The morning after a hangover must be accompanied by a splitting headache and remorse.

Fu Wenfeng is no exception.

When I woke up, the curtains had not been opened, and there was no dazzling sunlight, so the action of opening my eyes was quite smooth, but I just reached out to my side, why was it empty?

In an instant, the memory returned, and all the things that happened when he came back last night were like a waterfall and instantly poured back into Fu Wenxiao's mind.

Fu Wenxiao sat up suddenly. No sleepiness. Mind just keeps repeating a sentence.

What about Jane?

What about the Jian Ran people?

Jumping up from the bed in a panic, the dizziness of a hangover struck suddenly, but Fu Wenxiao had no time to take care of this sudden dizziness, and his steps were enough to see his panic, how could he not panic?

The words he said after drinking echoed in his mind at this moment, and the touch when he pinched Jian Ran's cheek seemed to be at hand.

Simply, this room is very small, and out of the bedroom is the living room, and Jian Ran curled up on the small sofa in the living room.

At this time, he was woken up by the movement he made in a panic, and he opened his eyes sleepily and looked in his direction. There was no look, no anger, just the same calm as ever.

But everything that happened last night was so real, how could Jian Ran be indifferent? Even if you don't have the relief of forgiveness, you must at least have the anger of being wronged.

But there was nothing.

Is it all a dream?

He paused at the doorway of his room, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He is a person who talks eloquently at the negotiation table to make the other party collapse, he is a person who is not angry and arrogant in the conference room, and can pierce the illusion with just a few words, but at this moment, standing in front of Jian Ran, all the things of last night are coming to his heart, how should he face Jian Ran at this time?

Fu Wenfeng was the first time and didn't know how to deal with it.

The expression on his face must be ugly at the moment, because he doesn't know what kind of expression to put on.

"You... How do you sleep here? ”

The hoarseness after the hangover looks a little pitiful.

Jian Ran in front of him rubbed his eyes, only a blanket was covered with his body, although the pajamas were quite thick, but it must have been cold in this living room all night, right?

There was no trace left on her face, except that when she raised her hand to pick up a strand of broken hair behind her ear, there was a bruise on her wrist.

Was it because you had too much strength yesterday? Does it hurt?

Fu Wenxiao didn't dare to say these words again, as if just mentioning what happened last night was already a catastrophe.

Fu Wenxiao watched Jian Ran fold the blanket and place it neatly on the small sofa.

There is no sadness or joy in his expression.

"What's wrong? How... Don't speak? ”

Jian Ran was wearing a pair of slippers, still ignoring Fu Wenxiao's words, and walked straight to the kitchen.

How could Fu Wenxiao tolerate Jian Ran's silence? A few steps over and grabbed Jian Ran's arm, but in a hurry, it was only when Jian Ran gasped in pain that he realized that Fu Wenfang was still dragging the hand he had held last night.

Then he let go in a panic, his eyes full of guilt.

Jian Ran looked at his wrist, he really didn't notice it when he didn't touch it just now, but now he realized that there are always traces left after things.

On the wrist, in the heart.

"Yes... I'm sorry. ”

Looking at Jian Ran, who was looking at his wrist in front of him, Fu Wenxiao apologized so bluntly, without any embellishment, and apologized to Jian Ran from the bottom of his heart.

Sorry for hurting you yesterday.

Jian Ran also seemed to be surprised by Fu Wenxiao, and moved her gaze from her wrist to Fu Wenxiao's face.

He is meticulous on weekdays, but today is really a little raunchy, after a night, the new stubble, and the slightly messy hair, and the eyes that can exude infinite love and all the tolerance and pampering.

I can feel his love, but how did it come to this?

"Fu Wenfang, what do you want to eat? Shall I make it for you? ”

The corners of Jian Ran's mouth curved into some kind of mysterious arc, and he looked at Fu Wenxiao with a smile, answering the question.

I'm really angry, replacing all suffering with a smile, and hiding my sleepless night with indifference.

"Jian Ran, what's wrong with you?"

There was not much ruthlessness in his tone, but there was a heart-rending pain in his body.

Jian Ran raised her hand in the morning light, and the bruised marks seemed to begin to become transparent in the sunlight.

She slowly put her hand on Fu Wenxiao's face and rubbed it gently.

The new stubble on the chin was a little prickly, but Jian Ran didn't let go of his hand because of this feeling, just smiled on his face.

The sun is approaching winter, after all, it is no longer dazzling, but a little more warm.

Jian Ran slowly spoke in such sunlight.

"I'm wondering, are we walking into a dead end, I thought about it for a long time yesterday, you say, we obviously like each other, but why can't we mix more trust in like? Since I came to S City, I often feel you leave in the middle of the night, and then after a long time, you come back with the smell of smoke, I know that you left, but the next morning, I pretended that nothing happened to you, but so many days and nights, so many mornings, why can't you share your thoughts with me? If it's a difficulty, why can't we face it together? It's because you don't trust, you don't believe I can help you, you don't believe that I am willing to share your pain. ”

"It's not! Jane, that's not the case! Fu Wenxiao held Jian Ran's hand that stayed on his face, "I don't distrust you, I just may be old, and sometimes I have insomnia, that's all." ”

Jian Ran smiled bitterly, "That's all... If you really trust me, why do you suspect that Zhang Shanyi and I have something? Have you seen anything with your own eyes? Or, in your eyes, am I such a person, half-hearted, chaotic and abandoned? So all those unwarranted things are buckled on my head, and I have to admit them all? ”

Jian Ran's words were heartfelt, and Fu Wenxiao wanted to refute them, but what he did last night's madness was already a fact, and no matter how he explained it, it seemed so thin.

Jian Ran still maintained that expression, plain and bland, as if he was just talking about the most everyday thing.

"I have always felt that as long as there is love, we can always be together, but now I realize that love alone is not enough, but also have enough skills, to be vigilant when you have doubts to tell the facts one by one, to praise you sweetly after you give, in order to pray for you to give more. But, Fu Wenxiao, I'm not your pet, shouldn't I be equal in love? Maybe we shouldn't have started in the first place, the identities between us are not inherently suitable for being together, right? Work and feelings are inseparably clear, and it's not too late to wake up now, right? ”