Fu Yiming suddenly smiled, "Really?" He looked at Xia Linan with clear eyes and an obvious smile.

Xia Linan felt inexplicably guilty, and she looked away, "Of course."

"call out"--

Fu Yiming unbuckled his seat belt and suddenly leaned towards the passenger seat, trapping Xia Linan between his arms.

Xia Linan felt a whiff of tobacco coming towards her, and instinctively stepped back, close to the car door, and then looked at the handsome face magnified in front of her with horror, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yiming came too close to her, and his masculine aura embraced her tightly inside and out. She turned her face away and didn't look at him.

Xia Lin'an turned her face to the side, revealing a large area of ​​fair and tender skin on her neck to Fu Yiming's gaze. The warm yellow light from the roof of the car sprinkled on that skin, and the little woman's red lips were slightly open. His gaze deepened, and he really wanted to take a bite to taste it.

Then, he turned his gaze back to Xia Linan's profile. His nose was slightly raised and his eyes were closed nervously. He couldn't help but smile silently, and then said, "Why do I feel like you are feeling guilty?"

Xia Linan, whose heart was touched, turned her head and met his teasing eyes. The faint smell of tobacco and mint sprayed on her face, making her feel itchy. She pushed Fu Yiming away with all her strength, "Get out of the way, you bastard!"

Fu Yiming followed her force and sat back in the driver's seat. When he looked up, he saw Xia Lin'an saying angrily, "Just because you have a few bucks, you can do whatever you want to tease a woman? Fu Yiming, don't show up in front of me again!"

Then she quickly opened the car door and walked back to the apartment in her high heels. As she walked, she angrily cursed: "This man is so annoying!" She still thought he was good in her heart, spoke well of him, and worried about him, but he took the fun of flirting! Where is the quality life of the rich? Have they all been fed to the dogs?

Fu Yiming was stunned for a moment, and then he reflected on what he had just done when he saw the woman turning away angrily. He looked at the woman's back with complicated eyes. After meeting her, it seemed that he began to lose control. All his actions were subconscious, but he could not find the reason.

It seemed that he needed to figure out his own heart. Fu Yiming turned the steering wheel and drove away.

Since it was mentioned that Fu Yijian and Ye Ruohuan broke up because of a misunderstanding with him, he felt that it was his responsibility to step forward and explain. So, Fu Yiming suddenly turned on the right turn signal and drove towards the villa area in the city center.

At this time, the huge villa was in darkness.

The sycamore trees outside were swaying in the wind, and the leaves colliding with each other made a rustling sound, making this place look so gloomy and scary.

Fu Yiming looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated look. It was so desolate and horrible that he wondered if he had come to the wrong place.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialed a number, waited for a long time, but no one answered, and was finally transferred to the voicemail service.

Fu Yiming put away his phone, walked into the house, and rang the doorbell many times, but no one answered. Finally, he frowned, feeling that things seemed to be getting more and more serious.

Because he was really worried about his brother's safety, Fu Yiming finally couldn't help but call Fu Yijian's assistant.

When the assistant saw the incoming call, his hands trembled. Oh my god, is the young master telepathic? How did he know that Mr. Fu was in trouble?

He cleared his throat and answered the phone pretending to be calm: "Young Master?"

"Where is Fu Yijian?" Fu Yiming didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

Well, what was supposed to come finally came. The assistant stammered, "Mr. Fu...here, here..."

Suddenly, a sharp gaze shot through his body, and he immediately understood, and he immediately replied: "Mr. Fu is working overtime in the company."

Fu Yiming obviously didn't believe him. He raised his hand and pinched his brows feebly, "You are next to him now?"

The assistant nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, are you looking for Mr. Fu?"

"No, you just take good care of him, I'll go find him another day." Fu Yiming advised.

"Okay, I will. Don't worry, young master." The assistant hung up the phone safely, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the man who drank a lot of alcohol and should have been drunk, but whose eyes were clear.

He sat quietly on the sofa, his tall body taking up most of it, his eyes hidden in the shadow of the light. One couldn't tell what he was thinking, but one could feel the fierce aura emanating from him, with a hint of sadness.

Fu Yijian didn't want to go back and see the empty villa without a trace of fireworks. It had only been less than a day, and he began to miss a certain woman. He was shouting in his heart, "Let's go find her and get back together." Then what? Did they quarrel and break up again?

Fu Yijian laughed at himself. He despised himself in his heart. He couldn't let go and couldn't pick up. He couldn't forget this woman, but he couldn't accept the past between her and his eldest brother. His heart was pulled back and forth, tangled and struggling, and he hated himself for being so cowardly.

The assistant had never seen such a Fu Yijian since he took office. In the past, Mr. Fu always looked very self-disciplined. The assistant had figured out his habits very well. Fu Yijian would not drink alcohol at social events if possible, and he didn't like any woman to get close to him. He lived like a Buddha, detached from the world.

However, even though he did not love the world, in the end, he still sank into it.

The assistant looked at Fu Yijian with some emotion. He finally got to see President Fu act like a normal person in his lifetime. He was happy and sad, but this sadness seemed unbearable.

Alas, what is love in this world? It makes people drink to relieve their sorrow.

The assistant couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Fu Yijian felt bad, and so did Ye Ruohuan.

Ye Ruohuan was lying on the small bed, looking at the ceiling light. She couldn't help but sigh. Life is really a circle. After going around in circles, she returned to her small apartment.

"Xiao Ye, what's wrong with you?" Ye Shuo asked her while rubbing his eyes. Ye Ruohuan sighed countless times tonight, waking him up.

Ye Ruohuan turned her head and looked at his sleepy face. She couldn't help but rub his head with her hand. "Xiao Shuo, I want to ask you, how did you run into Uncle Fu today?"

Ye Ruohuan gently stroked his back, and when he saw him yawn, he said, "Uncle went to the kindergarten to pick me up."

Going to kindergarten?

Ye Ruohuan's eyes flickered. Could it be that Fu Yiming had not given up on her? If so, things would become more complicated.

She wanted to cry but had no tears, begging God to let her go...

"Xiao Ye, I feel that Uncle Fu likes me very much." Ye Shuo murmured with his eyes closed.

Ye Ruohuan found it a little funny, he was just a brat, so he asked him, "So what do you think?"

"I like it too..." I like it very much, Ye Shuo added in his heart, and then fell asleep completely.