Fu Qiran sighed low in his heart.

He knew he couldn't do that.

When Ruan Jiaojiao heard this, she rubbed his chest.

"It's just an accident this time, I'll be careful in the future."

Fu Qiran pinched her face and smiled silently.

Of course, this time was not an accident, but a premeditated conspiracy.

The thread he took last time was Suzaku's thread.

Suzaku is taking revenge on him.

Suzaku wanted Cheng Jinxin to cuckold him, but unfortunately, Cheng Jinxin's guy had long been hypnotized by himself and forgot about Jiaojiao.

The current Cheng Jinxin is not a person who is obsessed with Ruan Jiaojiao.

Although Fu Qiran thought so, he was so jealous that he was going crazy when he thought that Ruan Jiaojiao had told Cheng Jinxin a story.

"Hmm......" Ruan Jiaojiao groaned softly.

Fu Qiran let go of his hand slightly.

Fortunately, it was his love story with her, otherwise he would have moved Qinglong now.

Fu Qiran's eyes were dark, and the hand holding Ruan Jiaojiao tightened a little.

Ruan Jiaojiao yawned lazily and made a "hug" gesture.

Fu Qiran picked her up and walked downstairs steadily.

"I'm hungry." Ruan Jiaojiao said coquettishly.

"I'll carry you downstairs for dinner." Fu Qiran said.

In front of him was a laptop with an audio being playing.

[The first time I knew him, it was in someone else's pen......]

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In the bedroom of a villa in Beijing, Cheng Jinxin was playing with his mobile phone.

This is Cheng Jinxin's ...... I can't count how many times I've listened to this recording.

He had even memorized what she had said.

The familiar voice rang out in the room.

That's the story that Ruan Jiaojiao told him that night in the hotel.

His voice overlapped with the voice in the recording.

At this moment, he had the illusion that he seemed to be one with her.

[He brought me a different color. 】

"He brought a different color to me."

A full hour.

It turns out that there are so many stories between her and her husband.

This delusion occupied his entire heart, as if filling a void in his heart.

Those pale golden eyes stared at the progress bar of the recording.

This seems to show that she loves him and is indestructible.

Cheng Jinxin was a little jealous.

The voice in the recording has her characteristic delicateness, just like her person, weak and small, as if it will shatter if you pinch it.

But every word she said was always so firm, as if no matter what happened, it couldn't shake her firmness.

Jealous that he was loved, jealous that she had something to love.

He wanted to possess her, he wanted to hear his name from her mouth.

For the first time, he clearly realized that jealousy was like this.

Jealous that the man could be loved by her.

Whenever he wanted to go out, the stone would be pressed down so hard that he could not see a ray of light.

He struggled painfully, but all that remained was the fire that was extinguished again and again.

As soon as this thought came out, it was violently suppressed by an unknown thought.

He seemed to be trapped in a well with a heavy stone on his head.

The delicate voice rang out in the empty room, stirring his heart.

He stared at the computer screen, the progress bar moving slowly forward.

Cheng Jinxin bit his lip tightly, and a touch of blood oozed from his lips.

He clenched his fists, and the bruises on his arms bulged.

His blood-stained lips opened slightly, and he spat out two words.

"Flowey."