Fu Chengshen returned to his room.

He took a shower, brushed his teeth, changed his pajamas, and lay in bed without falling asleep.

I didn't think his bedroom was so big before, and when the lights were turned off, it was black and empty, which made people a little uncomfortable.

It seems to be extremely cold tonight, it's almost May, why is the night wind still blowing so cold?

He sat up irritably, wanting to smoke another cigarette to calm the evil fire in his heart, and reached for his hand on the bedside table, feeling empty.

I had to turn the lamp on again, but I sat on the edge of the bed, motionless.

He didn't care about her either. It's just that it's cold tonight, and she's sick again, what if she has a high fever again in the middle of the night, and no one knows what to do if she dies?

He just didn't want her to die in his house.

So, he spent the night with her, not too much.

He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out of her room with very light steps.

With a push of his hand, the door opened.

He breathed a sigh of relief. She was really sick, and lo and behold, she forgot to close the door.

He walked in, and by the moonlight, he saw that she was lying on the bed with her back to him, as if she had fallen asleep.

He walked to her bedside, hesitated, took off his shoes, went to bed, uncovered the corner of the quilt, and lay down in the familiar way.

Her bed, sure enough, was much warmer than his. Probably because of the small size of the room, yes, it must be because of this.

He lay still for a while, slowly turned sideways, his face facing her back, looked at it for a moment, and put his hand on her waist.

Not denied.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, when her clear voice sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Fu, I don't understand, do you hate me, or pity me?"

She didn't fall asleep.

Fu Chengshen's brows furrowed unconsciously. He didn't want to answer the question.

Meaningless question.

She waited for a while, but before she could get an answer, she chuckled first: "Are you thinking that I am actually overestimating myself?" It's just a plaything, and it's not annoying or pitiful at all. ”

Fu Chengshen actually couldn't figure out what he thought about Luo Xi.

It's just that when he heard her say this, he instinctively wanted to refute, and even wanted to be angry.

She thought of him too badly.

Although he thinks she is greedy, scheming, has means, and will pretend to be pitiful, but that's all, he never thought she was a plaything.

Almost immediately, his hand on her waist tightened, and then relaxed, and patted her gently, which could lower his voice and coax her: "Don't think about it. ”

Loshi was silent.

After a while, she opened her mouth again: "In the eyes of people like Mr. Fu, are we ordinary people as cheap as ants?" ”

Fu Cheng pursed the corners of his lips with a deep face. He thought that she must have burned out her brain because of a high fever, so she would ask such an inexplicable question.

He didn't want to answer, and was afraid that if he didn't, she would continue to ask similar strange questions, so she reluctantly opened her mouth.

"It's not."

"Isn't it?" She smiled more heavily, and her tone was not without mockery, "Then why, your words can negate my efforts in the past ten years?" Can you kill all my hopes? ”

All her efforts, in front of him, seemed so insignificant.

He didn't even ask her for verification, and he convicted her of plagiarism.

Is it because he is the president of the Fu Group? So everyone believed in him and sanctified his word?

If she also has the identity of the eldest lady of the family and has a chairman and grandfather, will no one think that she will plagiarize?

Is a person's background more important than all her acquired efforts?

She felt ridiculous, more helpless.

It was obviously unfair, but she couldn't do anything about it, so she could only pin all her hopes on the kindness of a certain jury and click on the email she had sent in the past.

If all the judges were completely disgusted with her, scoffed at the emails she sent to prove that she had no plagiarism, and even moved them directly to the trash, then she would have to carry this stain for the rest of her life and completely lose her relationship with the designer.

Her dreams, all her aunt's hopes for her, seemed so vulnerable in the face of reality and absolute authority.

Fu Cheng let out a deep sigh. The heat sprayed down her neck, clearly conscious, but she didn't react.

"I asked Li Xian to check." He told her faintly, with a gesture of favor in his tone that he didn't even realize, "What the truth is, it will soon be found out." ”

Lohi felt that it was just a little bit of charity for her.

Even, he can say that he has asked people to investigate, and the fact is just as he guessed, she, plagiarized.

Anyway, black and white are just things that open and close his mouth.

She shook her head slightly, her voice sounding tired: "No need. It doesn't matter anymore. ”

She didn't need his handouts. She'll do whatever it takes to prove herself.

I don't know why, when Fu Chengshen heard her say this, his heart couldn't stop falling, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit, and it was boundless for a long time.

His hand on her waist moved up and clasped it on her shoulder: "Loshi, trust me. ”

She didn't speak, didn't give him any feedback, and seemed to be asleep.

He didn't dare to move rashly, and held this position for a long time before gently picking up his hand, and then slowly moving it up, covering her eyes very lightly.

She didn't sleep. The eyes are still open.

He felt the wetness of his hand.

She's crying.

Fu Chengshen didn't know what he thought, but after realizing this, his first reaction was to turn on the ceiling lamp.

The room suddenly lit up.

There was a momentary discomfort in the eyes. He paused for a moment and reached out to rub her shoulder, wanting to see her face.

She refused, and was extremely stubborn in screwing up with him.

He gave up, let go, propped himself up, and looked over her shoulder.

She noticed it, and shrank her little head under the pillow, refusing to let him see it.

Unfortunately, it was still late.

He could clearly see the water on her cheeks, and he could see a small patch of moisture on the pillow.

The heart in the chest finally fell to the bottom at this moment, as if sinking into an abyss.

He wanted to tell her to make her believe him, and if Li Xian's investigation showed that she had not plagiarized, then he would definitely notify the organizing committee and let them reinstate her from the competition.

But when the words came to my lips, I didn't want to say them.

She clearly didn't believe him. No matter how much he said, she still wouldn't believe it.

He lay back, covered her with the quilt, and reached out to extinguish the light.

"You're sick. Tonight, I'm with you. ”

It's not a negotiating tone, it's just a simple notification to her.

When he was stubborn, he was much more powerful than her.

Loshi didn't speak.

It's just that he clearly noticed that her small and soft body silently moved to the other side of the bed.

Stay away from him.

He sneered in his heart, but he didn't see it, his eyes staring at the ceiling, and he didn't know how long he had been staring at it before falling asleep.

In the middle of the night, he woke up from freezing. When I opened my eyes, I found that the only quilt on the bed had been rolled up by her at some point.

She covered herself tightly, but she was ruthless and froze him outside.

He pursed his lips, smiled, and took the initiative to lean over to her, tiptoeing open the quilt and getting back in.

The quilt that was completely warmed by her body temperature was too warm.

He reached out and pressed it against her forehead, her temperature was normal.

The large hand slid all the way down the contour of her face, and finally stopped at her slender neck.

Temperature remains normal.

He finally let go, tucked the corners of the quilt himself, and fell asleep contentedly.

When she woke up the next day, she was no longer in bed.

She slept there, the sheets flat and cold, as if no one had ever been lying down, and she didn't know how long she had been gone.

He could probably guess where she had gone. Eighty percent of them went to the judges of the Dawning Cup.

However, the competition is over, and there are only a few judges left in the hotel to confirm the final winners. She rushed over, and it was estimated that she could only enter the door of a hotel, and there was no way to talk to any of the judges.

Instead of running all the way to eat the closed door, she should beg him. She said a thousand words and ten thousand sentences, which was not worth a phone call from him.

Of course, the premise is that he first has to confirm whether she has plagiarized or not?

He got out of bed slowly, washed up, went downstairs for breakfast, and then the driver drove him to work in the Fu building.

Li Xian's investigation report has indeed been placed on his desk.

He opened it and read it page by page.

Although after talking to Loshi last night, he already had six or seven points of faith in her. But when he saw that Li Xian's report showed that Marin was so bold as to ask Luo Xi to be her gunman, and openly signed her name on the costume design that had been launched by LA and originally belonged to Luo Xi, he still wanted to vent his anger.

"These, all infallible?" He asked Li Xian.

"Reliable." Li Xian's face was extremely serious. To be honest, he was also taken aback by this result.

The dignified Mrs. Fu was so bullied that she couldn't make a noise when she was a gunman, if this was spread out, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of Mr. Fu?

"I asked the people from the technical department to check Miss Luo's and Ma Lin's computers respectively, and the design drawings on Miss Luo's computer were created earlier than Ma Lin's, indicating that those design drawings were undoubtedly drawn by Miss Luo."

As for how the people in the technical department used to "check" Ma Lin's computer, Li Xian didn't say it, and Fu Chengshen didn't care.

All he wants is results.

He let out an "oh", very soft, very light.

Li Xian had followed him for many years and knew that this was a precursor to his anger.

After a pause, he continued to bite the bullet and said, "To be on the safe side, I also called up the works designed by Ma Lin in the past. Mr. Fu, please see, these are Ma Lin's masterpieces, the style is very different from Miss Luo, and the same person cannot change his style so much in a short period of time. ”

Fu Chengshen didn't want to watch it anymore.

He closed the information and wrote lightly: "One copy of the report will be sent to the president of LA, and another copy will be sent to Deng Jiemin, I want to hear it, what do they say?" ”

He shifted his gaze to the floor-to-ceiling window. From such a high vantage point, the pedestrians coming and going on the road are so small that they can barely see clearly.

Like, ants.

"Make another call to the Dawning Cup Organizing Committee."