast, I came to the door of 601.

She rang the doorbell.

In about twenty seconds, the door in front of him was opened from the inside.

The man stood in front of her in a black lounge suit.

He didn't wear slippers and stood barefoot on the ground.

The black hair is soft and droops down the forehead, there are no glasses, a pair of black eyes are more profound, the color of the lip flap is much lighter, and the skin lining is whiter.

Gives birth to a bit of morbid beauty.

Fu Chi was obviously a little surprised.

Staring at her, his eyes were hot.

The Adam's apple rolled twice, and he said hoarsely: "Ruan Ruan." ”

Jiang Ruan looked at the man's sickly face and shook the breakfast in his hand, "I bought it for you, can I go in?" ”

The man hooked his lower lip and moved out of the way: "Of course." ”

Jiang Ruan changed into slippers and entered the door.

Fu Chi's home was a little deserted, there were no bright colors in the house, and at a glance, there was only endless paleness.

Only the painting hanging in the living room is gorgeous and treacherous.

"Have you taken your medicine?"

She placed breakfast on the table and looked back at the man behind her.

"I've eaten it, two slices."

Fu Chi stared at the girl's delicate face, the sunlight outside the window sprinkled on her body, forming a shallow aperture, the skin on her neck was white and glowing, and the slightly curly black hair to her chin was tied up at will, revealing a little white earlobe.

It's a little more girlish.

It's completely different from the short-haired tomboy girl in my memory.

He looked away, grabbed the water glass on the table and took a sip, quietly hiding his inner thoughts.

"This is crab roe xiaolongbao, I don't know what you like to eat, just buy a little bit, and fresh soy milk, you eat some first."

Jiang Ruan didn't know what was going through the man's mind, so he opened the package and looked back at him.

"I love it." Fu Chi sat at the dining table, his eyelashes drooping, and there was a bit of joy hidden in his eyes.

She still hasn't changed.

He used to be like taking care of a child.

Obviously, he was five years older than her.

Jiang Ruan stared at the man's pale face, and for a moment, she bent down in front of him, reached out directly, and pulled away her black hair to probe his forehead.

The girl's eyelashes are very long, and when she thinks seriously, she will hang down, and from time to time she will tremble.

It was like scratching the tip of his heart.

Fu Chi stiffened and didn't move, and his breathing was much lighter.

"Why is it still a little hot?"

Jiang Ruan was thoughtful and didn't notice the unnaturalness of men.

Fu Chi's thin lips were stretched into a line, and he raised his hand to pull the girl's hand down.

"It's fine, it's just a little hot right now."

Jiang Ruan looked up at the windows in the room, they were all tightly closed, "The windows should be opened frequently and ventilated, won't it be better?" ”

She turned and opened the glass window.

Fu Chi's fingertips tapped his eyebrows lightly, hiding his helpless smile.

This little girl is quite smart in other things, but she can't understand anything in terms of feelings.

"You remember to take medicine, I still have some things, if you want to take anything, you can tell me on WeChat and come back to bring it to you."

Jiang Ruan turned around and came back, looked at the time, and when she went over to the award ceremony, it should be about the same.

Fu Chi raised his eyes to look at her and nodded obediently.

Jiang Ruan was about to leave when his phone rang.

She paused, pulled out her phone, and looked at it.

It turned out to be Lu Da's busy people.

Her heart tightened for no reason, and she slid to answer without thinking.

"Lu Yiyu?"

A man's deep voice came from the phone receiver.

"I'm in country K now, and I've found a person who was a researcher at TBI back then, and if I find him, I may be able to know the specific situation at that time."

Jiang Ruan clenched his mobile phone: "Is it the person in charge of the batch of little mutes?" ”

One word..

The man sitting at the dining table unconsciously clenched his glass.