Since that night's meeting, Jian Ran often couldn't find Fu Wenfang, maybe in the conference room, maybe in the office, maybe in a hotel, or at a certain party.

Fu Wenxiao is really in a hurry, he can't wait to fight, Fu Wenfang needs a victory too much, he needs to use this victory to prove his ability, he needs to use this victory to prove that he is not someone else's caged bird. In fact, in the final analysis, it's just that he's scared, he's afraid that he can't lose again, and he's afraid that if he loses again, the few people around him will leave him, which is terrible.

It was still three or four o'clock in the morning, Jian Ran felt the people around her get up gently, and then there was the sound of the bedroom door being gently closed, and the moment the door closed, Jian Ran opened her eyes.

Since he went to S City to send Fu Guokang away, it was almost early in the morning when Fu Wenxiao came back every night, at first Jian Ran would wait for him, often fell asleep on the sofa and did not wait for him, every time he opened his eyes, he had already been carried back to bed by Fu Wenzhen, and in the next few days, Fu Wenxiao would send a message to Jian Ran in advance, asking her not to wait, Jian Ran agreed, but where was she relieved in her heart?

At the beginning, he would persuade him to go home early to rest, no matter how good his body was, he couldn't withstand such a waste, Fu Wenxiao would only say wait a few more days, and in a few days, it would be good to wait for a little eyebrows, but this time, just wait until this time.

In fact, Jian Ran felt that Fu Wenxiao just didn't dare to stop, he was afraid that he would be overtaken by others if he slacked off a little, he was afraid that others would find business opportunities before him, he was more afraid of that person, he was afraid that he would walk into his trap again if he was not careful.

His anxiety, his fear, Jian Ran understands.

But Jian Ran didn't know how he could comfort him, it had been so long since his father passed away, but Jian Ran felt powerless again, and after living with Fu Wenfang, he would know that he was just an ordinary person, he needed to use more knowledge and more experience to support his decision, his pressure, his responsibility, was far more terrible than he imagined.

Jian Ran even felt that Fu Wenfang was lonely, no one could empathize with his feelings, no one could help him get out of the predicament, he was like a trapped beast in this endless net of heaven and earth, trying to find a way out, seeking an exit for himself and his companions.

Before, Jian Ran was still self-righteous and felt that she could share her worries for Fu Wenfang, but now she knew that those beautiful illusions were just Fu Wenfeng stopping his steps and waiting for her.

Now that Fu Wenxiao is running with all her might, Jian Ran feels that she is the useless companion, she doesn't know what she can help Fu Wenxiao, she even feels that she is dragging Fu Wenxiao down step by step.

Therefore, endure all the bad emotions, let go of all the anxiety and worry, and give Fu Wenxiao a trusting smile every time he looks at him, letting him know that no matter how he does it and chooses, she will be as simple as ever.

Half an hour passed, and the bedroom door was gently pushed open again, and Fu Wenfang came back with the smell of smoke.

The bed behind him collapsed slightly, Fu Wenxiao's cold hand was on Jian Ran's body from behind, as if sensing his cold temperature, Fu Wenxiao took his hand back again, moved it out, and helped Jian Ran tighten the quilt.

In an instant, the tip of Jian Ran's nose was sour.

Fu Wenxiao took care of it carefully, and that kind of care made Jian Ran's nose sour and her eyes red.

How can she let Fu Wenfeng do so much?

From the very beginning, he has been dragging Fu Wenfang to approach him, in Fu Wenfang's words, he begged him, begged him to take care of Jane, and later begged him to take care of himself.

He promised one by one that he would take care of Jane so well and take care of himself so well, but what did he give him?

He made him the object of public ridicule in public opinion, he let him fall into a situation of confrontation with Fu, and he made him lose his father.

To this day, he is still so gentle and pure, but can he be worthy of such a him?

Jian Ran turned around and threw himself into Fu Wenxiao's arms, even if the temperature of his body was cold, Jian Ran just hugged him without care.

"Woke you up? I'm cold, hold you slowly. ”

Fu Wenxiao's voice was hoarse, and his deep voice was particularly demagogic in the silent night.

Jian Ran shook his head, and just completely handed himself into Fu Wenxiao's arms.

Fu Wenxiao simply followed her, hugged her tightly, and the two of them hugged each other and fell asleep again.

In the early morning of the second day, Jian Ran had a good night's sleep, but when she opened her eyes, she found that her surroundings had already been empty. Last night's warm embrace seemed to be really her dream.

There was a note pasted on the lamp on the bedside table, a post-it note left by Fu Wenxiao, and a few words were strong and powerful, just like himself: There is porridge in the pot, eat it and go to work.

Even if it is an ordinary entrustment, it was said by Fu Wenxiao.

Jian Ran took off the post-it note, didn't even put on shoes, and ran to the kitchen.

The pot is really freshly boiled porridge, and there are even red dates floating in it.

Fu Wenxiao is already so busy, but he still remembers that it has reached the end of the month, and his menstrual period is these days.

The porridge in the pot was steaming slightly, but the top layer had already formed a layer of cool air, Fu Wenxiao was probably just coaxing himself to sleep last night and then got up again after a while, right?

Otherwise, when was this porridge boiled?

Jian Ran took out the bowl in the cupboard, filled himself with a bowl full of porridge, and even added a lot of sugar to it, and walked to the table with this full bowl of porridge.

But when he was close to the dining table, he tripped over the leg of the chair in front of his feet.

A full bowl of porridge was sprinkled on the warm yellow carpet, and the viscous liquid was as dazzling as it was on the spotless carpet.

A bowl of porridge was spilled all over the floor, but the bowl was not damaged at all.

Jian Ran squatted on the ground and put the porridge back into the bowl, and the tears suddenly fell to the ground, silently absorbed by the soft carpet.

I don't know if it was because of the pain in my knee that made me cry, or if the bowl full of porridge was spilled and made me cry.

Jian Ran didn't know, but the liquid was flowing down like crazy.

A few days ago, Wen Li's phone seemed to echo in her ears, she and Fu Wenfang were at a party, she called and said to herself: "Wenfeng he drank a lot, he has gone to the bathroom to vomit twice, after he comes home, you cook him a bowl of sobering soup, his stomach has only been healed for a short time, don't make stomach problems again." ”

Jian Ran asked her, "Why didn't anyone block the wine for him?" ”

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