Whenever she had free ti, she would stay by her side, not pondering whether he had discovered he couldn’t live without her and thus knew he loved her, or if it was more about gratitude.
As long as he was with her, she was satisfied.
"Drive less yourself." He had held back for a long ti and finally spoke.
Ye Ranran’s eyes lit up: "Are you worried about ? Actually, there’s no need..."
"I’m not worried about you, I’m worried you might harm others, after all if you kill soone I still have to clean up the ss for you." Fu Rong interrupted her impatiently.
The light that had just risen in Ye Ranran’s eyes imdiately extinguished, and she replied sullenly, "Oh."
She thought, from now on, she would not trouble him if she caused any issues.
The two of them fell silent again, Ye Ranran couldn’t understand the look in his eyes, she suddenly didn’t want to understand anymore, after chasing for so long, she suddenly felt tired.
She rolled up the car window: "Call when you get out of the car."
She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes to rest.
The man beside Fu Rong saw the slowly gathering frost in his eyes and couldn’t help but say, "Young Master, can’t you say a few nice words? Why upset her?"
"Shut up."
Fu Jia shut up, thinking to himself how proud and aloof he was, wondering what he would do when one day she stopped caring about him.
Fu Jia couldn’t understand Fu Rong’s real feelings towards Wen Cai, or whether his feelings for her were truly love.
If she had a place in his heart, his attitude was neither cold nor warm, occasionally fluctuating between indifference and warmth. If he didn’t have her in his heart, after her death, he still found soone similar to replace her.
Forcefully imposing her mories onto soone else.
Wasn’t that forcing the other person to love him?
After waiting for half an hour, Big Fu’s car appeared at the entrance.
He glanced this way and upon seeing the familiar license plate number, straightened his suit, a smug smile appearing on his lips, and then, full of vigor, he strode in.
Looks like she could sleep for another half hour, Ye Ranran glanced at the figure then continued to close her eyes to rest.
Half an hour later, Fu Rong opened her car door and pulled her out.
His large hand enveloped her small one, she tried to interlock fingers with him, but he let go first.
Looking at her empty hand, she felt lost and dispirited.
In her mind, a vivid image flashed: soone had always held her hand, never letting go.
When she tried to recall the mory more clearly, she couldn’t find the slightest trace.
Not hearing footsteps behind him, Fu Rong stopped and turned to see Ye Ranran lagging far behind, frowning, "What are you standing there for?"
"Oh, coming." Ye Ranran quickly caught up, even running a few steps.
She arrived beside him sowhat breathless.
A bullet had grazed the periphery of her heart; Tang Sheng said it took trendous effort to pull her back from the brink of death.
But her heart was fragile now, after all, that bullet wasn’t fake.
According to him, saving her life was already a feat of extraordinary dical skill, anything beyond that couldn’t be forced.
"I didn’t tell you to run, why are you running?" Fu Rong scolded.
"Wasn’t it you who asked to hurry?" Ye Ranran retorted, aggrieved.
"Keep up with my pace." He glared at her.
Maybe he was afraid she couldn’t keep up, he walked much slower afterwards, Ye Ranran maintained a two-step distance from him, a close gap, yet one she could never cross.
She laughed mockingly at herself.
As he approached that door, her smile naturally fell, and she put on her most serious expression.
Because she was about to face not only the Fu Family but also elites from various countries.
In this bloodless war, she truly understood what it ant to ’seek the skin of a tiger’.
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