Chapter 922: The Aesthetics of Fraud (11)
After the call, the man also crouched down, right next to her, and she could clearly smell the faint smell of cedar on his body, not like the smell of perfume commonly used by men, but like the smell of aftershave.
It reminded her of the feeling of a sunny day after a snowfall, when there was silence around her, only the wind blowing through the treetops and the snow falling down.
It's cold, clean, and far away from the clouds.
Wen Cha shrank her body silently, and her fingers were also retracted, but she could still feel the smell, like the sea water that spread to her neck, about to drown her.
"Are you okay?" A cold voice suddenly sounded in her ears, as if it was really asking her.
Wen Cha was stunned for a moment, and heard him say, "I'm a doctor, if you don't feel well, you can tell me."
Doctor......
Wen Cha's shadow crossed Fu Han's mind, it couldn't be him, right?
"Doctor Fu?" She tentatively opened her mouth and asked uncertainly, "Are you Doctor Fu?"
The other party was silent for a moment, as if acquiescing.
Wen Cha immediately confirmed his identity.
I didn't expect the elevator to break down, and I could still meet the national male god of the recent fire, it's really-
After a while, the other head replied, "It's me."
Wen Cha quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but did not move towards him, and said, "I'm fine now, you don't have to worry about me."
"Hmm." Fu Han didn't talk to her again, and the other three people in the elevator also stopped and shrunk into a ball, for fear that the elevator would fall in mid-air, which was almost as sour as jumping off a building.
For a while, no one spoke again.
The staff asked from the elevator call system if there were any casualties, comforted a few people, and said that the fault would be solved soon.
Wen Cha's hand holding the handle did not let go.
At this time, it is still very dangerous, if she doesn't want to die, she has to protect herself.
Fu Han didn't know why, he moved closer to her, his fingers also touched her fingertips, the slightly hot touch was especially obvious in the dark, and Wen Cha instantly withdrew his hand.
Fu Han: "Move over there and make way for others."
There is always some dedication on the part of doctors.
Wen Cha moved to the corner, and Fu Han also leaned over, leaving most of the place to the other three.
Wen Cha was locked in a corner by him, smelling the smell of cedar that permeated his body, and he didn't know what to say at all.
"Hold my hand if you're afraid."
Fu Han's voice was still very calm, he turned on the lighting of his mobile phone, and the dazzling beam of light instantly pierced the haze between the two, allowing Wen Cha to see him clearly.
He changed out of his ascetic white coat and put on a white shirt, the man who lined him was so young that he didn't look so cold.
He put his hand in front of Wen Cha, still with no expression on his face.
Wen Cha hesitated for a moment and declined his help, "I'm okay, you can go and see the others." β
Fu Han was not angry, and immediately went to make sure that the others were safe, and found that they were all fine, and returned to Wencha's side.
Wen Cha smiled at him, lowered his eyes and stayed quietly to the side, not thinking about talking to him.
Fu Han's fingers moved, but he still didn't speak.
It wasn't until the staff rescued them that the other two girls shouted to complain about the security, so that the staff turned white and apologized again and again.
Wen Cha felt bored, strolled to the door of the house, took out the key and opened the door.
There was a steady footstep behind him, Wen Cha turned around, and just in time to see Fu Han, he stood at the opposite door and opened the house.
Wen Cha was surprised for a moment and waved his hand at him, "Doctor Fu." β
Fu Han looked over and saw her bright smile, "Thank you Dr. Fu in the elevator today." β
Fu coldly replied with a "hmm".
Wen Cha was not angry, "I didn't expect Dr. Fu to live opposite me, what a coincidence." β
Fu Han didn't answer, and Wen Cha said some more polite words to him, and then closed the door.
From beginning to end, he never mentioned that he was invited to dinner.
The male god is too kaolin flower, and he has been rejected once, and Wen Cha is already very heartbroken, and now he will not continue to make mistakes.
Fu Han stood at the door for a while before closing the door quietly.
Early the next morning, when Wencha went out, the door on the opposite side happened to open.
Fu Han wore a suit with a black tie on his white shirt, looking more formal than yesterday.
Wen Cha greeted him with a smile, "Doctor Fu, what a coincidence, early." β
Fu Han nodded, walked to the elevator door, and pressed the floor.
Wen Cha raised an eyebrow, walked over to him, and waited for the elevator with him.
During this time, she did not say a word to him.
I don't know what to say, but it seems embarrassing to say anything.
The feeling of talking to oneself is not very good.
After getting off the elevator, Wen Cha walked to the door of the community with her bag, and when she walked out of the door, a black Mercedes-Benz drove over, Shi Shiran stopped beside her, who was it not Liang Zixu.
"Bo Cha," Liang Zixu rolled the window to greet her, "just by the way, I'll send you to the magazine." β
Wen Cha opened her mouth to refuse, but Liang Zixu interrupted her with a smile: "I don't mean anything else, I just think that it is not easy for you to live here as a little girl, and I want to help you as much as possible, after all, we didn't have an easy time before, if you think I offended you, I have nothing to say."
Speaking of which, there is a ghost in the refusal of the warm tea meeting.
"How so?" Wen Cha lowered her eyebrows and smiled, leaning over and sitting beside him, "Mr. Liang took extra care of me, I can't be grateful." β
Speaking of this, she cast Liang Zixu with a faint smile, and pretended to be sad and said: "I'm afraid that others will misunderstand, after all, I met Mr. Liang in Pingshui, and Mr. Liang is not like what the outside world says, I don't want others to look down on you."
Hearing these words in Liang Zixu's ears, it was a comfort.
He secretly sighed that Wen Cha was naΓ―ve, but he was very serious, "The current media always likes to chase after the wind, even if they go out to talk about cooperation, they will be deliberately misinterpreted, or the people around them will understand the truth." β
"Yes," Wen Cha followed his words, "If I hadn't known Mr. Liang, I'm afraid I would have been misled by those reports and missed Mr. Liang's friend." β
Liang Zixu suppressed the joy in his heart, and said paradoxically: "Other people misunderstand me, so let's misunderstand, as long as the people I care about understand me."
Wen Cha endured his disgust and said with a smile: "It's very risky to be friends with Mr. Liang, you have to protect me well."
This is very brainy, and even a little dramatic, but with the cunning on her face, Liang Zixu only feels extremely cute.
"Of course," he replied, "I won't let people make irresponsible remarks about you, don't worry."
Mercedes quickly drove out of the neighborhood, followed by a Porsche SUV.
Inside the car, Fu Han clenched his fingers expressionlessly.