What is he doing?! How come he still...can't do it.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and an undercurrent surged under his gold-rimmed glasses. Where Murong Xincheng couldn't see, Fu Shiqiu's sadness, heartache, and grievances were all revealed.
After raising the air conditioner temperature by one degree and raising the shades, Fu Shiqiu carefully looked at Murong Xincheng's closed eyes.
Fortunately, I didn't wake up.
Then he felt relieved and went to sleep, he was here.
After a while, Murong Xincheng's eyelids moved. He remained motionless and opened his eyes slightly. His eyes were full of deep and indescribable sadness.
It takes two hours to fly from Shangjing to Anyang.
Fu Shiqiu's private plane was parked at a small airport in the east of the city. It took them an hour to cross Chengzhong Road and arrive.
Murong Xincheng happened to wake up as well, but he obviously didn't sleep enough, but he accepted that he couldn't escape.
He was very cooperative when we got off the plane and boarded the plane. He continued to sleep on the plane without saying a word.
Fu Shiqiu followed him step by step. He didn't know whether he was afraid that something would happen to him because he was so groggy, or because he just wanted to follow.
Three and a half hours later, they finally arrived at Anyang Airport.
"How much longer?" Murong Xincheng moved to the luxury car in a daze and slept all the way, but his eyes became even redder.
Looking at the familiar street scene outside the car, he asked lazily.
"fifteen minutes."
Fu Shiqiu answered the question, then opened the thermos bottle beside him and handed it over.
"Drink this."
Yam, pork ribs and millet porridge, steaming with warm smoke.
This is Murong Xincheng's favorite porridge. I don't know when Fu Shiqiu bought it on the road.
Murong Xincheng smelled a familiar fragrance. He had hardly eaten anything in the past two days, and the hunger instantly eroded his stomach.
But the most frightening thing was that the heart, which had only taken three hours to be repaired, developed cracks at the same time. He secretly cursed the shoddy project and said, "No, I'm not hungry, thank you."
After saying that, he rubbed his messy hair and yawned loudly again. He closed his eyes and continued to lean his head against the door. His voice was as uneventful as ever, "Call me if you are in trouble, thank you."
Thanks...
He is not such a polite person.
Fu Shiqiu said nothing and took the thermos bottle back, "Okay."
It's not far by car. Linjiang Villa is near the city center. It takes fifteen minutes to drive on the expressway and you'll be there after passing the last traffic light.
"Axin."
Fu Shiqiu uttered these two words like a maniac, then opened his mouth, paused, and found that the other party didn't seem to hear him. He simply omitted the title and raised his voice once, "We're here, wake up."
Murong Xincheng drowsily rubbed his eyes, then stretched out as if after realizing it.
The driver lowered the sound insulation board, and there were 13 Linjiang villas right in front of them.
"That's right here, thank you."
Murong Xincheng directly opened the door on his side, muttered to himself, and got out of the car without waiting for Fu Shiqiu to speak.
Fu Shiqiu felt like a soft thorn had been stabbed in his heart, it was sore and painful, but wasn't he the one who caused this situation?
normal friend...
Ordinary friends should be polite and say thank you for everything?
The psychiatrist expressed doubts about his professionalism. He was beginning to feel unsure about things that could be clearly explained in a textbook manner.
I don't know what he was doing, but the car door was opened from the outside.