Lin Rui has known Su Wanxin for quite so ti, though not as long as Lu Ci and Fu Shihan.
He considers himself quite familiar with her.
In Su Wanxin’s world, Fu Shihan’s matters always co before hers.
It was like this when he first t her, and it remained so until her disappearance due to the car accident.
So people, no matter how much ti passes or how their appearance changes, their hearts remain unchanged. In his eyes, Su Wanxin is such a person.
Maybe she doesn’t realize it, but often her emotions are all reflected in her eyes.
Lin Rui heard that she had been by Fu Shihan’s side since she was seven, and in his mory, from the mont he knew them, the two had always been together.
So Lin Rui really doesn’t believe that when sothing happens to Fu Shihan, she wouldn’t be anxious.
Fu Shihan has been angry these days, and Lin Rui doesn’t dare to say much, afraid of getting whacked.
He knows Fu Shihan would surely have his doubts, but sotis it’s the classic case of "the onlooker has a clearer view than the involved."
When Fu Shihan sees her interacting with other n, the jealousy is intense. Lin Rui saying he’s like a jar of sour pickles isn’t an exaggeration at all.
"Don’t ask anymore." Su Wanxin paused her actions. "It’s all in the past."
She stood up to go to the conference room, looked at Lin Rui, and cautioned, "Don’t leave until Fu Shihan arrives. If soone asks for , just dismiss them."
"Got it, understood!"
Lin Rui has been by Fu Shihan’s side for so many years, and has done a lot of secretary work, so he’s quite skilled at handling such matters.
He just leisurely lied back on the sofa playing gas, until Fu Shihan pushed the door open and ca in.
Hearing the sound, he turned his head, and inwardly cursed, hurriedly scrambling to get up.
"Brother Han, you’re here, so I’m leaving!"
With that expression, that aura, who could withstand it?
Lin Rui didn’t want to beco a punching bag; seeing Fu Shihan’s current state, if he were the punching bag, he’d get pumled.
He doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, he needs to keep his life intact.
Fu Shihan didn’t bother with him, just grunted an "Hmm," and sat on the sofa, looking down at his phone.
Even if Lin Rui was curious, he didn’t dare to ask, closed the door, and slipped away, lying in his car in the parking lot, finally releasing a breath.
He quit the ga on his phone, switched to the WeChat interface, and checked unread ssages.
After looking for a while, he couldn’t help but let out, "Well, damn."
In the yard in front of the Fu Family’s house, two people were lying in a pool of blood, with Fu Shihan standing beside them.
There was no doubt how those two ended up like that.
Lin Rui enlarged the photo, and upon recognizing them as Fu Yansheng’s followers, he seed to understand sothing.
No wonder Brother Han had a funeral face, he had just co back from a funeral...
What on earth happened at ho to make him resort to violence? Lin Rui hadn’t seen him this fierce in a long ti.
Tsk tsk.
Wouldn’t it be better to live well? Why provoke him?
Lin Rui sighed, looking at the insider news sent by friends from the Fu Family side.
Fu Shihan patiently waited in Su Wanxin’s office, until she returned after about an hour.
She pushed the door open, seeing the person on the sofa had changed. Her nerves were tense, a bit afraid he ca to argue with her over old grievances.
Fu Shihan raised his head to look at her, without saying a word. Su Wanxin nervously swallowed, sitting quietly behind her desk, pretending to calmly organize files.
In her mind, she was thinking, "If you’re going to kill or flog , just say it outright... what’s with this ’silence is golden’ act."
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