After a long time, there was no return.

Wen Yin directly called Fu Chuchen and went over.

It rang for a long time and no one answered.

I made three more calls in succession before I was slowly picked up, but there was no sound on the other side.

Quietly.

Wen Yin: "Fu Chuchen? ”

She shouted tentatively.

The other side replied sullenly: "Hmm." ”

Whew-

Wen Yin breathed a sigh of relief, she still thought that this young master was really tied up, if she was really tied up, she would have to find a way to find him.

"Still sad and angry?" Wen Yin smiled and asked, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Fu Chuchen: "I can't hear my mother talk about you like that, you're not that kind of person." ”

"Everyone has their own opinion on everyone, if you can't listen to it, don't listen to it, why are you still playing missing?"

"I'm having a hard time too." Fu Chuchen's voice was muffled: "I don't think my mother is that kind of person, I really can't imagine that she would say that kind of thing." ”

The corners of Wen Yin's lips twitched, and she sat on the sofa and crossed Erlang's legs and asked, "The glorious greatness of mother's love is shattered in your eyes?" ”

Fu Chuchen: "......"

"I thought you were calling to comfort me."

Wen Yin's voice was careless: "Comfort you, I don't know how to comfort you, because I haven't felt the glory and greatness of mother's love." ”

"Why don't we come out for a drink?"

"......" Fu Chuchen hesitated for a moment: "We are both still underage, so it's not good to go drinking, right?" ”

"It's okay, it's a set-up for adulthood. Just drink a little bit, we buy it and find a place to drink, don't go to the messy place of the bar, how about it? ”

Fu Chuchen wanted to go, but: "But I have to go to school tomorrow, what if I can't get up?" ”

"Why are you so long-winded?" Wen Yin: "No wonder you are unhappy, you think about hesitating so much to do something." ”

"I'll just ask you, can you have a drink now, can you meet?"

Over there, after a few seconds of silence: "Yes." ”

"Isn't that right? I thought you wouldn't even dare to indulge yourself. ”

……

Autumn nights are cold.

Under the street lamp in the alley, the young man carried a bag of beer, and the little girl followed him on his left with her hands behind her back.

The young man's face was not good-looking, and he hung his head.

The two of them arrived on the rooftop at the end of the alley.

Wen Yin sat on the ground, the cold wind on the rooftop was even worse, and Fu Chuchen was shivering with cold.

He looked at Wen Yin who was sitting on the ground: "Otherwise, let's go to the stairwell and drink, it's too cold here, your injury is not healed, and you shouldn't drink too much." ”

Wen Yin smiled and looked up at Fu Chuchen: "Care about me so much? ”

"I'm not that delicate, this little wind can't kill me."

Fu Chuchen: "......"

But when he looked at Wen Yin, he couldn't help but be weak.

In the end, Fu Chuchen sat on the tuyere and blocked the wind for Wen Yin.

The corners of Wen Yin's lips lifted slightly.

The Fu family is not a good place, and like the ordinary dirty and deep wealthy families, there are no good people.

But the brothers of the Fu family are very good.

Fu Chuchen opened a bottle of beer: "At this time, you are the only one who cares about my emotions, and my mother has never called me until now." ”

Wen Yin also opened a bottle, took a sip, turned his head to look at Fu Chuchen and said, "I don't mind being your mother, I'll call you." ”

“……”

Fu Chuchen drank sullenly, and was blown by the cold wind, and the whole person was a lot more sober.

"I don't understand the adult world." The boy's voice was a little hoarse.

"Sister, do you say that when people grow up, they will be involuntary and insincere?"

"Are you all forced to do what you don't want to do?"

Wen Yin: "Do you want to excuse your mother, thinking that she was persecuted?" ”

"Every path is your own choice." Wen Yin smiled and toasted with Fu Chuchen: "You can't change others, just like you can't make your mother the mother you imagined." ”

"Your mother is not gentle and kind, and even now... She's not kind, and she's completely broken your perception. ”

"You are bound between morality and family affection, and you can't accept this fact for a while, I understand."

Wen Yin was right, it was the knot in Fu Chuchen's heart.

Even if Qiao Ran is wrong, she is also his mother. Biological.

Qiao Ran also loves him, and sometimes he is a little fierce, but the details are love.

Fu Chuchen raised his eyes, sniffed, and took a sip of wine in some embarrassment: "Then what do you say I should do now?" ”

"Don't ask me." Wen Yin's voice drifted slowly in the wind: "I don't have such a relationship to deal with, and I haven't experienced maternal love. ”

She turned her head and looked at Fu Chuchen with a smile: "Do you know my past?" ”

"Maybe people think it's hell, it's my home, where I grew up."

Wen Yin still smiled: "The weak eat the strong, a little poor like me can't live at all." ”

They will be thrown to all kinds of places, uninhabited islands, wolves and unknowns, primeval forests full of poisonous snakes and poisons, and each time, they may not be able to return.

In order to live, people can kill each other.

Man can eat man raw.

You can enjoy the bloody taste.

She can't, she hasn't.

Fu Chuchen didn't understand what Wen Yin was talking about.

"Don't your mom and dad like you?"

Wen Yin: "Don't talk about me, I'm enlightening you today, I'm just going out for a drink with you, if you have anything to say to me, but I won't solve it." ”

After all, she didn't grow up in a normal environment, and sometimes, she wouldn't tell the emotions of normal people so clearly.

Fu Chuchen didn't speak, drank some wine, and was slightly drunk and not drunk.

At the end of the conversation, Wen Yin's hands and feet were cold. Blown by the cold wind.

Fu Chuchen said to her: "Thank you, I'm in a much better mood." ”

She smiled, "Go back and get a good night's sleep, see you at school tomorrow." ”

Wen Yin returned to the presidential suite.

Fu Xu did not return.

She soaked her feet in hot water and went back to her room.

She has now developed the habit of falling asleep with his smell, and when she doesn't, she still sleeps hard, she can't sleep well, but she has to sleep.

Maybe at two or three o'clock in the morning, Wen Yin heard movement outside.

"Mr. Fu, then I'll go first." This is the voice of Fu Xu's assistant.

"Hmm." This was Fu Xu's low response, very slight.

Until I heard the door click shut, the assistant left, and there was no movement outside.

Wen Yin was puzzled.

I got up and opened the door and went out to have a look.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the man lying on the sofa, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, the buttons on the collar were loose, and the jacket of the suit was not taken off.

His eyes were closed, motionless, this lazy look, lustful.

When Wen Yin got closer, he smelled a lot of wine.

She squatted next to the sofa and gently nudged him: "Brother? ”

The man's Adam's apple moved, but he didn't respond.

It seems that he is not lightly drunk.

Wen Yin continued to push him: "You get up and go into the house to sleep, you will catch a cold if you sleep here." ”

The air was quiet, only the sound of the two of them breathing, and if she moved any way now, it seemed to disturb the harmonious silence.

She looked at the man's face, the facial contours were smooth, and even if she was drunk, she was a little aggressive.

Because of drinking, the thin lips are a little moist, and the color is also a little gorgeous.

In the quiet night, her ears were filled with the sound of his drunken and somewhat messy breathing, and every breath was full of hot breath and wild desire.

Wen Yin's breath was suffocated, and suddenly his hands clenched the hem of the cuffs of his suit, got up slightly, and approached his lips, the man's hot breath with the smell of wine instantly sprinkled her face.

Her heart was hot, and in the next second, her little head came over.