"Fu Yijian, where are you going?" Ye Ruohuan turned around and saw Fu Yijian arrived at the door of his house but did not get out of the car, as if he was getting ready to go out.

Fu Yijian's big, bony hands gripped the steering wheel, his lips tightly pursed. Ye Ruohuan couldn't see his face under his sunglasses, but he felt that he was very tense, as if he was worried. He was silent for a while, then said, "I have a temporary cooperation to discuss. Don't wait for me tonight, go to bed early."

Then he rolled up the car window and drove away in the sports car. Ye Ruohuan looked at the fallen leaves that were blown to the ground, moved her lips, but finally said nothing and silently watched Fu Yijian leave.

A lonely figure reflected in the mirror fell into Fu Yijian's eyes. His eyes flickered slightly, and his heart was scratched by something sharp. He frowned, increased the speed of the car suddenly, and drove away in a cloud of dust, rolling up a pile of fallen leaves.

Fu Yijian knew that he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't help but hurt Ye Ruohuan's heart. He knew too many things today, and they all came to him at once. He hadn't thought about it yet, and had never thought about how to accept it.

Suspicion, jealousy, and heartache gradually filled his heart, as if there was a devil controlling him from behind, telling him to come clean and explain everything to Ye Ruohuan, so as to avoid torturing himself like this.

"Haha." Fu Yijian lowered his head and smiled bitterly, drinking one cup after another desperately.

The assistant standing nearby wanted to step forward to stop it, but didn't dare.

He had never seen Mr. Fu so out of control and drunk as he was tonight.

Fu Yijian raised the bottle in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he pointed at it, saying, "Ye Ruohuan, Ye Ruohuan, how can I love you? I love you so much, but you hurt me all over. I have never loved someone like this since I was a child, but you are good enough to be with my eldest brother. Then...what should I do?"

Fu Yijian's eyes were bloodshot as he stared blankly ahead, thinking about what happened in the kindergarten this afternoon. He had originally still had a trace of confidence in himself, but when he learned that Ye Ruohuan not only knew his eldest brother, but also participated in kindergarten activities together, would ordinary friends be like this?

The more Fu Yijian thought about it, the more jealous he became. He couldn't control the devil in his head and his hands kept shaking.

"Ah——" He stood up suddenly and threw the bottle in his hand into the corner. The glass shattered all over the floor. The red liquid slid down the wall, which was extremely dazzling and made his eyes even redder.

He clenched his hands on both sides, trying his best to suppress his anger. Who should he settle the score with? Big Brother? Or Ye Ruohuan? No matter which one, he didn't want to hurt them.

So, was it destined by God that he would be the one to get hurt?

The noise scared the assistant next to him. He patted his chest, feeling lucky that the bottle was not pointed at his face.

The killing power of Mr. Fu is even more terrifying than that of the King of Hell during the day. He is just like a Shura walking out of hell, cruel and cold-blooded, with murderous aura all over his body.

He was puzzled. What happened to President Fu tonight that made him so angry and out of control?

It was late at night and Fu Yijian had not returned yet. Ye Ruohuan walked out to the balcony. The cool breeze was blowing and she couldn't help but stroke her arms. Autumn was coming, but she felt that the wind was chilling her heart.

No matter how careless or attentive she was, she could tell that something must have happened to Fu Yijian. Her eyelids were twitching violently, and her intuition told her that it was related to her.

What happened to make Fu Yijian behave so differently? She felt more and more uneasy, and she felt that something was about to happen.

The assistant helped the drunk Fu Yijian out of the bar.

Standing at the door was a sexy lady in a red dress wearing a tight V-neck skirt. She looked disdainfully at a shabby man walking by the street, who had little money but was looking at her. She pouted, turned around, and suddenly stopped.

A man was drunk, shouting someone's name, with a ruddy face and an expensive suit on. He looked like a handsome and wealthy young man.

Her eyes suddenly lit up. Her wait tonight was finally worth it because a big golden turtle came!

She stroked her hair, twisted her waist, walked over, and greeted him flatteringly, "Sir, you are drunk, let me help you go over and rest for a while." After saying that, she pretended to hold the man's arm, but he dodged her.

Fu Yijian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the vulgar woman in front of him, frowning, and shouted in a low voice: "Get out!"

The assistant also quickly winked at the woman and asked her to leave. How could such a messy woman dare to come up and pester his noble and cold CEO?

The woman pretended not to see it, and took the initiative to stick her curvy upper body close to Fu Yijian and said, "Sir, I just mean well." Her voice was deliberately soft.

Fu Yijian was suddenly approached by a woman, and the smell of cheap perfume hit his nose. He frowned fiercely and pushed the woman away with force.

"Ah——" The woman was pushed to the ground. She was about to cheat him, but when she met his fierce eyes, she trembled unexpectedly and sat on the ground, not daring to move.

Fu Yijian uttered one word: "Get out." His voice was calm but his eyes were gloomy, which made people feel scared when they saw him.

"Okay, okay." The woman didn't dare to stay for a moment, she got up and ran away.

"bump"--

Like thunder, Ye Ruohuan was awakened from her dream. She jumped up suddenly from the bed, sobered up a little, looked at the balcony, it was not raining and windy, and then she realized that the loud noise just now came from downstairs.

She didn't have time to think about it, so she put on a piece of clothing and walked down the stairs in the dim light. She looked around the living room and saw a tall figure beside the sofa, which startled her.

Ye Ruohuan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the familiar figure, and asked, "Why did you come back just now?"

She walked over, but smelled a strong smell of alcohol. She frowned and asked, "Did you go out for a drink?"

Ever since Ye Ruohuan started to go downstairs, Fu Yijian's ink-black eyes had been capturing her moving figure in the darkness. He did not speak for a long time. When Ye Ruohuan approached, he grabbed her arm and Ye Ruohuan fell on him.

"Ah——" Before Ye Ruohuan could react, someone blocked her mouth. The tip of her tongue was burning hot, and there was a mellow smell of alcohol, which made people want to get drunk.

When Ye Ruohuan thought she was about to suffocate and faint, the smell of alcohol faded away. She took a deep breath and her chest no longer felt stuffy. However, she was still breathing in small gulps, which made people blush and their hearts beat faster.

Ye Ruohuan's face flushed red, and she wanted to stand up, but Fu Yijian had no intention of letting her go. He grabbed her waist with his big hands, pressed her tightly against his body, and once again domineeringly blocked her mouth.