Fu Qiran, who hung up the video, only felt that his heart was beating very fast.

Theoretically, it could happen, but it was extremely unlikely.

But he came across this possibility.

He touched the truth.

Fu Qiran listened to Ruan Jiaojiao's shallow breathing sound on the WeChat video, and the color of his eyes gradually returned to normal.

The fate between them is across all impossibilities.

No one, anything, can stop them.

Science can't answer his question, but that's okay, he can go and ask theology.

Isn't there a saying that the end of science is theology?

Whether it's science or theology, he wants an answer.

Will his delicate leave him again?

Fu Qiran closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Apply for a route, and I'm going to take a helicopter back to Beijing in an hour."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care how Assistant Wang over there reacted, and hung up the phone directly.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, and there was a deep darkness in them.

He used the spare machine to dial Assistant Wang's phone.

He's back.

Fu Qiran walked quickly upstairs.

An hour later, Fu Qiran got into a helicopter.

At five o'clock in the morning, Fu Qiran arrived at the Fu family's villa.

It was as if he were in a kind of silence, and when he opened the door, he would see the delicate flowers he had never seen.

He gently pushed the door open, and the light poured into the room from the outside, hitting Ruan Jiaojiao's face.

Walking to the bedroom door, he stopped at once.

There was silence inside, and there was silence all around.

Fu Qiran closed the door lightly, walked to the side of the bed, and squatted down.

His fingertips were only 0.5 centimeters away from Ruan Jiaojiao's face, and he traced her face so gently.

Ruan Jiaojiao rolled over and went from sleeping on her side to sleeping on her stomach.

Half of the little face was pressed against the pillow, and the other half was exposed, red.

"Jiaojiao."

He murmured, his voice a little depressed, panicked, and full of love.

From the curved eyebrows to the closed eyes, to the nose with a bit of flesh, and then down, there are the pink lips with excellent shape.

A little bit, just a little bit of her appearance, as if to engrave him in his heart.

He screamed again.

Low, hoarse.

He seemed to be on a floating boat, and he didn't have the courage to approach it, even though the shore was in front of him.

"Jiaojiao."

It's soft, and there's a touch of drunkenness.

Because of this response, Fu Qiran could no longer control himself.

Ruan Jiaojiao, who was asleep, seemed to feel something, and her eyelashes trembled.

As if he just subconsciously responded: "Mr. Fu." ”

The sun rose slowly, and the first rays of sunlight shone through the curtains on the two of them.

Warm, as if it can dispel all the coldness and darkness.

He kissed her on the lips.

More crazy and aggressive than ever.

"Jiaojiao."

Fu Qiran called his name over and over again.

Kiss, but even crazier.

"Jiaojiao."

Fu Qiran propped herself on the bed with one hand, and she didn't know when she had hugged her.

"My Jiaojiao."

Even if it's a kiss, you have to shout her name.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes fluttered rapidly, as if she was about to wake up.

Intense, intense, and loud.

Something shattered with the thud.

They turned to ashes, and then quickly condensed and became something else.

He built the strongest wall and imprisoned his delicate in it.

Fu Qiran opened his eyes, and a little madness flashed in his eyes.