However, seeing Murong Xincheng's behavior, Fu Shiqiu's voice immediately turned cold again.
Still want to run?!
When Murong Xincheng heard this, he lowered his hands feebly, "You know everything?"
Nonsense, what are you asking? Of course he knows!
Murong Xincheng despised himself in his heart, and suddenly felt even more powerless. Yes, so what if he knew the destination and was already in the car, could he still escape?
"What do you think?" Fu Shiqiu glanced at the people around him. He suddenly really wished that Murong would pounce on him aggrievedly like before and tell everything that was stuck in his heart.
So, "Why didn't you tell me."
Hearing Fu Shiqiu's words, Murong sneered and said,
But beautiful Danfeng's eyes were empty and there was no smile at all.
He raised his eyes, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at Fu Shiqiu blankly, "Why should I tell you? Is it useful to tell you?"
"Why is it useless? I told you that you can come to me if you have anything." Fu Shiqiu clenched his fists. He had been waiting for his call. He really...
"Fu Shiqiu, don't forget."
"It was you who gave up on me and Jiaojiao first. It was you who said this was a deformed relationship. It was you who said we shouldn't."
Murong Xincheng grinned and his eyes turned red.
"So, if I have something to do, why should I find... ordinary friends?"
He, they all forgot.
Even when Murong Xincheng came from the United States to visit Gu An and Gu Liangyan, he had forgotten how bad Fu Shiqiu had said to him two years ago.
Now, everything is recalled.
"Ordinary friends..."
Fu Shiqiu murmured, although he still looked expressionless and indifferent, his heart throbbed with pain, but his anger had subsided a lot, and countless complex emotions swept through his brain.
Just before he almost lost control, another call came in.
"Hey, brother."
Brother Fu Shiqiu’s phone number.
"Xiaoqiu, you don't even take over the phone at home to call your mother. You have to use your brother's number to get through. So you really don't want your mother anymore?"
Fu Shiqiu frowned and wanted to turn off the phone, but the other party's cries became louder and louder, and he became more and more excited.
Fu's mother has heart disease.
Fu Shiqiu rubbed his brows tiredly and sighed, "Mom, don't cry. I'm busy recently. I'll go back to see you when I'm done."
"Really? You can't lie to me, wuwuwu." Fu's mother is used to acting coquettishly with her son.
"Well, okay, I'm busy, I'll call you later."
"Wait a minute, Xiaoqiu, are you on a business trip to Anyang?" Fu's mother stopped crying and asked carefully while sobbing.
"Um?"
"I want to tell you when you will come back. Calculate the time. Is it far away? Will you be cold and hungry? My... my son, I will worry about my mother after traveling thousands of miles!"
Fu Shiqiu: "..."
He felt really bad when he heard Fu's mother crying, so he endured his temper and said, "Well, I'll be back in a few days. I'll hang up now."
He pressed the phone without hesitation, fearing that Fu's mother would do something wrong again. Fu Shiqiu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked up at Murong Xincheng beside him.
Murong Xincheng tilted his head toward the door, resting his head on the back of the cushion, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
The long and thick eyelashes are like two windshield wipers, the fair skin has no impurities, and the thin lips are a little dry and look a little embarrassed.
He fell asleep very peacefully, like a prince from a fairy tale.
Fu Shiqiu seemed to have lost his voice for an instant.
He couldn't help but raise his hand, get closer to Murong Xincheng's face little by little, and then paused while hanging in mid-air.
His fingers curled up and he pulled them back violently.