Under such circumstances, Ruan Jiaojiao woke up.

She looked at Fu Qiran, who was kissing her, a little confused.

She only vaguely remembered that she seemed to be drunk last night, and as for what she did when she was drunk, she had no memory at all.

Could it be that she was drunk and summoned Fu Qiran back? Ruan Jiaojiao thought very openly.

She pushed Fu Qiran's chest and screamed softly.

"Mr. Fu~"

Fu Qiran slowly let go of her.

The madness in his eyes was well hidden.

The rest is only tenderness and warmth for her.

"How did you get back? Didn't you say that there was still something going on in Gangnam District? ”

"I want to come back to see you." Fu Qiran rubbed her hair and hugged her into his arms.

"Mr. Fu, do you still believe in Buddhism?"

"I didn't believe it before." Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, "I want to believe it now." ”

"I contacted the elders over there in the Wuxin Temple, let's go and worship today."

Ruan Jiaojiao glanced at Fu Qiran in surprise.

"Then ......" Ruan Jiaojiao still wanted to ask, but was kissed on the lips by Fu Qiran again.

After a kiss, Fu Qiran said, "It's just that the elder over there is free." ”

"Why so suddenly?" Ruan Jiaojiao felt a little strange, "Is the business in Jiangnan District failing?" ”

Fu Qiran shook his head, "Business is very good, and you can make a lot of money." ”

The two got up and cleaned up, and after breakfast, they went to Wuxin Temple.

Wuxin Temple is not in Kyoto, but in H City, the next door to Kyoto.

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded dizzily.

She forgot nothing about this kiss.

There are many people in Wuxin Temple, and the men and women who believe in it are full of awe here.

Walking through the crowd, Fu Qiran took Ruan Jiaojiao to the backyard.

It is about a five-hour drive from Kyoto to Wuxinji.

The two set off at eight o'clock in the morning and arrived at Wuxin Temple until one o'clock in the afternoon.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, it was just the time when it was hot.

But when I entered this backyard, there was an indescribable sense of coolness.

It's not open to ordinary people.

The backyard is much more modest than the front, with a few rooms, a few trees, and a stone table and a few stone chairs.

"Come in."

Fu Qiran pushed the door and entered.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at her curiously, and let Fu Qiran pull her to a room.

Knocking on the door, there was a slightly vicissitudes of sound from inside.

It was a pair of light brown eyes, very light, so faint that they were almost transparent.

But there is a sense of crystal clear purity.

I saw a man in a monk's robe sitting cross-legged on a simple wooden bed, his hands folded and his eyes closed.

As the door closed slightly, the man slowly opened his eyes.

Fu Qiran pulled Ruan Jiaojiao to sit down, "Is there anything Jiaojiao wants to ask?" ”

Ruan Jiaojiao was a little confused.

"This is the elder of the Heartless Temple, Heartless." Fu Qiran introduced.

Wuxin nodded slightly, and folded his hands.

She didn't have anything to ask.

Fu Qiran didn't seem surprised by Ruan Jiaojiao's answer.

Today, from waking up to the present, she is in a state of confusion and confusion of "who am I and where am I going".

Hearing Fu Qiran's question, she subconsciously shook her head.

He pinched her face, leaned into her ear, and whispered, "Is it okay for Jiaojiao to go out and wait for me?" ”

Although Ruan Jiaojiao felt strange, she still nodded.

She got up and walked out.

It wasn't until the door closed again that Fu Qiran withdrew his gaze.

His eyes were slightly sunken, and the tenderness in his eyes had disappeared.