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In the silent and dark night, the room was filled with hot and dry air.

Yan Ran looked a little pitiful.

Her light-colored lips were red and swollen, with a watery luster, which was very attractive, and her chin was red.

It was rare for Fu Ji to take the initiative to hug her, with his head buried in her collarbone, leaving red marks one after another.

Yan Ran's breathing was unsteady, and he grabbed his hair with his fingers, without exerting any force, as if he was trying to resist, biting his lower lip, the tails of his eyes were flushed, and the sockets of his eyes were bright.

When the atmosphere became more and more confused, Yan Ran asked in an unsteady voice, "Xiao Ji, do you love me?"

Fu Ji's movements froze, his lips were still attached to that piece of skin, but the heat on his body seemed to be poured by a basin of cold water, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze.

After a long, long time, Fu Ji left her body, with an indescribably indifferent attitude, turned over and faced her with a generous back.

His body suddenly cooled down, Yan Ran's breathing gradually stabilized, and he moved his painful wrist that was clenched.

Looking at Fu Ji's back, Yan Ran's voice seemed to merge with the darkness.

she asked very puzzled.

"Is this question difficult to answer?"

Fu Ji didn't move, his back was so generous, like a hill that people couldn't climb over.

From this back view, it seems that the master's indifference and impatience can be read.

Feeling powerless, Yan Ran moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back, and finally, he reached out and hugged the man's strong waist.

face against his back.

Yan Ran said.

"I'm waiting for you."

Fu Ji, who turned his back to Yan Ran, pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were like a mirror, so calm that there was no wave.
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The person in charge of the Fu family is sick, old problem, heart, but this time it is a little serious.

Yan Ran knew about it at the dinner table. She was so busy these days that she didn't even touch the floor, so she didn't pay much attention.

Yan Ran's drinking capacity can't be said to be good, nor can she be said to be bad, but she looks good when she drinks. She sits at the head of a group of middle-aged men with beer bellies. through.

There is a lot of extravagance everywhere, which is incompatible with this place.

Yan Shi has been flourishing in the past few days, and many people are interested in flattering him. Although he is the youngest one, no one dares to underestimate him.

At the dinner table, various topics were discussed, in short, around two words, interests.

With a faint smile on the corner of Yan Ran's mouth, she listened quietly, blushing a little.

After they left, Yan Ran said goodbye to those people with a smile, and got into the car.

Yan Ran loosened his tie and buttons, revealing a small section of delicate white collarbone, his eyes and neck were red, and his expression seemed sober.

She didn't drink much, but she was so put on her face that she looked drunk.

As soon as the car window was opened and the cold wind blew, the whole person became quite awake.

She told the driver, "I'm not going back to the company, I'm going to the city hospital."

Fu Laodu has been ill for a while, and Yan Ran didn't visit for such a long time, which is somewhat rude.

When they arrived at the city hospital, Yan Ran asked the driver to buy a bouquet of lilies and a basket of fruit.

At the door of the ward, I saw Fu Yi.

Only Fu Yi was alone.

Fu Yi also saw Yan Ran and was taken aback for a moment.

Yan Ran walked over and asked, "How is Uncle Fu?"

Fu Yi couldn't hide his tiredness, "The situation is not optimistic."

Yan Ran frowned, "Okay, why is this happening?"

Fu Yi, who has always been very respectable, had a face as dark as water. He stared at Yan Ran and paused every word, "Then you're going to ask Fu Ji."

This made Yan Ran stunned, and his brows frowned even deeper, "What do you mean?"

Fu Yi took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing some emotions that were about to collapse, he rubbed the center of his brows, "Just a week ago, Fu Ji came back, they were all in the study, I don't know what they talked about, I just know After Fu Ji left, Dad had a heart attack, fell to the ground, and was discovered after a while, if it was a few minutes late, maybe my dad would have passed away."

As soon as the words were finished, Yan Ran's face changed, it seemed that she was shocked, but she just pursed her lips.

Fu Yi was irritated by Yan Ran's attitude, his chest heaved and his jaw tensed, "You don't believe me?"

"No." Yan Ran took what was in the driver's hand.

As he was about to go in, Fu Yi twitched his brows, stepped over, raised his hand to stop him, gritted his teeth, and paused every word: "Don't you have anything to say?"

Looking up, Yan Ran was very calm, and asked, "What should I say?"

Fu Yi's eyes were bloodshot, his Adam's apple rolled, he let go of his hand, and his voice was hoarse: "He is a monster, he can even be indifferent to his own father, let alone you?"

Yan Ran didn't answer him, and went into the ward without going around.

Mr. Fu was lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, and looked several years old all of a sudden.

Mother Fu stood by and took care of her, her eyes were red and swollen.

After saying hello, Mother Fu's face didn't look very good, as if she didn't want to talk to her, but after Mrs. Fu said something, she got up to catch the things in her hand and poured a cup of hot water.

Sitting on a chair closer to the hospital bed, Yan Ran was holding hot water that was scalding hot, emitting white smoke.

She asked Mr. Fu how his health was, and Mr. Fu said that he was sick and it would not be a problem, but Yan Ran could feel the heavy atmosphere, and the situation might be worse than she imagined.

Mr. Fu also chatted with her about the family affairs.

"Xiao Yi is a good boy, you have a good relationship with him, please help if something happens."

Yan Ran said, "It should."

Mother Fu snorted coldly, her voice was sharp and mean, and she meant something, "I think you are sick and confused, don't forget whose house that white-eyed wolf is living in now."

Yan Ran remained calm.

Old Fu trembled with anger, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you have any part to speak here?"

Mother Fu's eyes were red again, she wiped her eyes, got up and went out.

After quieting down, Mr. Fu said apologetically, "Don't take it to heart."

Yan Ran put the water glass aside and didn't take a sip, "It's fine."

Old Fu sighed deeply. He was over half a hundred years old, his hair was already gray, his face was blue and white, his eyes were cloudy, very vicissitudes.

He murmured, "We are the ones who are sorry for that child."

Yan Ran pursed her lips and did not speak.

"I didn't know until now that my biological child hates me so much, or it's not hate, but disgust, so disgusting that even if I die in front of him, he won't shed a tear." Fu Lao spoke very fast. Slowly, but clearly.

Yan Ran didn't know what to say, so he could only choose to remain silent.

"It's indeed my fault. The Fu family is also sorry for him. They let him be my son and wronged him."

It is already too late to say these things now, late remorse is more contemptible than grass.

Fu Ji: My revenge plan has just begun