The matter was settled.

That night, when Fu Qiran entered Ruan Jiaojiao's room again to prepare for rest, he found that her sleeping posture showed a trace of obvious protection.

Fu Qiran frowned slightly, and a hint of gloom flashed between his eyebrows.

He quietly withdrew from Ruan Jiaojiao's room and came to the study.

On the desk, next to the computer, there is an upside-down photo frame.

There was a layer of dust on the frame, and it was clear that its owner hadn't looked at or even cared for it for a long time.

The desk was clean, except for a small patch, which was full of dust.

Fu Qiran sat down, leaned back in the chair, and raised his head slightly.

The dim light hit him, casting a huge shadow on the ground.

Shadows enveloped him, dimming even the slightest bit of light.

The clock was ticking, and every minute and second passed in this ticking sound.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Qiran raised his hand and flipped the picture frame up.

Inside the frame is a somewhat yellowed photograph.

The photo is obviously a family of three, the man is handsome, the woman is pretty, and they are a natural pair.

And in the midst of them, stood a little boy.

The little boy looked at the camera expressionlessly, and the black hole of the camera was reflected in his pure black pupils.

On closer inspection, the little boy seems to be smiling, but it doesn't.

This eerie feeling makes the originally warm photos seem a little scary.

Fu Qiran looked at this photo, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

The dust stained his fingertips, and the dirty feeling made Fu Qiran's stomach twitch.

Almost reflexively, he rebuttoned the frame, quickly got up and went to the bathroom, scrubbing his hands carefully.

He didn't stop until he rubbed his fingertips red.

Fu Qiran looked at himself in the mirror, as if there was a huge shadow behind him, as long as he took a step back, he would fall into the abyss, and he would never recover.

Fu Qiran propped himself on the sink with one hand and took a deep breath.

After a few seconds, he slowly straightened up and turned to leave.

At one o'clock in the morning, Fu Qiran entered Ruan Jiaojiao's bedroom again.

There was a faint fragrance in the bedroom, a bit like the smell of Ruan Jiaojiao's body.

Fu Qiran walked to the side of the bed, lay down lightly, and hugged Ruan Jiaojiao into his arms.

He buried his head in Ruan Jiaojiao's neck, almost greedily absorbing the breath from her.

The warmth enveloped him, and the smell of milk that belonged to Ruan Jiaojiao's body surrounded him, and all of this made him calm.

With Ruan Jiaojiao's shallow breathing, Fu Qiran soon fell asleep.

A few days later, Fu Qiran and Ruan Jiaojiao flew to City C together.

They were accompanied by assistant Wang.

After arriving in City C, Assistant Wang drove to the booked hotel.

After arriving at the hotel, Assistant Wang handed the room card to Fu Qiran.

"Mr. Fu, this is the room card."

Fu Qiran took the room card and responded lightly "um".

Ruan Jiaojiao, who was standing on the side, blinked, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

She pursed her lips and asked, "Assistant Wang, don't I have a room card?" ”

Assistant Wang was stunned for a moment and explained, "Madam, you and Mr. Fu share a room. ”

Ruan Jiaojiao opened her mouth and wanted to say that she had never slept in a room with Mr. Fu, but then she thought that in the eyes of outsiders, she and Mr. Fu were husband and wife and should have slept in the same room.

If she rashly said the wrong thing, what if Mr. Fu was unhappy again?