Dark sugar is hard to prevent

35 Meteor
On the way back, there were even fewer vehicles than when we came.

Disgusted by the smell in the car, Fu Shiyu opened the sunroof.

Tang Xien folded his arms, his whole back sank deeply into the large leather seat, looked up at the starlight that kept moving backwards due to the high speed of the car, and said with a smile, "Looking at it this way, they all look like shooting stars."

"That's not good, you can keep wishing."

Tang Xi'en laughed "chih", "I wish on the stars, I might as well set a small goal for myself."

Perhaps it was because of the late night, people's emotions were more relaxed and more emotional than during the day, Tang Xien actually chatted a few more words with Fu Shiyu for the first time.

"Our family was very poor when I was young. My stepfather decided to sell me to the village chief's son after I graduated from junior high school when I was in my first year of junior high school. I would use it in exchange for a [-]-square-meter homestead to build rooms for my younger brothers and sisters."

"..." This unexpected change in painting style stunned Fu Shiyu, who was concentrating on driving.

"All the classmates joked that I was the child bride of the village chief's family. I hid in the mountains every day after school and cried. My deskmate told me that on a clear night, shooting stars would flash across the sky. Tell the shooting star what wish you have. It will all come true.”

Fu Shiyu: "..."

"From that day on, I went to the mountains every night to wait for the shooting star. One day, I finally got it."

At this point, Tang Xi'en turned his head to look at Fu Shiyu's profile, and asked, "As a result, guess what happened?"

Fu Shiyu was concentrating on driving, but he was still distracted and looked sideways at her.

The light of the coming car flickered on her face, he couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, he only felt that a pair of wet phoenix eyes were blinking at him.

At this moment, she is very different.

Fu Shiyu withdrew his eyes and said lightly: "Making a wish must be useful, otherwise you should be lying on the bed of the village chief's son instead of sitting in my car."

Tang Xi'en chuckled, but after a while he let out a long sigh, "Maybe."

"..." Fu Shiyu didn't know what to say to comfort her.

He couldn't bear to ask more questions, even though Tang Xien had a lot of questions when he talked about his past.

Tang Xien mentioned the few years of schooling experience mentioned in a few words last night. He guessed that even if she was not from a wealthy family, she was at least a child from a well-off family.

In the past few years when the class has been solidified, elite education has long been out of the reach of children from ordinary families, but she can be so good and obtain so many resources, it is absolutely impossible for her to be a child from a poor family.

But how could it happen to her that she was forced to sell it to the village chief's son because of a little homestead?
Fu Shiyu felt that if Tang Xien was not acting to win sympathy, then something strange happened to him.

Although he was curious, he was not a gossip person after all, so he didn't ask any more questions, and Tang Xi'en didn't talk any more.

The two returned home relatively silently all the way, and went to sleep separately.

Perhaps it was because too many things happened in one night, Tang Xien tossed and turned and did not fall asleep. When it was almost dawn, he suddenly heard a crisp sound from outside, like the sound of glass being smashed.

She was about to go out to have a look, when suddenly there was another heavy crash.

The voice was very strange. Worried that Mrs. Li would bring someone in again, Tang Xi'en quickly put on his coat, set up his crutches, and secretly opened the door a crack, looking outside cautiously.

The lights at the bar were on, and the living room was empty.Tang Xien glanced at Fu Shiyu's door again, it was open.

She wondered, maybe Fu Shiyu went out to drink water in the middle of the night and broke the glass?But what happened to that muffled sound?Moreover, the lights and the door are open, but people don't know where they went...

The more Tang Xien thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he hurried out with a cane.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but if you look at it, she will be scared to death.

A huge white body fell under the bar, with a pile of glass shards beside it.

Seeing clearly that it was Fu Shiyu in a white T-shirt, Tang Xien's throat tightened, and he walked over to help him up with sprained feet.

"Director Fu? Director Fu? What's wrong with you?"

Fu Shiyu's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were pale, his thick dark brown hair was already soaked with sweat, and he kept covering his stomach with his hands.

(End of this chapter)