It rained continuously, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of cinnamon. The two people held umbrellas and walked in the alley, looking for their way back.
Jiang Shu held his hands in front of him. He was a little cold without a coat, and his face became paler.
She secretly glanced at Fu Shiyan's face and saw that he was not indifferent, so she asked with some difficulty: "Fu Shiyan, why didn't you tell me when grandpa just got sick?"
The man's fingertips holding the umbrella turned white due to the strength. He did not turn his head and said, "Is it worrying to tell you?"
"But..." She remembered that she was arguing with him at that time, "You can tell me, otherwise, I wouldn't scold you like that."
A sneer escaped from Fu Shiyan's mouth, "That's not necessary." He looked at her, "You scold me enough?"
Jiang Shu pursed his lips, thinking about it.
After a short silence, the only sound in her ears was the sound of rain hitting the stone bricks. She suddenly heard Fu Shiyan ask, "Jiang Shu, who loves me more or hates me?"
Jiang Shu hesitated with this question, but she blurted out: "Of course it's hate."
Fu Shiyan immediately frowned and his tone involuntarily worsened: "How much do you want to kill me?"
Jiang Shu took advantage of the situation and responded, "Well, I have grown up so old that Lao Jiang has never hit me like this."
When she said this, the guilt in Fu Shiyan's heart continued to take root. He knew that she was holding back and not having an attack at the moment simply because she was in his territory. When she went out one day, she would become arrogant again. That was
I really want to kill him, there will be no mercy at all.
"I was impulsive that day." He frowned and said, not knowing what tone to use to express his sincerity.
Jiang Shu glanced at him and wanted to laugh. Obviously, Fu Shiyan was not a person who would give in. From the beginning to now, he was always the one in control. How could a person in control do something wrong?
So at this moment, he was particularly jerky.
Jiang Shu shrugged, "It doesn't matter, there must be a storm outside now, full of slander against her, so my slap is worth it."
As soon as these words came out, Fu Shiyan looked away, his expression unclear.
Jiang Shu knew that he was restraining his anger.
She stood still and said word by word: "This is what I want, I want her to be ruined and fall into the clouds."
He looked back, like a sharp knife being drawn out of its sheath, "You don't listen to what I say, do you?"
"Do you still want to hit me?" Jiang Shu stood up on tiptoes and came forward, "I also think that one slap will give me an advantage, so it doesn't matter if you slap me again."
I have beaten them all, and I don’t care about this once or twice.
Jiang Shu herself didn't even realize that when she said this, her cheeks bulged slightly and her eyes were full of grievances.
She still cared about that slap and that he did it to her for Wensu.
Fu Shiyan held an umbrella with one hand, his fingertips were cold, his expression was as usual, he was not irritated by her, "Don't be willful."
He just said don't be willful.
Jiang Shu frowned, she was often irritated by his lackluster manner.
"Fu Shiyan." She chased him and asked, "I've been thinking, if it were Wen Shu, would you be so impulsive?"
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, making my feet slippery.
Fu Shiyan's voice was a little hoarse, "In order to restrain the Wen family, I took advantage of her and took her as a hostage. I owe it to you."
Jiang Shu's eyes became blank. She had known this reason for a long time, but when he said it himself, she still felt uncomfortable.
She took a deep breath: "So if it were her, you wouldn't."