Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 373 Their love is as romantic as sparks across the shore
If Fu Jingxing was such a fickle person, if his feelings for her were just love, she would not love him so deeply.

He gave up his self-esteem, gave up everything that he couldn't let go of, and tried hard to win, to win the approval of his family, lowered his head time and time again, and swallowed those hurtful words with tears in his eyes.

Until I was exhausted and could no longer hold on.

Jiang Luyun watched her car leave, and for a moment, she was extremely disheartened.

She seemed to understand why Nie Zhangzhu could win his heart, and why he had always been the same to her for so many years.

Jiang Luyun got into the car in a daze, and went to her favorite bar.

Three months ago, she went there by chance with her friends, and the female boss there hit her off very well, especially a kind of wine she made by herself.

"Is it still 'wrong way'?" The female boss smiled at her, and began to mix drinks skillfully. Jiang Luyun finally got drunk, squinting at the young woman with bright red lips: "Why do I always feel like I'm Where have I seen you? What's your name..."

The female boss smiled charmingly: "I used to be your fan, Ms. Jiang, probably you met me at the fan meeting, so you feel familiar..."

Jiang Luyun nodded: "Maybe, give me another cup..."

"alright, please wait."

Every time she can only get herself drunk, she is willing to go back to Lin's house. If she is not drunk, she doesn't know how to hide the disgust on her face and eyes.

I hate that old man, I hate that loose skin, I hate the old and decayed breath on his body that is dying, I hate everything about him...

But she still wants to have fun under him, please him, and try her best to win his heart.

How sad, she never knew where the joy of sex in bed was, and she was so tired of pretending, she was really afraid that one day she would vent it uncontrollably and vomit hard on that old man. man's face.

Then he told him regardless that he was dying long ago, he couldn't make her happy at all, he should die quickly, die soon...

When Jiang Luyun left the bar, the female boss looked at her back, and gradually, a thick haze overflowed from those charming eyes, as if covering the sky and covering the sun, and it has not faded for a long time.

Star Jiang, that little assistant Dong Xue who was by your side four years ago was cautious and conscientious, do you still remember her?

A proud and indifferent woman like you, I'm afraid she has already forgotten the poor man you trampled on like an ant.

It doesn't matter, you forgot, I will remind you, well, little by little of that poor and helpless girl who was by your side like a dog and was called around by you.

She will let you know that there is always a word of justice in this world.

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Fu Jingxing set off to return to Wancheng on the second day after paying homage to Yiran, but what he didn't expect was that Zhangzhu left.

She didn't take Jiashu away, she just bought a high-speed rail ticket and left alone. She only said that she wanted to go out to relax, but she refused to tell her family where she went.

Nie Mingrong looked at Fu Jingxing's haggard look, and couldn't help feeling soft in her heart, so she gently persuaded her: "I just looked at her a little depressed, and I probably want to go out to relax by myself. After all, Jiashu is still here. She is afraid I will be reluctant to come back in a few days.”

"I know that I'm sorry for her. I failed to protect her, and I failed to solve a bunch of messy things in the Fu family, which made her feel wronged..."

"Don't talk about these things anymore, and you can't blame uncle entirely. After all, so many things happened in our family. If I were uncle, I would feel uncomfortable."

"I went to find her, but she was outside alone, and I was still worried about her."

"But we don't know where she went..."

"I'll find a way."

The high-speed rail ticket can be easily found, but if she gets off at any small place along the way, and then leaves in a small bus that does not require an ID card to buy a ticket, it may be difficult to find her whereabouts.

Fu Jingxing also knew that she was thinking about Jiashu and would definitely be back in a few days, but he still couldn't let it go, so Gu Heng had to find out where she was no matter what.

Xu Jinran felt very guilty after learning about this: "...It's all because of me, Brother Jingxing, let me go with you to find Sister Zhu'er, and when I find her, I'll tell her that you and I are just brother and sister. After explaining everything clearly, Sister Zhu'er will not be angry with you."

Seeing Fu Jingxing's unmoved look, Xu Jinran said again: "Brother Jingxing, think about it, if you find Sister Zhu'er and explain to her, she might not believe it completely, but if I say it myself Say it, say that I have no intention of intervening between the two of you, that I have already recognized you as my elder brother, and that you are already the godson of the Xu family. Naturally, Sister Zhuer will no longer doubt her, and she will be happy when she untangles her heart Glad to be back with you..."

Fu Jingxing's eyes were slightly red and bloodshot, and his collar was disheveled, revealing a bit of unruliness, Xu Jinran looked very distressed, he missed Nie Zhangzhu so much, but she was so heartless.

If it was her, she would be with him no matter what, no matter what the family objected to, as long as he had her in his heart, she would not be afraid of anything.

After all, he still didn't make it in time to ask her to celebrate her birthday together. The engagement wedding, which had been well-planned for a long time, had to be shelved because of her departure.

Fu Jingxing set off for Hangzhou in the middle of the night on the fourth day after returning to Wancheng.

After the clues that Gu Heng found were broken several times, he suddenly thought of Hangzhou.

The car was speeding forward in the dark night, Xu Jinran nestled in the blanket and listened to his deep voice talking about the past with her.

The roses he bought all over the city of Hangzhou, the couple's watch that he was about to give away that was exactly the same as the watch on his wrist, the orange tree they planted by themselves, and the small wooden plaques with each other's names engraved on the branches.

That kind of romance, like sparks from across the shore, has nothing to do with her at all, not even the slightest bit.

　The finishing touches are beginning. . .

　　Monthly tickets are getting less and less, less and less, and the desire to give benefits has faded (┬_┬)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)