The café was steaming hot.

Luo Nanchu just drank a cup of milk tea, and he didn't drink the coffee, and when he brought it over, he just held it in his hand and warmed his palm.

Fu Tingyuan took the coffee and drank it calmly, sitting there looking at Luo Nanchu.

"When are you going to go back?" He asked, putting his coffee down.

Luo Nanchu looked at the hot air in his palm, "This week." ”

Fu Tingyuan's fingers contracted unconsciously, and he felt a soft sound from the hollow place in his heart because of this answer. It's like the echo of a pebble falling into a deep, deep well.

There was a kind of lonely emptiness.

He closed his eyes slightly, a little unsure of how to face her departure.

The demonic nature in his body is still there, and of course he can use all kinds of means to force her to stay—just like he did to her before, coercion and temptation, unscrupulous means, to let her stay.

Of course.

No one can stop him now.

He can do whatever he wants. As long as he wants.

There he thought slowly, calmly, as if nothing had happened. He knew he didn't dare to do anything anymore. Three years is already his limit, and he would rather be alone than hurt her at all.

She wanted to leave, and he didn't dare to stay.

Love to the depths, turned out to be fear.

It made him not know how to be good.

He took a sip of coffee slowly, and then said softly, "Then I'll drive you?" ”

Luo Nanchu looked at him and smiled, his back flashing back to the bathroom last night when he came out. In fact, at that time, she didn't know if Fu Tingyuan saw her or not, but she felt that it was better not to see it.

I always felt that if he saw it, she didn't know how to face him who was sitting in front of her now.

"No, you don't." She lowered her head and stirred her coffee, "The airport is very close, I'll just take a taxi." ”

Fu Tingyuan was silent for a moment, and then said, "Okay." ”

He didn't know what to say other than that.

Begging her to stay with him?

He couldn't be as selfish as he used to be.

He couldn't give her a name, she wasn't even his lover, they couldn't have children, they couldn't have children for a lifetime. And Luo Nanchu likes children so much.

"What's the matter?" He calmed his voice and asked her softly, "You said you want to talk to me?" ”

Luo Nanchu shook her mind for a while, and when she heard Fu Tingyuan ask her, she came back to her senses. She removed her hand from the coffee cup, raised her eyes to look at Fu Tingyuan, and pondered her words: "A few days ago...... Your brother called me and we talked for a while. ”

"My eldest brother? He's looking for something about you. When Fu Tingyuan talked about Yan Qingfeng, his eyes and tone were obviously cold.

Luo Nanchu sighed silently, and then said softly, "He asked me for help." I think...... If that incident really started because of me, then I'm okay now, aren't you...... You can let your dad out. ”

“……”

"I know you may really resent your dad for dictating your life, but...... At least he didn't really want to hurt you. I know it's ridiculous to come out of my mouth now, but I still don't want to...... If it's true that you blame Uncle Yan for my death, you can stop it now. ”