The driver retreated, and the electronic door was unobstructed and slowly closed.

In the huge office, Shen Fanyin lowered her eyes lightly, pondered for a long time, and still wanted to cover up and say: "I was just working, and I didn't hear the phone when it was silent, and I was about to call you back, and Uncle Wang called."

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng nodded, his tone gentle and cautious, "Sanskrit, I have something to say to you."

Shen Fanyin bit her lower lip: "Well, I also have something to say to you."

Maybe falling in love is not suitable for her at all, and this feeling of being pulled emotionally makes her strange and uneasy.

She doesn't like suspicion, and she doesn't like suspicion of herself.

"I'll start with that." Jing Zeheng couldn't help but say, "The house in the southern suburbs is for you, and it has always been."

Shen Fanyin was not surprised that he would know about this, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to mention it, let alone explain it like this.

Shen Fanyin looked at him blankly, his big wet eyes full of doubts.

Jing Zeheng came in a hurry, and he didn't have much time to think about how to fill the hole that he had dug for a while.

He could only come up with the evidence directly.

"You see, this is the final renovation plan of the design department that I received in March this year." He opened his phone's mailbox, found the email and opened the attachment to show her, "Even if your name isn't written on this house, at least you can tell that the design of this workshop is for you, right?"

The date on the email is not fake, and the design of her workplace is not deceiving.

Shen Fanyin looked at it for a while, and her voice unconsciously became a little smaller: "But they said that you built it for your girlfriend."

Because looking at the photos, the distance between them has narrowed. Shen Fanyin could ask about the faint smell of wine lingering on his body, and Jing Zeheng was also teased by the fragrance of her hair.

This big pit of "Jinwu Zangjiao" was dug by Jing Zeheng himself, but he really didn't know how it was spread.

He watched her eyes change, and said tentatively, "Maybe it's changed?"

Shen Fanyin blinked, looking at him as if thinking about the possibility of this.

Compared with a strange proprietress lady, the balance in her heart is of course more inclined to Jing Zeheng.

But she was entangled by herself, entangled by Bai Yueguang's questions, she always felt insecure, and couldn't help but think - maybe one day in the future, after she gave her heart to him completely, a woman suddenly appeared and snatched him away with her fingers.

Most girls can't be calm when facing the problems of their ex-girlfriends, and it's impossible not to think cranky, not to mention that Shen Fanyin has no sense of security, and lacks trust in love, so it's reasonable to think more.

Jing Zeheng looked at her uneasy eyes, raised his hand slightly, and tentatively hugged her into his arms.

Shen Fanyin's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't push him away.

But she was just held by him so stiffly, without the slightest return.

Jing Zeheng could feel her emotional changes, and there was a touch of determination in his eyes.

This time, he couldn't lie to her again.

If he couldn't make her truly settle down, he would probably lose her forever.

Jing Zeheng took a deep breath, patted her on the back and said, "Fanyin, it's a little dark here, let's go to your office and talk about it."

"yes, okay."

Shen Fanyin nodded lightly.

She believed him, but she couldn't believe in the future.

She was really scared.

The office is clean and tidy, slightly small, no sofas. A tablet and a drinking glass sit on a small coffee table by the floor-to-ceiling window. The tablet had long since gone dormant, and the water cup had been empty for an unknown amount of time.

Jing Zeheng saw that her steps were a little sluggish, and knew that she was too tired to toss for a day.

He simply turned around, grabbed her by the waist, picked her up and put her on the desk to sit, and himself propped his hands on the edge of the table, and restrained her in his arms.

He didn't want to do this to her, but he was afraid that the next conversation would be difficult for her to accept, so he ran away again.

At this time, there is no suitable person to watch the whereabouts of his grandmother for him, if she really runs

, then you can't find it.

Shen Fanyin was extremely tired today, and her reaction speed was much slower, and she didn't react until she sat down at the table.

This was not the first time they had been in such a posture, and Shen Fanyin's face began to redden.

She furrowed her eyebrows and said as seriously as she could, "Don't make trouble, let's talk well."

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng nodded, "Come, let's talk about our first love."

Shen Fanyin was stunned.

Talk, talk about first love?

Is it necessary to be so direct?

Shen Fanyin's heart was very panicked, wanting to know, but he was afraid to lift this veil directly.

What if he says that his first love is unforgettable and he can't let go of it no matter what, so what if she doesn't want to be jealous?

Shen Fanyin's fingers clenched the edge of the table, and her breathing became short.

She licked her lips nervously, and her voice was weak: "Or...... Tell me about that another day?"

"No, say it today." Jing Zeheng's voice was low, but it was extremely firm.

He took Shen Fanyin's hand and put it on his face, grabbed her fingers and stroked the barely visible scar on his face.

"Fanyin, didn't you ask me how this scar was left?"

"Uh......"

Shen Fanyin didn't know why he mentioned this scar at this time, so he could only look at him at a loss, looking at his reflection from his eyes.

His eyes were bright and seemed to have stars.

Jing Zeheng's big hand held her small hand and warmed her with his body heat.

He stared into her eyes and continued, "Six and a half years ago, in September, during a thunderstorm, I was targeted by the people of the country and almost died outside."

Shen Fanyin was stunned, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.

She held her breath as she looked at him with a look of nervousness in her eyes.

She didn't dare to ask questions, she didn't dare to interrupt him, and she didn't dare to open the past that was sleeping in her heart.

Jing Zeheng pinned the broken hair on her cheeks behind her ear, and said word by word: "I've never been so embarrassed in my life, my phone was damaged because of a bullet, and I can't call someone to pick me up after getting rid of them."

"I fled to an alley where the street light was broken and I couldn't walk anymore, but fortunately a child passed by from school, and she borrowed my mobile phone, because she was afraid, she didn't even ask for the phone, she threw it at me and turned around and ran."

Speaking of the past, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, as if he saw the timid little girl in the past again.

The blood faded from Shen Fanyin's face, and at this moment, she thought of a lot of things.

For example, at the Golden Weaving Awards, she felt that the back was familiar, for example, when she first got along with him, she occasionally felt that he was very much like "him".

Why didn't she feel that way again? Perhaps because they were becoming more familiar, she confused "them".

Her breathing was a little rapid, and she bit her lower lip, and she struggled to speak, "Later, what about later?"

Her voice was so hoarse that she surprised herself, and she could feel the tremors herself.

Jing Zeheng's big hand slowly caressed her back, silently soothing her panicked soul.

He said, "Later, I used her mobile phone to call Qi Yan and was saved. The injury was really bad, and I was in a hospital bed for a month before I could walk properly."

"I went to return her phone, but the scars on my face were so ugly that I had to wear a mask so as not to scare her."

Shen Fanyin found that her palms were already covered with fine beads of sweat, and her mouth was very dry.

She stared at Jing Zeheng, there were many questions she wanted to ask, and she had a lot of things to say, but she couldn't say a word, so she could only look at him quietly, waiting for him to reveal the truth.