Chapter 22 22 Hug.
Fu Yu stared at her for a moment, then resigned himself to his fate by picking up the snacks. He raised his glasses and said, "You have a terminal illness. You must be treated. If you can't, you'll die."
Tang Ke covered his mouth, shook his head and said, "My Lord, spare my life!" He muttered, "Shut up, Lei Jiang."
Her poor Cantonese wasn't enough to cover her up; if you listened carefully, you could hear her heartbeat was deafening.
The atmosphere was so good it was unbreakable, and no matter how it was disrupted, it still made her feel uneasy. She was a little afraid to face what was about to happen. After all, the classic line "After all, I am a man too" might come out of Fu Yu's mouth.
He is often misunderstood as an iceberg man because of his cool appearance. Once you communicate with him once, you will know that this is not true. But then again, when he doesn't speak, he looks too much like the avatar used by online dating scammers!
That vague, mysterious, hazy, and itchy feeling of online love.
Tang Ke is no longer a child, but he is still moved by his youthful fantasies.
The man in front of him looked so frightened, like a chicken encountering a weasel, that Fu Yu felt helpless.
Her avoidance was too obvious, leaving him no chance to think. She either blocked the exit completely or went off track and acted dumb.
For adults, avoidance is also an answer.
Fu Yu leaned calmly on the headrest, a few blue veins showing on his neck, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down in frustration.
Let's take a step back. She is already in such a difficult situation, what else is there to say?
He tilted his head slightly and said nonchalantly, "You don't think I'm going to confess, do you?"
Tang Ke blinked and remained silent.
Eh? You're kidding, right? Isn't that right? It's a dark, windy night, a lonely man and a lonely woman. Keep your composure, big brother.
"Even if I were to confess my feelings, your reaction would be too hurtful."
Tang Ke released his hand from covering his mouth and tucked his hair behind his ear.
Is she shy? She is a little shy too.
"Don't pretend, it's not."
Tang Ke's lips drooped: "Oh, if it's not, then it's not."
"Logically, we are husband and wife, right?" Fu Yu asked.
Tang Ke offered a more rigorous version: "According to the law, we are husband and wife."
"Well, very good." Fu Yu kept repeating the same thing over and over again, just for the next sentence: "I think you are not good to your husband at all."
"?" This sounded like a complaint, and also a bit like a spoiled child. Tang Ke was confused. "To whom? To you?"
"Yeah, for me."
"Am I not good to you? What's wrong with me?"
This was beyond Tang Ke's expectations. She thought that the way they got along would bring a win-win result. They had a tacit understanding and were well-mannered. Except for the unsatisfactory part about the relationship between men and women, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were the best harmonious partners of the 21st century.
Is this just her one-sided idea, and he is actually not satisfied with this relationship?
Fu Yu rolled down the car window, letting in a gust of warm air. Despite the scorching summer heat, it didn't feel sticky or hot. His expression was normal, without the accusatory anger or the victim's sadness. He seemed to be talking about something as trivial as the food being too salty or bland.
"Our marriage is different from the conventional marriages of the past. Although we met through a blind date, we are also just casual friends. Since our marriage is based on friendship, I have always handled the identity of 'husband' in the same way."
Fu Yu didn't look at her, but his peripheral vision was always paying attention to her every move. He continued:
"Today, when your friend was here, you were very relaxed and seemed very free. But after she left and it was just the two of us, your first reaction was to go home as soon as possible."
He clasped his hands between his legs, his fingers rubbing gently against his metacarpal bones. When people are completely defeated, they tend to unleash their instincts without restraint, a tendency often described as "a broken jar, a broken pot."
"There's jealousy in friendship, right?" he said.
The words he used were very sexy, no, explicit? No, anyway, they sounded a bit restricted.
"Hmm..." Tang Ke failed to use his eloquence and had no other words to say except to respond.
Fu Yu opened his hands, then closed them again, showing his understanding while also adding a hint of complaint. "Of course, I know I'm not as good as your old friend, so it's normal that you're not interested in me. But I thought you'd at least consider me more because I'm your husband. Catching dolls, shopping, eating, watching movies, singing, all the things you like to do. When you're looking for a companion, at least I'm one of your options."
He looked at her, "Actually, I wasn't here, was I?"
Perhaps it was the time of day when one should empty his mind, or perhaps it was because his brain was having trouble digesting too much information at once, or perhaps it was because his tone was so miserable and his expression so stubborn and moving, Tang Ke panicked without realizing it.
She denied it without a second thought: "No, you are..."
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. I'm a failure as a husband, and I'm also a failure as a friend."
"Bu'er..." Tang Ke was heartbroken. In a hurry, he grabbed his arm and said anxiously, "You are really here! Look, you are the first person I think of when I play games! If there is anything delicious, you are the first person I ask to go with me! Have you forgotten?!"
Fu Yu was much more relaxed as she swayed him, but he still kept a stern face and said, "This is my highest record with you."
"How could this be..." Tang Ke kept complaining in her heart. She never did anything to exclude others. After he said that, it seemed as if she was particularly biased and all the good things she said were lies.
"I have to respect your wishes too. You may not like what I like to do."
"How do you know if I like it if you haven't asked?"
"So you have to get to know it in depth before you can know. Look, we talked a lot today, didn't we? We can watch anime together and visit exhibitions together in the future, right? Isn't that right? I'm not not considering you."
Fu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and repeated her words: "In-depth understanding... In my opinion, just chatting and eating does not count as in-depth understanding."
"Yes, yes."
"Forget it, you only have work, eating and playing games..."
He started chanting the spell again.
"I'll find you to go shopping with on weekends, to check in at stores, and to watch movies with you. I'll come to harass you and abuse you whenever I want." Tang Ke made promises in rapid succession, blocking all possibilities of him finding fault.
"Oh, that's better." Fu Yu unlocked the car door and raised his chin. "Go ahead. Good night."
Fortunately, fortunately, if he doesn't let go, she really won't be able to do anything to him.
Tang Keti's fear turned into a disdainful tone: "What a big deal! You are so grown up, and you are still making trouble."
She opened the door and got out of the car. Fu Yu also got out and walked her across the street. After sorting out the cause and effect, Tang Ke thought about his strange behavior today and felt only amusement. So he deliberately called back, extended his hand, looked at him with sparkling eyes, and asked in a teasing tone, "Do you still want to hold hands, Fu Yu?"
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Haha, he knows what he looks like now, right? Like a kindergarten kid who diligently finishes his duty, then angrily runs into the teacher's office to ask why he doesn't have a red flower.
He actually got upset because she didn't play with him. It's so cute.
Fu Yu lowered his eyes to look at her hand, then looked at her playful smile that showed she didn't take him seriously.
Just when Tang Ke had satisfied her desire and was about to withdraw her hand and say goodbye to him, an unexpected force pulled her forward without any explanation. Before her soul could catch up, she fell into a hot chest on the bed.
Fu Yu hugged her, one hand on the back of her head and the other hand around her shoulders.
Why?
Tang Ke was dumbfounded. Kid, this is not right, right?
"It's already embarrassing, and you keep saying that." Fu Yu complained solemnly.
What does it feel like to be held in someone's arms and listen to someone talking? Probably like this: the sound doesn't come from above her head, but because it travels faster in solid matter, it reaches her eardrum from his left chest ribs first.
Oh my god... that's a thumping sound. Is it his heartbeat?
Buddy, you have sinus arrhythmia.
"Will you hug someone when you're shy?" Tang Ke asked sincerely, but he didn't dare to push him away rashly. What if he offended him? After all, he had been so domineering just now.
Fu Yu breathed softly, but he couldn't control the beating of his heart. When he lowered his head, his chin just touched the top of her head.
"Say it again." He hugged me tighter.
"Ooooh, it's strangulation."
"Yeah." Fu Yu's ears were red, a different kind of red under the warm light.
"I won't laugh at you anymore. Can you let go?" Tang Ke negotiated in a gentle voice. It was not for any other reason, but because sinus arrhythmia seemed to be contagious, and she gradually had difficulty breathing.
If Fu Yu let her go at this moment, the redness on her ears and neck would surely show through.
If he didn't let go, it would be pure wishful thinking. He couldn't keep holding her like this.
So the moment he let go, he quickly turned her over, pushed her back, and said, "Go forward, don't look back."
This is a line from the movie they just watched. The person who said this is a character who provides growth experience for the protagonist but disappears in the next scene. It is old-fashioned but classic, vulgar but useful.
So Fu Yu shot the entire scene in one take, backing away while reciting his lines to Tang Ke's back word for word: "Come on, do what you think is right, I'll always be behind you."
Tang Ke quickly understood his improvisation and took a few steps in cooperation. Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong. He had changed the subject too poorly and recited the lines without emotion. Fan creation without any seasoning was not a good product.
However, when I turned around again, only the rear end of the black Audi A5 was left, turning around smoothly and leaving silently.
Okay, okay, buddy, if I feel embarrassed, I will really embarrass myself.
Tang Ke went upstairs cursing, and when he got home, he opened the door to find Xue Jiayin holding half a watermelon, sitting awkwardly in front of a laptop computer watching a comedy variety show. She didn't show any sign of annoyance or urgency at being chased by her tutor and forced to do work.
"Hey, you're back?" Xue Jiayin casually raised her head, but her gaze was drawn to Tang Ke's mysteriously red cheeks. "What's wrong? Your face is so red? Did he confess?"
Tang Ke touched his face and it seemed a little hot.
"How is that possible?" she said, changed into slippers, and went to the bathroom to remove her makeup without delay.
How is it possible? But she did think about this possibility today.
The reason she subconsciously skipped this possibility was because in her eyes, Fu Yu, who had never been in a relationship, would not have thought about the consequences when doing these things. So, as an experienced person, she should take on the responsibility of considering the overall situation.
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The author has something to say: Abstraction is just the protective color of the tank [lop-eared rabbit head]
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