Almost conditioned reflex, Fu Fan suddenly shook his hand away and ran to the guest lieutenant, throwing a sound like a mosquito and flies: "I... I'm sleepy and want to sleep!"

No matter how you look at the back, it is full of the meaning of escaping.

She ran very fast and didn't look up at the man throughout the whole process, so naturally she didn't notice the increasingly doting smile in his eyes.

With a "bang", the door was thrown up.

Fu Fan leaned his back against the door panel, breathing heavily, covering her chest with one hand. She looked ahead, her eyes were not yet focused, she was at a loss and at a loss.

After a while, her breathing gradually stabilized.

Gradually, her thoughts returned and her brain began to return to Qingming, but after Qingming, she was even more annoying embarrassment and guilty.

She felt her face was so hot, and she couldn't help but think that it must be very red, and the next second, when she thought of something, it was as if she was bewitched, and she couldn't help but lifted the hand that had been shook by a man.

It seemed that his temperature, his... breath still remained on it.

Fu Fan swallowed his throat unconsciously.

Heartbeat, like a pounding.

At that moment, she actually...

“Ahhhh…”

Suddenly, she threw herself onto the bed in anger.

It's really...so boring!

How could she be so unpromising?!

Didn’t he just shake his hands? Why did he keep beating like... just like a girl Huaichun? He has never shaken his hands before, and he has even held them...

Suddenly, the scene of Fu Fan's mind of drunkenness popping up in his mind when he was about to fall down on the day he was drunk.

It seems to be the same as tonight, but different.

She was not panicked that night, and there was no girl in her heart.

But in a few days...

The lips were bitten unconsciously.

Fu Fan's face became hotter.

In the quiet bedroom, she could only hear her heartbeat, one sound that was overwhelming, completely uncontrollable, and it seemed that she would pop out of her chest at any time.

Fu Fan had never felt this kind of mood before, even when he liked Jiang Yuchen.

Too strange.

How could this happen?

Suddenly, she wanted someone to share this mood with her, or... or analyze it for her.

She thought of Song Sisi.

Yes, Sisi, she must have experience and can give herself advice.

As soon as she stood up, she was busy finding her mobile phone to log in to WeChat to video with Song Sisi.

However, there has been no connection there.

Fu Fan looked at the time. Song Sisi must have not slept yet. Maybe she had just returned home. After thinking about it, she decided to take a shower first and call directly after taking a shower.

When she opened the wardrobe and was about to get her pajamas, she suddenly thought of Fu Hanjing's words. She thought that these were all prepared for her, not for any other woman. She couldn't help but squeezing her lower lip and her heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate again.

I'm in a good mood!

But when he walked into the bathroom and accidentally saw himself in the mirror, Fu Fan was still stunned.

His face is like peach blossoms, his face is blushing...

What does it look like if a girl is not in love with spring?

In an instant, her breathing became a little quicker and her face was so hot.

Until the water spreads on her body, her mood is still in a state of excitement and cannot return to normal for a long time.

On the one hand, she was ashamed of the ups and downs of her emotions tonight and her unpromising prospects when facing Fu Hanjing. On the other hand, she was happy that the man and Sister Wen Mu had no relationship with each other. As she thought about it, her thoughts were floating where she drifted, and she actually thought of her grandparents' urging her to get married.

Thinking of this, Fu Fan suddenly stopped the movements in his hand.

Bite her lip, she couldn't help thinking, according to her grandparents' current worry, even if there was no Sister Wen Mu, she might have arranged the next one. Then... what would that person do?

Will he follow his grandparents’ arrangements?

Also, what if his biological father from the Fu family in Beijing had to arrange a marriage for him? Will he refuse?

still……

Thinking of that possibility, Fu Fan's expression suddenly became dim.

She thought of herself again.

If all those may come true, what should she do? What can she do?

She realized that she fell in love with him, did she...

Once the random thoughts began, she couldn't stop for a while. Fu Fan thought about it again and again, and passed all the things she should think and what she should not think in her mind. In the end, her mood was inevitably affected again.

She thought that she urgently needed to talk to Song Sisi on a phone call, otherwise she would definitely not be able to sleep tonight.

He no longer had the mood to take a shower, so he quickly washed it clean, and then took a towel to dry himself. Fu Fan reached out to get his pajamas.

I wonder if there will be some minor accidents when my emotions are up and down. Before her hand touched her pajamas, her feet suddenly slipped, and the next second she fell to the ground!

"ah!"

In a embarrassed posture, the pain instantly spreads from the knees.

Fu Fan frowned in pain.

She moved.

"hiss……"

it hurts!

Fu Fan looked down and saw that the knee had already had a big red chunk.

Really...

Her eyes became hot, and she felt aggrieved and depressed. It took her a while before she stood up carefully and pulled her pajamas over and walked out quickly.

Once you move, the pain will be more obvious.

She had to slow down carefully and slowly, limping and in a weird posture.

"Dongdongdongdong--"

Just as she was so depressed that she couldn't help but lose her temper, the door was knocked.

As soon as she got her coquettish temper, she forgot that it was not in her own house, nor in the Fu family villa, and she stung without raising her head: "Who?"

There was a knock on the door.

"I."

The low male voice is so familiar.

After a "buzz", Fu Fan's mind exploded, and then he realized that this was Fu Hanjing's apartment.

Who else can be there besides him?

"Open the door."

Another sound.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated with a very unrestrained speed. Fu Fan swallowed his throat, his mind was in a mess and he was about to open the door. He didn't think about it too fast and too fiercely. With a "hiss", she groaned in pain.

The next second, the door was pushed open.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Fan looked up when he heard the sound.

Four eyes are opposite.

In an instant, his spoiled temperament surged up over the years, and the sourness in his eyes became obvious. Tears began to spin pretentiously. She suddenly turned red and sniffed and looked at him with grievance: "It's fallen, it hurts..."

Her hands were still on her knees.

Fu Hanjing looked up and looked up.

Under the light, her moist eyes were filled with mist, and her breathable face was light blushing, probably because she had just finished taking a shower, so she looked even white and tender.

No matter from which angle you look at it, your innocent and pitiful look can easily arouse the most secret and bad desire to bully in your heart.

Going further down, it's...

Fu Hanjing's eyes suddenly became dark.

"Put your clothes, I'll get the medical box." Thin lips said this, and he turned around and left with his body tense.
To be continued...