Chapter 20

Han Xiaoye wants to cry without tears. Did she hit a ghost when she went out today? First, he ran into Han bao'er's psycho, then he was recognized by Quan Rong Lian. Now, he was caught by Fu Zhiyan!

By the way, Fu Zhiyan is here. Where's Ruirui?

She opened her mouth to ask.

"I had her sent back."

"... oh." Han Xiaoye was relieved. All of a sudden, her mind turned. No, Ruirui is not here. Who cut off the power?

man

"It's me who cut off the power."

Han Xiaoye suddenly lost his voice, "how do you know what I'm thinking? Can you read my mind?"

Fu Zhiyan took a deep look at her. His eyes were as deep as a well. He couldn't see through what he was thinking. All of a sudden, he stepped on his long legs and came over

The creepy Han Xiaoye, who was looked at by him, stepped back fiercely, "Mr. Fu, have something to say. In fact, I can explain, really, I can... Ah, don't hit face! "

Expected pain did not come, Han Xiaoye back stick to the wall, she carefully opened her eyes. man Their posture is even more ambiguous!

The cold fragrance, which was quite different from Quan Rong's, enveloped her as if Fu Zhiyan was holding her now.

Plop, plop

The heart jumped out of obedience.

Han Xiaoye can't say whether she is a little more afraid now or a little more strange emotions that she can't say clearly.

"Han Xiaoye." Fu Zhiyan's voice is as mellow as wine, and as indifferent and alienated as others.

"Ah?"

Fu Zhiyan picked up the camera she was hiding and raised the end of his eyes. It was extremely dangerous, "what is this?"

... camera!

Han Xiaoye instantly woke up, reached out to grab, "give it back to me!"

However her height is limited, Fu Zhiyan raises the camera, she jumps to be unable to reach!

"What's in it?"

Fu Zhiyan's eyes rolled up the storm.

"Is there anyone who has sacrificed himself for art?"

Han Xiaoye's ear tip for the first time is slightly hot. She denies awkwardly, "no! I also have certain aesthetic requirements, OK? I swear, it's not what you think. Mr. Fu, please give me back the camera. "

"What's in there?"

Fu Zhiyan did not return it to her, but was aggressive.

"Yes..." she can't tell Fu Zhiyan that it's her paparazzi gossip! Han Xiaoye's mind was in a mess. She held it for a long time and didn't come up with a reason. She had to say, "it's not that kind of photo anyway. Give it back to me."

"Is it?"

Fu Zhiyan buckled her waist and stopped her snatching. Han Xiaoye can't snatch it. Instead, he is held close to his body. flower

Fu Zhiyan turned on the camera with a cold face. When he saw that all the pictures in the camera were taken by the same man, the fierce fire at the bottom of his eyes finally started a prairie fire.

"Bang --"

The camera flew into the wall and fell apart!

Han Xiaoye instantly recovered, his face changed greatly, "my camera..."

Camera is the only thing she has now. She also hopes to earn enough money to buy a house and live with her grandfather. But this man, unexpectedly so easily, destroyed the only thing belonging to her! By the way, it destroyed her dream!

"Fu Zhiyan, why did you break my camera? What are you doing? "

Why so naturally crush her only hope.

Why do you do this to her!

Han bao'er's slander, Yan Xu's betrayal and abandonment, her uncle and aunt's selling her face, and her grandfather who lives in the hospital waiting for medical expenses... The emotion accumulated in her heart is like a flood, which drowns her in an instant.

She clenched her lower lip, trying to calm down.

But the warm water drops still fall down like no money.

She is not hesitant, not uncomfortable, not fragile. She just knew it was no use crying. This world is not you cry can treat you gently.

But she has been so hard, Mingming after hard to take a picture of Quan Ronglian. man

For a moment, all the reluctance, all the hesitation and helplessness came to her, and she couldn't control it any more.

man Fu Zhiyan, you're a big motherfucker! "

Asshole! Hooligans! Unpredictable psychosis!

The bodyguards in black at the door looked at each other, wondering if they should stop them.

The girl's hot tears hit on the back of his hand, and Fu Zhiyan's fury gradually subsided. He looked at the unrestrained person crying in his arms, folded his arms, and frowned slightly.

"Asshole."

Han Xiaoye repeated this sentence.

Fu Zhiyan tightened his chin, and his handsome face was expressionless, but his right hand stiffly dried the girl's tears. He said in a hoarse voice, "what are you crying for?"

Motherfucker! He smashed her camera and asked her why she was crying! flower Just crying nose plug, she angrily grasp the man's sleeve, the nose tears all wipe on the man's clothes.

The bodyguards in black who witnessed the whole process outside took a breath - who didn't know that Ruicheng Fu Shaojie's addiction was so serious that the girl wiped her nose on her clothes. This is killing me!

Fu Zhiyan was not as angry as the bodyguards imagined. A helpless compromise flashed through his eagle eyes like a well. He sighed slightly and invisibly, "don't cry."

Han Xiaoye cry more severe, breathless belch.

Fu Zhiyan good-looking brow tied a knot, low threat, "cry again, we will discuss the next in the school of you, why appear here."

This means that if you don't cry, you don't care about tonight? Han Xiaoye brain melon seeds turn fast, instantly stopped crying.

In fact, after the first moment of losing control, she was much better. The reason why I continue to cry is just a gamble. Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected harvest.

"Ha ~" before crying too much, at first stop, Han Xiaoye can't help burping.

Feeling Fu Zhiyan's eyes, she felt embarrassed.

Fu Zhiyan released her, and those who were free immediately stepped back to distance them. "What are you... What are you doing here?" he asked

"Andy found out that someone had intruded into the hotel system. He checked it out." Fu Zhiyan understated that when he was about to stretch out his hand to pull the people who had escaped from him, he saw a mess on his sleeve. Just relaxed eyebrows wrinkled up again, Han Xiaoye small heart with his unhappy look to the throat.