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Chapter 26 Fool's Love
Chapter 26 Fool's Love
- Who are you, who are you?
- Then who am I?
Ye Rong suddenly widened his eyes and pushed Fu Wenyuan away.
At the moment when the hurried kiss ended, those strange and clear memories seemed to have been pulled away, and a layer of fog was enveloped.
Fu Wenyuan wasn't completely pushed away, he was still holding his wrist, his fingers were tightening but he was afraid of hurting Ye Rong.
He woke up from his irrationality, and the annoyance in his expression was quickly replaced by a startling firmness.
Ye Rong was neither ashamed nor annoyed, and he didn't care that the kiss was just licked by a reckless big cat. His expression turned cold, but he cut off his words before he was about to speak, and quickly blocked a sentence. "You've been spying on me? How long?"
Fu Wenyuan finally realized that his ignorant thoughts had been exposed, and he would be regarded as a pervert or a lunatic.
His palms were sweating, but he slowly let go of Ye Rong's hand while struggling, and replied vaguely, almost like a broken jar, "It's been a long time."
Ye Rong snorted with a nasal expression, "Huh?"
Fu Wenyuan called in without hesitation, "One thousand one hundred and eighty-five days, nine hours and three minutes."
Ye Rong's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if he was cursed by this string of numbers, someone bound him with year after year thoughts.
In the past three years, Fu Wenyuan has seen too much, maybe he was shamelessly entangled, maybe he gave up in frustration, or maybe he cut the brake tape himself at the risk of his life.
Who would have thought that the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of a little person in the dust like him could fall into Fu Wenyuan's eyes.
Ye Rong laughed in anger, but turned and grabbed Fu Wenyuan's retreating hand, "Mr. Fu, do you know what kind of behavior you are doing?"
Fu Wenyuan stared into his eyes, without defending himself at all, just moved his lips: "I plead guilty, you should call the police."
Ye Rong looked up at his face that had almost made him distraught so many times, and wanted to punch him in the nose!
What kind of person could say such ridiculous and hateful words so frankly that Ye Rong couldn't think of what to do with him for a while.
Ye Rong took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision, but he said something irrelevant, and asked calmly, "Did you bring back the wine in the living room downstairs?"
Fu Wenyuan's expression was indescribably subtle, as if he had just remembered the original intention of bringing wine back tonight.
He was very annoyed, because he lost control and screwed up all the plans, and he was in danger of losing Ye Rong.
Ye Rong didn't seem to see his embarrassment, and pulled him downstairs, as if carrying a soulless marionette along the way.
He opened two bottles of the wine that Fu Wenyuan brought back specially in the living room, stuffed one bottle to Fu Wenyuan, and picked up a bottle and touched the other's bottle with a ding dong, "Fu Wenyuan, I'm not a smart person, there are many things I don't want to care about it anymore, as you wish, the relationship between me and you has long been lost."
He raised his head and took a sip of wine, a scorching hot air rushed into his heart and lungs along his throat, Ye Rong sighed comfortably, and shook the wine in his hand: "So forget it, I don't Blame you, don't force me, I know what you want, but can you give me a little more time, I must be responsible to both of us to give you an accurate answer."
Fu Wenyuan was almost overwhelmed by this twist of surprise, and reacted sluggishly for a long time as if he just understood Ye Rong's words.
At this moment, he felt that he was a little timid as Lord Ye was fond of dragons, but it was more like a sense of timidity and timidity.
He drank in a muffled voice, but his eyes stared at Ye Rong for a moment.
Ye Rongwan tapped the table with her knuckles and asked in a low voice, "Do you understand what I said?"
Fu Wenyuan drank a few sips before continuing, fearing that if he was really drunk, he would lose control and do something irreversible. He clenched the bottle tightly, his eyes still lingering on Ye Rong, and it took him a long time to test He asked, "Don't you think I'm scary? Rongrong, I...I'm probably a lunatic..."
Ye Rong was stunned at first when he heard his words, almost choked on the wine, then smiled with brows and eyes, and asked back of course: "Then do you think I'm normal? Isn't there a saying that if you don't go crazy, you can't live, these days, lifeIt's been so good, everyone is more or less mad."
He muttered to himself, like a transparent philosopher, and first of all convinced himself, he said earnestly: "If life can cut off the details of love, hate and hatred and only have the goal of making money, then it will be a lot happier.Well... don't forget the original intention, hard work is the true meaning of life..."
Inexplicably, Fu Wenyuan, who felt that his soul had been sublimated, pondered silently.
[The author has something to say: A lot of pits have been opened recently,
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