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Lin Yiran held a birthday party on her birthday.

It's not very grand, and there are not many people, but they are the most important people in her life.

Fu Ji came early with a gift. Lin Yiran was very happy to receive the gift. She received many sincere blessings today.

She is young and has not yet experienced social experience, her eyebrows and eyes always reveal innocence, and the bright candlelight dances in the dark box.

Sitting in the middle, Lin Yiran was as pretty as a little princess, making a wish with her eyes closed.

A faint smile appeared on Fu Jiping's indifferent and indifferent face. He was so handsome that no one dared to look directly at him. He delivered the gift he had prepared long ago to Lin Yiran's hand.

Lin Yiran looked very happy, her eyes were bright, the smile on her face was sweet and shy, and she received the gift with that expression, anyone with a discerning eye could see the meaning in it.

"Thank you, I'm very happy today." Lin Yiran was shy and blushed just after saying this, but the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

The people around all knew "Oh—" booing.

The best friend joked: "Is it because of today's birthday or because of someone today?"

Lin Yiran's skin was very thin, and the blush had already reached her neck. She gave her best friend a rather naive look, which was soft and without any deterrent force.

The best friend blinked innocently, covered her mouth and snickered.

Lin Yiran had no choice but to explain in a low voice to Fu Ji: "Don't listen to her nonsense, her temperament is like this, she is not a bad person."

The smile on Fu Ji's face has been restrained, showing no expression, but that perfect face is still pleasing to the eye, and his tone is involuntarily cold, "I know, happy birthday."

Speaking of birthday, Fu Ji stayed by Yan Ran's side for so long, and he never cared what month and date her birthday was, and Yan Ran never mentioned it in front of him.

Maybe it's too lazy to mention it, there are so many people around her, and she will receive so many gifts, and there is no shortage of him.

Fu Ji picked up the phone and glanced at it, then turned off the screen again.

Yan Ran has been released for three days and has not returned home.

Lin Yiran, who was sitting next to him, had seen Fu Ji fiddle with his phone back and forth for a long time, so he couldn't help asking: "Are you in a hurry?"

Fu Ji casually lit a cigarette, and the slight smoke that rose covered his dim eyes, and he said, "It's all right."

Lin Yiran was about to say something when the phone rang suddenly.

At that moment, Fu Ji answered the phone in less than a second.

What was completely inconsistent with his eager movements was that his voice was indifferent, without any panic at all, and his calmness was unbelievable.

He didn't make a sound, his face was normal, and he held the cigarette in his hand.

As if in a silent struggle, Fu Ji's eyelids drooped slightly, and he leaned on the sofa and smoked slowly.

The people over there paused.

"Have you had dinner?"

Lin Yiran was keenly aware of a slight difference, and looked at Fu Ji calmly.

At this moment, Fu Ji's face was a little timid, obviously there was no expression on his face, very plain, but it made people dare not look directly, as if there was a biting sharpness hidden in those calm eyes.

He didn't speak, let alone answer.

If it wasn't for the slight breathing sound, the people on the opposite side would have thought there was something wrong with the phone.

"Xiao Ji, I was asking you something, why didn't you answer?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was nice, hoarse, and inexplicably sexy, and it was deliberately soft at the moment, which aroused a burst of numbness.

Fu Ji's eyelashes drooped, and the cigarette in his hand had already burned to the pulp of his fingers, but he didn't throw it away for a long time, as if he didn't feel it was burned by the cigarette butt.

Lin Yiran couldn't hold back, and asked him softly what's the matter, at this time Fu Ji seemed to have recovered.

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent, perhaps because he heard Lin Yiran's voice, Fu Ji seemed to sense Yan Ran's emotions from this silence, and a little bit of pleasure rose inexplicably in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice of the person on the phone asked him as usual.

"Is there anyone else around you?"

He lowered his head and his face was gloomy, but he said in a soft voice: "What's the matter with you?"

After speaking, without waiting for the other party's reaction, he directly hung up the phone with his backhand.

"Who is it?" Lin Yiran asked tentatively.

Fu Ji shook his head, threw away the cigarette butt and lit another one. He raised his head and looked normal, with a smile on his lips: "It's nothing, it's not important."

Want to take care of him now?

Where did he die before?
Yan Ran has already lost his qualifications, and he is also the least qualified to control him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lin Yiran could clearly feel that he was in a much better mood, even though he didn't want to admit it, the corners of his mouth actually curled up.

It was a smile that was not fake at all, a sincere smile.

Lin Yiran thought, who is it?Who could make him show such an expression?
Got the answer again soon.

Who else but her?

The smoke was lingering, Fu Ji squinted his eyes, obviously he didn't drink, but he seemed to hear someone talking to him in a trance, his voice was hoarse, his tone was loose, and he was unconsciously doting.

"Why aren't you home so late?"

Don't go home by yourself?

Why do you care about him? .
Fu Ji deliberately went home very late. In fact, he didn't really want to come back, but he didn't know what was wrong with him. He came back just like a brain twitch.

Fu Ji turned on the light, and the room was as clean and tidy as ever, but there was always something missing, Fu Ji didn't care, and walked straight to the room.

The lights in the room were also off, and there was no one lying on the bed. The bed was neatly made, as if someone had been lying on it.

He had to admit that Yan Ran did not come back.

What's the point of calling if you didn't go home at all?
It's not to urge him to go home, but to express condolences to see if he is still alive?

Fu Ji followed the bed without any wrinkles, his face looked a little scary, and there was a flash of violence under the calm appearance.

But the shadow quickly disappeared from his face.

His life, or two.

Never been so angry.

Being teased, being teased, everything and everything, like a corrosive liquid spreading in Fu Ji's chest.

His throat was as dry as a needle prick, he couldn't even utter a word, he could only throw the pillow on the ground trembling with anger, and patched his feet.

The snow-white and soft pillow was ravaged miserably, lying dusty on the ground, abandoned in the corner.

This time, no one would pick it up again, no one would pat the ashes on it, it was pitifully and indifferently thrown in the corner, just like its owner was thrown out of the heart by a man.
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The rain in spring is continuous and gentle. After the rain, there is a fresh scent of grass and trees, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

There's another chapter coming later