"Fu Shiyan, actually I don't care at all about you protecting her for the sake of your identity. I can understand that Wen Shu's identity means sharing life and death with you, but if you break away from your identity, you won't really fall in love with her, right?"
Jiang Shu thought many times about whether to tell Fu Shiyan her true identity. She wanted to know his reaction at that moment, and was also afraid of his reaction, because today, she doesn't know who she can trust.
There were still red marks on her face, and she was staring at him stubbornly, which made Fu Shiyan frown even more.
His silence almost made Jiang Shu's heart become confused. No matter how much he tormented her during this period, she knew that possession was hidden in it, and the source of possession was love. But what about now?
"Obligation can produce sympathy and love." Jiang Shu said every word, almost frustrated.
"You're thinking too much." Fu Shiyan's hand holding the umbrella was a little sore, so he changed his hand.
"Then do you dare to say that you have no pity for her, only use her?" Her voice broke in the rain.
"Jiang Shu!" Fu Shiyan frowned and raised his voice, full of chills, "What about you? How do you feel about Lu Xun? Does this so-called first love boyfriend make you relive your old dreams?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shu immediately pushed him away, like an angry little beast, and turned around to leave.
She walked into the rain, and Fu Shiyan held up an umbrella and followed quickly, grabbing her wrist, "Why, it got to your heart, you're too lazy to defend?"
On Wen Shu's birthday, he saw her snuggling in Lu Xun's arms at the venue with his own eyes, her relaxed expression clearly showing dependence.
A thorn stuck in Fu Shiyan's heart and he couldn't pull it out.
He raised Jiang Shu's whole face, her expression was extremely weak, "Fu Shiyan, we are divorced, don't double standard."
"I think you're the one with the double standard," Fu Shiyan said more forcefully. He suddenly raised his hand, threw away the obstructive umbrella, and bowed his head to kiss her lips, mixed with the cold rainwater.
The heavy rain quickly wet both of them. Jiang Shu put her hands in front of her body and struggled hard. She whimpered, "Fu Shiyan!"
The alley is quiet, and two people are trapped in the rain, trying to save their fragile love with desire.
It was too cold. Jiang Shu was pressed into his arms and kissed messily. His breathing became heavier and heavier, "Jiang Shu, I told you, you are mine."
She beat the man's well-defined chest desperately, her palms turned red, but gradually, her body became weak from his kisses, and the rain made her want to get closer to the heat source.
He felt her weakness, but at this moment, Fu Shiyan's cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
It is a private mobile phone and no one will call unless it is urgent.
Jiang Shu pressed his hand and said, "Don't answer."
The two of them separated slightly, Fu Shiyan's voice was hoarse, and they kissed again, "No kiss."
The phone rang for 45 seconds, hung up, and called again persistently.
After repeating this three times, Fu Shiyan frowned, but finally reached out and took out his cell phone. It was a call from Secretary Huo.
He pressed Jiang Shu into his arms and answered the phone, "What's the matter?"
Secretary Huo was very anxious: "Mr. Fu, Miss Wen committed suicide."
It was also strange that the early autumn rain was accompanied by lightning, which illuminated Jiang Shu's pale face.
Fu Shiyan's expression was a little stiff, "When did it happen?"
"Just an hour ago, we are rescuing now. Jiang Lingyu is here."