After a while, Fu Yingcheng raised his glass and stood up, followed by others.
"I have some personal matters to deal with at the moment, so I'm sorry to go ahead."
Fu Yingcheng said softly, "Although it is the Bureau of Su Lingqing's group, I will treat you all privately tonight. I was in Dusseldorf a while ago. " Thank you, Mr. Fu. " "That's right," Fu Yingcheng
said after he left. Han Wentao couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Fu, aren't you unhappy?" Liu Chengming said angrily, "It's not because you keep bragging." Zhang Jian: "I see . You two are in trouble." "Okay, stop guessing." Su Lingqing held her chin and laughed, "It has nothing to do with you." Others were puzzled, and Su Lingqing looked incomprehensible. Laugh. Isn't this obvious? ...Some people are so sour that they are almost jealous of the Sichuan Teng Mansion. * Other side. Ji Fanling finished eating quickly, wiped his mouth, stood up and left. Cheng Jiali was halfway through his words when he saw her about to leave. He couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you have ten minutes to come and go? At least wait for me to finish." "Still waiting for you to finish? That's extra " What's the price ? I'll forward it to you." Cheng Jiali said seriously, "Add me as a friend." "Forget it, I'm so rich these days." Ji Fanling said slowly. She said, raising her hand and waving perfunctorily, "Let's go." She quickly went downstairs, walked into the cold night breeze outdoors, pulled the zipper up to the top, and breathed a sigh of relief. Cheng Jiali was still very nice to her... so nice that it was even a little strange. Ji Fanling didn't think much about it, she simply felt that today was different from the past, and being with Cheng Jiali made her feel uncomfortable... maybe because he was married. For Cheng Jiali, it would be best for her to be dead. Ji Fanling put her pocket in her pocket and walked slowly out. When passing by the parking lot, a black car swerved out of the parking space and caught up with her from behind, driving side by side with her. The headlights flashed quickly. It flashed again. Then blow the whistle. Ji Fanling frowned, turned to look, and was stunned: "Fu Yingcheng?" The man in the driver's seat was wearing a black coat, his black eyes were looking straight ahead, not looking at her, and his voice was carefree. Chill: "Get in the car." Ji Fanling got into the passenger seat and paused, inexplicably feeling that Fu Yingcheng was in a bad mood: "Are you also having dinner at Chuanteng Mansion?" "Company dinner." Not in any mood. Answer. "That's quite a coincidence." Ji Fanling said, uncomfortably tugging at the seat belt. Maybe it was because I had eaten so much that my stomach ached from being strangled. Fu Yingcheng glanced at her coldly, as if to say, are you still waiting for me to ask? "I'm with Cheng Jiali..." A sudden pinching pain came from his stomach. Ji Fanling frowned and paused, "Have had a meal." The car became quieter, with only the monotonous sound of the air-conditioning heating blowing. The peace charm hanging under the rearview mirror swayed slowly in the wind. After a while, the man said, seemingly unintentionally: "How was it?" What was it like? How was your meal? Delicious is delicious. But she regretted that she shouldn't have been able to eat spicy food because of her quick mouth. At this moment, my stomach really started to hurt, and the radioactive colic was pulling at my abdominal cavity, churning it like a knife. She wanted to say that Cheng Jiali invited her to dinner on the spur of the moment in order to return her bracelet. The reason why he picked up the bracelet was because she went to Cheng Jiali's wedding and knew he was getting married. It's because the students from the Zhou Sui University Student Union... pulled out a long list at once, which makes people too lazy to explain. Taking advantage of the moment when the pain subsided, she hastily replied: "It's okay." Her voice was a little weak and hoarse. Fu Yingcheng glanced at her. The girl's face was pale and her eyelashes were drooped and trembling. The fingers holding the clothes were curled up as if in pain, and the fingertips turned white from the pressure. She cared about him so much. Crying is not enough, we still have to meet, eat, reminisce about old friendships, and still be haunted. Not even willing to say anything. The golden light of the streetlight outside the car window alternated rapidly with the image of the fence, swaying and illuminating half of the man's stern profile. Only those eyes were always in the darkness, bottomless black. After a long while, Fu Ying put his fingertips on the steering wheel and said, suppressing his emotions: "Do you know that he is married?" "Yes." Ji Fanling looked out the window and endured it for a while, struggling . He said: "But, I'm not angry with him." Unable to restrain himself, a sneer escaped from the man's throat: "I'm not angry." Okay. Ji Fanling looked at him strangely, thinking that he didn't believe it: "Do I look like such an unreasonable person?" This is how the world works. Either leave her like her mother, abandon her like Ji Guoliang, or let her go like Cheng Jiali. After all, she will become a human being. It's just a matter of time. "He didn't do anything wrong by falling in love and getting married, right?" She twitched the corner of her mouth as if mocking herself and looked out the window. "——After all, who would wait for a dead person for ten years." Dim light and shadow alternated. There was an eerie silence in the carriage. Ji Fanling didn't wait for Fu Yingcheng to speak for a long time. After thinking about it, she had a stomachache and was not in the mood to talk today. It was probably because he felt that he was being perfunctory, so he was too lazy to pick up on her.