Chapter 233 I accidentally fell in love with a hater online (46)
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As Shen Yang said, the house had not changed much from three years ago. The aunt cleaned it very well, and Jiang Mofan's figurines and autographed photos were all cleared away.
The sheets and quilt covers in the bedroom are also Chen Yuan's favorite colors, which looks very warm.
Chen Yuan went to the bathroom to take a shower first, changed into pajamas, and then curled up on the sofa in the living room to relax.
Weibo was still a bloody storm, with abusive comments only increasing. Even through the screen, Chen Yuan could imagine the brutal expressions of those fans who wished they could dig out her entire ancestry.
What about Fu Yi? Does he know that I am back?
Shen Yuan shook his head, discarded his messy thoughts, registered a new account, and sneaked into Fu Yi's Weibo.
His Weibo name has been changed from the original HE Fu Yi to Fu Yi, but the top post on Weibo is still the one protecting Chen Yuan.
Fu Yi—I don’t believe rumors, I only believe her.
This post caused so many girls to scream at that time, and it is so ridiculous now.
Licking dog, cuckold, boiling sheep, all kinds of dirty terms were put on Fu Yi's head. The pride of the e-sports circle finally disappeared without a trace and became one of the millions of ordinary people.
Shen Yuan didn't know how to find him, but he could get information about Fu Yi through his friends.
I don’t know if he is still in contact with Jin Wanyang and the others.
Thinking this, Chen Yuan clicked on Jin Wanyang's Weibo.
There was a row of small words displayed on the official certification page - the current captain of the HE team.
Chen Yuan's hand paused, and a look of understanding flashed across his eyes.
It seems that after Fu Yi retired from the entertainment industry, he left the happy ending to Jin Wanyang.
In that case, he must be connected with Jin Wanyang now.
Shen Yuan understands Fu Yi.
HE was his painstaking effort, and he would never give up on him so easily.
He will protect HE with a new identity.
It’s a pity that Chen Yuan went through all of Jin Wanyang’s Weibo posts over the past three years but couldn’t find any clues about Fu Yi.
She pursed her lips, a little disappointed, staring at the two words "Fu Yi" displayed on the screen, and fell into deep thought.
Fu Yi, Fu Yi, would you be happy if you knew I was back?
After looking at Fu Yi's previous posts for a while, Shen Yuan decided to go to sleep.
She took out two dolls from her bag and placed them on the bedside table. She tapped one of the dolls' heads with her fingertips, and a smile slowly appeared at the corners of her lips.
That day, Fu Yi broke the doll's arm, and Wangzai set out to help her fix it, but he could only connect the arm to the body and wrap a flower around the broken part as decoration.
A broken mirror cannot be mended; a broken thing can never be made the same again.
But she can work hard and plant beautiful roses one after another in the wounds.
At the same time, in a detached villa in the suburbs of City A, the lights were brightly on.
The moonlight filtered through the thin curtains and shone onto the warm bed in the master bedroom.
From time to time, the sound of dripping water could be heard in the bathroom, and a flesh-colored body was looming.
Ten minutes later, the bedroom door opened and a man walked out.
He was wearing nothing on his upper body, and his distinct abdominal muscles were particularly eye-catching. The layers of muscle made him look very powerful, but not rough or vulgar. It was the ultimate combination of strength and beauty.
Unfortunately, the man's lower body was wrapped in a white bath towel, which completely covered the more exciting scene.
Fu Yi wiped his wet hair with a towel and walked towards the bed.
My mind keeps uncontrollably thinking of the scene from a few hours ago.
At the airport, he heard Shen Yuan's voice, but he denied this guess the next second.
After all, that heartless bad woman has been gone for three years.
Even though he was not sure, Fu Yi still chose to cancel the flight and meeting and return the same way.
Three years have passed, and no matter how ruthless he appears, he has to admit that he still can't forget Chen Yuan.
He remembered her every smile, every word she said, and her determination when they broke up.
Fu Yi closed his eyes and felt the pain in his temples again.
He leaned tiredly on the bed, his eyes empty, as if in a daze.
It wasn't until the water drops from the tips of his hair fell onto his arms that Fu Yi suddenly came back to his senses.
When he realized what he had just been thinking, Fu Yi curled the corners of his lips sarcastically and sneered.
The smile was cold, full of mockery and unbearableness. It was unclear whether he was mocking Chen Yuan or himself.
Even now, you still can't forget her?
Fu Yi, you are so ridiculous. Wasn’t the hurt you suffered three years ago enough?
She is much more heartless than you.
Fu Yi opened his eyes again, and the red in his eyes became more obvious.
He logged into Weibo, which he hadn't logged into for a long time, found the pinned post, and planned to delete it out of spite.
The slender white knuckles froze in mid-air before they even touched the screen, unable to find a landing point.
Fu Yi pursed his lips and stared at the eight words on the top of the Weibo post, his face so gloomy that ink could drip out.
He curled his knuckles, digging his fingertips into his palms and feeling a stinging sensation.
Fu Yi frowned, hesitated for several seconds, and finally exhaled a stream of warm air from between his lips and teeth as if resigned to his fate.
Fu Yi felt sad and bitter, so much so that his eyes became hot uncontrollably. He could only secrete as much fluid as possible to alleviate the discomfort.
Fu Yi clicked on the pinned Weibo and chose to hide it.
Fu Yi wanted to quit Weibo, but for some unknown reason, he clicked on the comment section.
The first few comments were from three years ago. Fu Yi kept scrolling down until comments from the past few days appeared on the screen.
[Master Fu, are you okay now? Be sure to be happy every day!]
"Fu Shen, you're my favorite esports player. Do you remember what I told you? Three years ago, during the finals, my husband proposed to me on the field. Now, our baby is four months old!"
Although I don't know whether your life is good or bad now, I still hope you are happy every day. People who do bad things will one day receive the punishment they deserve.
[Yes! Those who betray your sincerity must swallow ten thousand needles!]
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