Fu Jingting smiled and was about to say something when he suddenly heard something.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, then pulled Rong Shu around suddenly and hid behind the door of the safe stairwell.
Because Rong Shu was wearing a thin dress, Fu Jingting was afraid that she would get cold if she leaned against the wall.
So as soon as he reached the door, he put his arms around her waist, spun her around, and then leaned his back against the wall.
Rong Shu, on the other hand, half-raised her hands and placed them on his chest, her whole body buried in his arms.
"You..." Rong Shu's eyes widened and she really wanted to ask him what he was doing.
Fu Jingting suddenly hissed and lowered his voice: "Don't move or talk."
Seeing his serious expression, Rong Shu nodded subconsciously. Even though she had many questions in her heart, she still closed her mouth.
The moment she closed her mouth, she heard movement.
It was a man and a woman having an ambiguous fight and laughter.
Through the crack in the door, Rong Shu could vaguely see a man and a woman walking toward them, holding each other in their arms.
I shivered.
"Cold?" Fu Jingting asked in a low voice.
Rong Shu shook her head and pointed at the crack of the door.
Fu Jingting immediately understood what she meant.
Although he couldn't see the crack in the door from his position and didn't know what she saw, but judging from her disgusted expression and the sounds made by the man and woman outside, he probably guessed it.
"Don't look, you dirty eyes." Fu Jingting said softly.
Rong Shu nodded, thinking so.
Just when Rong Shu was about to withdraw her gaze, the man and woman suddenly approached, and the man's face was reflected in the crack of the door.
Seeing the man's face, Rong Shu opened her mouth in surprise, "That's... my friend's fiancé. I've seen his photo on the invitation, but the girl is not my friend!"
Although the woman buried her face in the man's chest, she couldn't see him.
But she just knew that that was not her friend.
Her friend is a model and is 1.78 meters tall. He is completely different from this woman.
So, her friend’s fiancé actually cheated on her on the night of their engagement?
Fu Jingting was not surprised when he heard Rong Shu's words.
As early as when he heard the movement, he already knew who the man was through his voice.
After all, he knew the hero of tonight's engagement party.
As for women, he didn't know.
"Do you have your cell phone with you?" Fu Jingting looked down at Rong Shu and asked.
Rong Shu nodded, "Yes."
"Record it and give it to your friend later." Fu Jingting reminded.
He came to tonight's engagement party solely to accompany her, otherwise he wouldn't have come at all.
Although he and the hero of tonight's engagement party know each other, they don't have a good relationship, so he doesn't feel guilty at all about the possibility of ruining this man's engagement party with his proposal.
As long as Rong Shu is happy.
After listening to Fu Jingting's words, Rong Shu suddenly realized, nodded, and quickly took out her mobile phone, "You are right, I have to leave evidence for my friend, but I don't know if she will collapse after hearing this.
"
"You can reveal a little bit first and test her background. If she is strong enough and has good eyesight, you can tell her that if she is weak and willing to forgive her fiancé for messing around outside, you can delete the recording."
Fu Jingting said.
Rong Shu nodded, "You're right, okay, I'll do it."
The reason why she was willing to record her friend's fiancé cheating on her was because she remembered the friendship she had in the past and didn't want to see her friend being bullied by her fiancé.
But if her friend doesn't accept her kindness, then she can just delete the recording and pretend she didn't find anything.
Anyway, it doesn't matter whether my friend lives happily or not in the future.
At this time, the man outside pinched the woman somewhere, and the woman suddenly screamed, in an artificial voice, "Yuck!"
This sound!
Rong Shu's expression changed and she clenched her phone tightly.
Fu Jingting noticed the stiffness of her body and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Rong Shu did not answer, but looked at the crack in the door with trembling pupils.
The man and woman parked just outside them, separated only by a door panel.
The man held the woman's waist with one hand, lifted the woman's chin with the other, and said with an evil smile: "Do you really hate it? I think you quite like it."
"You are talking nonsense. If anyone likes me, you will bully me." The woman blushed and pretended to be angry, but in fact she patted the man's chest shyly.
The man laughed.
Rong Shu saw the woman's face clearly and bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth.
It’s really her, Rong Yuan!
Rong Yuan was smiling just now, but she didn't recognize that the voice was Rong Yuan's.
But as soon as Rong Shu spoke, she immediately recognized him.
Although the voice was a little different from six years ago, the pretentious tenderness had never changed, and it still had the same nauseating smell.
But she was surprised, why is Rong Yuan here?
The last time, Rong Yuan returned to Haishi, stayed in Haishi for two days, and then went to Beautiful Country, but she disappeared after that.
She thought that Rong Yuan would never appear again, but she didn't expect that not only did Rong Yuan appear again, but she also came to Kimchi Country and became the mistress between her friend and her fiancé!
Thinking of this, Rong Shu's face turned very ugly, her little face was gloomy and full of anger.
She was angry, angry that Rongyuan was so unloving that she actually became a mistress.
Of course, she doesn't care about Rong Yuan, but about her father.
When his father was alive, he treated her and Rong Yuan the same way. Whether it was education or material things, he had never been partial.
And how did Rong Yuan treat her father? As soon as Tian Sheng showed signs of bankruptcy, he and Li Xiufang took away the remaining funds and ran away, leaving his father unable to get the money. He jumped off the building in despair. Even after his father died, he never showed up to participate.
Dad's funeral.
And now, she actually works as a mistress again. How can Rong Yuan live up to her father by doing this?
Rong Shu clenched her palms tightly, trembling with anger.
If she hadn't been afraid of causing a scene, attracting crowds of people, and ruining her friend's engagement party tonight, she would have wanted to go out and slap Rong Yuan in the face, take Rong Yuan back to her country, and make her kneel in front of her father's tombstone.
Seeing Rong Shu's angry eyes red, Fu Jingting's hand on her waist slowly moved up and patted her back gently, signaling her to calm down first.
Although he didn't know why she suddenly became so angry, he was sure that it had something to do with the woman outside.
When she saw the man, her mood was still good, so it must be the woman who became like this.
The man and woman outside the door started talking.
Rong Yuan drew circles on the man's chest with her fingers and looked at him resentfully, "Congratulations, you are getting engaged tonight. When we meet again, we will have to be as sneaky as we were today. Although it is exciting, it is not possible anyway.
It makes me a little bit unwilling."
"Why don't you have a good family background? If you had a good family background, maybe you would be the one getting engaged to me tonight." The man grabbed her disturbing fingers.
Rong Yuan glared at him, "What you said is really direct."
The man chuckled and said, "I got engaged to that woman just because my family background was suitable, not because I loved her."
"What about me? Do you have any feelings for me?" Rong Yuan looked at him.
The man rubbed her lips with his thumb, "It would be a lie to say that I have no feelings for you, otherwise I wouldn't spend a lot of money on you and even help you get people. You know, once what I did is discovered,
I can't afford to take it for granted, after all, I am no match for him, no matter in terms of family background or personal ability, I can't compare to him."
