I don't know how long it took, but the mobile phone that Fu Qiran put on the table suddenly lit up.

Ruan Jiaojiao subconsciously looked over.

I saw a WeChat message floating on the top.

[He's gone.] 】

Just three words, but it seems to hide too much information.

The screen quickly dimmed, and Ruan Jiaojiao withdrew her gaze.

A few seconds later, Fu Qiran, who was originally asleep, suddenly spoke.

"Fu Taiheng has come to Beijing."

Fu Taiheng is Fu Qiran's biological father.

Ruan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, and followed his words and asked, "What is he doing here?" ”

She still remembered that in City C at that time, the middle-aged man spoke ill of Fu Qiran.

"For a woman named Su Nuanyan." Fu Qiran asked in a low voice.

Ruan Jiaojiao's pupils shrank.

Su Nuanyan......

Isn't this the original heroine?

How could Fu Qiran's father get involved with the original heroine?

"Su Nuanyan ......," Ruan Jiaojiao repeated.

"Hmm." Fu Qiran responded, "Fu Taiheng is married, and Su Nuanyan is his stepdaughter. ”

Ruan Jiaojiao suddenly realized that under the plot, there was such a relationship.

"Fu Taiheng once promised me that he would never leave City C."

"But now, he's broken his promise."

"For his stepdaughter."

Fu Qiran's voice sounded hoarse.

Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't see his expression, and could only guess that his current expression must not be very good.

"Heh......" Fu Qiran laughed lowly.

That laughter was full of too many emotions that Ruan Jiaojiao didn't understand.

"After I received the news today, I drove him back to City C."

Speaking of this, Fu Qiran seemed to grin.

"Jiaojiao, you didn't see his expression."

"Hideous, full of hatred, as if it wants to break my body into pieces."

Fu Qiran seemed to be laughing and crying.

The emotions suppressed under the calm words were swallowed by him little by little, and digested by himself little by little.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't know what happened to Fu Qiran in the past, and she didn't know why a father would show a hateful expression towards his son.

She only knew that under Fu Qiran's calm narration as if nothing had happened, her heart suddenly felt like a needle had been pricked.

It's not fatal, but it's a real pain.

"Mr. Fu."

Ruan Jiaojiao raised her hand and gently held Fu Qiran's face.

"I'm here."

"I'll be with you."

Fu Qiran raised his head and grabbed Ruan Jiaojiao's hand.

He took her hand and came to his lips and kissed her kissing.

"Jiaojiao, that's what you said."

"Be with me."

He kissed her fingertips with intense reverence.

The long eyelashes drooped, and under the dim light, they looked thicker and deeper.

Ruan Jiaojiao was kissed like this, and her body trembled slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, surrounded by Fu Qiran's breath, and the firm thoughts in the past seemed to be faintly shaken under the wrapping of his breath.

Ruan Jiaojiao was in a trance for a moment.

In a trance, she seemed to answer "um".

Fu Qiran laughed lowly.

The laughter was in Ruan Jiaojiao's ears, and it penetrated into her heart little by little, leaving some traces on her heart.

Fu Qiran kissed Ruan Jiaojiao's earlobe, and went down little by little.

Ruan Jiaojiao tilted her head slightly, and Fu Qiran kissed her lips.

Passion and tenderness intertwined, hot and cold touched, and finally returned to a long sigh.