Chapter 91

But never saw him come over to please him a few days ago. saw Fu Ziyuan coming back today, so came here to please? It was too obvious. Shen Lingshu was still very uncomfortable, snorted coldly, and just as he was about to speak, the phone next to the bathtub rang.

Rong Wan threw the bath towel to wipe his hair aside, and leaned over to glance at his phone, but Shen Lingshu took the phone one step ahead of him and gave him a blank look, Rong Wan suddenly sneered: "I'm not afraid of your phone. fall into the bathtub."

Are you not allowed to look at the phone now? Rong Wan felt resentment in her heart.

Shen Lingshu retracted his gaze from Rong Wan, opened the information sent by his assistant and glanced at it. It clearly recorded how many letters Shu Tianyan wrote to Fu Ziyuan—three or four letters a year, more than thirty letters in total. Shen Lingshu looked at this number, only to feel that the sullen anger in his heart was finally relieved and choked again.

So many letters, each with so many words, I don't know how much effort it takes to add up. And this person has never written a letter to himself, not a word! In contrast to the hatchback, Shen Lingshu felt more and more annoyed.

He pointed to the outside of the bathroom and gritted his teeth: "You go out."

"..." Rong Wan saw that he was still shaken just now, and his emotions were relieved. At this moment, he didn't know who sent the message, and suddenly his face turned cold. to the extreme.

But it was already midnight, and Rong Wan was afraid that if he continued to entangle himself, Shen Lingshu would not be able to rest tonight, so he should wait until tomorrow to find a solution. He sighed and had to stand up: "Then I'll go back to the room first, and put the soup I made for you by the head of the bed. You can drink some before going to bed."

Shen Lingshu ignored him, and after Rong Wan glanced at Shen Lingshu again, he went back to the room with his pillow.

As soon as he left, the bathroom and even the room became silent, terribly dead. Shen Lingshu raised his eyes and looked at the door that was closed by him, pursed his lips, his chest was sad, and there was a nameless anger in his heart that could not be relieved. He couldn't help but slap everything on the edge of the bathtub to the ground.

If you let him go, he will go. Then Fu Ziyuan told him not to write letters. Why did he continue to write with perseverance? Why was he not so persevering to himself?

Not only was he not persevering, but when he made such a big move, he didn't come. I don't know if he didn't hear him or didn't want to see him at all. The more Shen Lingshu thought about it, the more depressed he felt. He left the bathroom, his eyes fell on the soup that Rong Wan had cooked, and he couldn't figure out the sweetness.

After coming to this villa for so long, this is the first time this person has specially cooked soup for himself - or after Fu Ziyuan appeared, not necessarily for himself.

Shen Lingshu stayed up all night.

Suspicion and jealousy were like an airtight net, wrapping his heart tightly, causing him to wonder if Rong Wan liked him at all. Does he really like himself, or does he just like his own skin that is two points similar to someone else's.

Fu Ziyuan clearly met him, but he still came to provoke him, which means that he really wanted to take him away—but how could he let him go? But what if, his mind is no longer here?

Shen Lingshu didn't sleep well, and Rongwan didn't sleep well either. He typed thousands of words in his stomach one night. He planned to say something nice to Shen Lingshu the next day, and vowed not to see Fu Ziyuan. The matter was over, but he never expected that when he woke up the next day, Shen Lingshu was no longer in the villa.

Rong Wan turned his head and asked the driver waiting at the entrance: "Where's Mr. Shen?"

The driver said: "I went to the company early in the morning and told me to take you to school later."

Rong Wan asked in disbelief: "And, didn't he say anything else?"

The driver didn't know why: "...I didn't say anything."

Rong Wan: "..." Enough!

There was a breakfast set on the dining table, which was made by a hired chef. There were two servings, but none of them were touched, so Shen Lingshu left without eating.

After eating breakfast alone, felt empty in heart. was thinking about whether Shen Lingshu would eat after he went to the company, and whether he would have a stomachache if he didn't eat. Is this a cold war, and when will the cold war be better? ! Shen Lingshu was very good at coaxing when he was a child, but when he grew up, it was difficult to coax him. He was not afraid that he would not lose his temper for ten days and half a month, but he was afraid that he would remember this matter for a lifetime. All in all, it's all to blame for Fu Ziyuan, who sow discord.

After breakfast, on the way to school, Rong Wan called Shen Lingshu two more times, but they were busy over there.

When the class was over, the professor was very strict, and Rong Wan couldn't take out his mobile phone to play with it. He took a look at it halfway through the get out of class, and he didn't even get a phone call or text message!

This is an open class, Xing Jiaxin is sitting not far from him, turning around frequently, seeing that he has not been listening to the get out of class and playing with his mobile phone, he can't help but lie down next to him after class: "Shu Tianyan, you are dating a girl. Are you friends?"

Rong Wan was stunned for a moment and said, "No."

"I see that you are absent-minded, you don't go to class, and you keep staring at your phone, thinking you are in love." For some reason, Xing Jiaxin was relieved to hear that he didn't have a girlfriend.

Xing Jiaxin's performance was a little obvious. Rong Wan was afraid that she would think too much and must stifle her careful thoughts in the cradle, so she turned to say: "Although I don't have a girlfriend yet, I already like it."

"..." Xing Jiaxin's expression suddenly collapsed.

It seemed that he couldn't accept that he had a good impression of a boy, and he had no chance at all. Xing Jiaxin took a long time to recover, and asked with an ugly face: "Then you keep looking at your phone, you are trying to fail, trying to find a way?"

Rong Wan thought for a while and said, "Well."

Xing Jiaxin's heart was dead, but she couldn't help but give Rong Wan advice: "You can't do this, you need to find the right medicine for chasing girls. First of all, do you know what type she likes?"

Rong Wan really didn't know, after thinking for a long time without thinking about it, he paused and said, "My type?"