Chapter 437

He quickly changed his clothes and Huang Xing went downstairs.

Outside the community, it was dark. The passing vehicles are sparse, and the light emitted by the vehicles is interlaced with the dim street lights, bringing some weak light to the world. This seems to be a great insult to Edison, the inventor of the electric light. Edison invented the electric light to resist the darkness, but these gorgeous lampposts on the road are like illness one by one. The light released can only illuminate himself. Only those drivers who don't have enough driving capacity can drive the high beam without hesitation, and the strong light is dazzling. On the contrary, this kind of light has a negative effect in the dark, which brings great inconvenience to pedestrians and vehicles, and even security risks.

It's already late at night, and taxis are also very few. Huang Xing felt that there was no hope of taking a taxi, so he decided to run for a marathon!

This run is more than 20 minutes!

When we arrived at Fujie community, Huang Xing was already sweating! But this kind of fatigue is nothing to Huang Xing. Now he is eager to see Fu Jie, protect her safety and comfort her frightened heart.

Fu Jie downstairs, Huang Xing wiped his sweat with his sleeve and took the elevator to the stairs. At the door of Fu Jie's house, Huang Xing pressed the doorbell eagerly.

But there was no reaction in it for a long time!

Press a few more times, still no response. Huang Xing thought about it and decided to call Fu Jie.

But as soon as I had this idea, I suddenly heard a small sound of footsteps coming from inside. Then, a sweet but tired voice asked: who is it in the evening?

Huang Xing replied without confidence: Yes... It's me. Yellow star.

Fu Jie opened the door, Huang Xing is trying to enter, but she blocked in the door, the door only opened a half meter gap. Fu Jie wore a purple tie pajamas, frowning at the yellow star, in the eyes, there is a sense of guilt.

Huang Xing breathlessly calms down his breath. As soon as he is about to speak, Fu Jie takes the lead in asking: are you sick? What time is it! Why are you harassing me?

harass? These two words deeply hurt Huang Xing's heart. Huang Xing said faintly: I don't trust, just... Come and see you.

"Is it raining outside?" Fu Jie is surprised at Huang Xing's wet appearance.

Huang Xing shook his head: No. It's all... It's all sweat.

Fu Jie reluctantly opened the door a little wider, and as he walked back, he complained: I just fell asleep here, and suddenly I was awakened by you. You've been working more and more... And more unreliable recently. If you're not tired, it doesn't mean others are not tired. Do you understand? Come and ring my doorbell in the middle of the night, it seems that you are really sick!

Huang Xing kicked off his shoes and found a pair of men's slippers in the shoe cabinet. The heating effect in the living room is good, which makes his sweat come out of his pores more violently. Huang Xing wiped the sticky sweat on his neck with his hand and said: I can't rest assured that something happened to you this afternoon. So... Came here. I couldn't get a taxi in the evening, so I just... I just made some contribution to the cause of green environmental protection and ran all the way here!

Fu Jie looked at the sweaty yellow star again and said with a sneer: as for it? I feel more, you seem to be deliberately... Deliberately come to me! You're not kind, are you?

Huang Xing was stunned immediately!

God knows the pain of being misunderstood. Why is it so painful! It's really wrong to be accused of "not having a good heart" when you come to care about each other!

But Huang Xing still tries to resist the grievance and comes forward, stares at Fu Jie and says: I don't have any malice. I'm afraid you can't think of it, or... After all, you just got such a fright and had a car accident. I don't trust you, so I came to have a look.

Fu Jie sits in a corner of the sofa, her expression is very indifferent. She seems to be moved by the arrival of Huang Xing. Maybe she just feels that she is disturbed by him when she needs to rest most.

But a sudden discovery, let yellow star suddenly nervous up!

On the tea table, an ashtray!

To be exact, it's a temporary ashtray folded with advertising paper!

Besides, there are several cigarette ends and some ash in it.

What does that mean?

Has anyone been here?

Who's been here?

A series of questions exploded in Huang Xing's mind. Fu Jie doesn't smoke. At night, a man came to her house and smoked so many cigarettes so calmly!

Fu Jie seems to feel Huang Xing's suspicious eyes, subconsciously looks at the tea table, and quietly throws the paper ashtray into the garbage bin next to him. But she didn't explain anything, just showed a different color in her eyes.

After all, Huang Xing still can't control the doubts in his heart. How can he tolerate the woman he loves and the man he leaves at night to do whatever he wants at home? Huang Xing asked tentatively: has anyone come to my family?

"Yes!" Fu Jie replied lightly.

Huang Xing then asked: who is it. Did you stay a long time?

Fu Jie impatiently put Huang Xing in the Army: why, I even have to give you a detailed report about the guests at home?

Huang Xing stressed: look, these cigarette ends haven't been cleaned up yet. What does it mean? It means that... It means that this person stays with you until midnight!!!

He said, the volume gradually increased, so that, after that sentence, almost roared out.

But Fujie replied with the most hurtful words: does this have anything to do with you?

Huang Xing said: it has nothing to do with me? I'm your man

He swallowed the word "friend" back to his throat.

Fu Jie breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone seemed to soften. She looked at the yellow star like a drowned chicken in front of her, and felt both hatred and pity in her heart. This man, although often let himself sad, but after all, he came to see himself. And his home is not too close to here, running all the way, cold day, tired like this!

Fu Jie is not a wooden person. She knows the care.

Huang Xing came over, quietly looking at the trash, that has been scattered cigarette butts, in a daze. He felt that all this seemed to be deeply digging his original strong heart.

Fu Jie vaguely smelled the smell of sweat coming out of his body. She waved her hand and said: take a bath first. I'll find you a pajama to put on first. Clothes, blow it with a hair dryer, and go to work tomorrow. Don't catch a cold.

Huang Xing suddenly Leng for a while, he dare not imagine, this kind of words unexpectedly come from the mouth of Fu Jie!

The continuous cold war has made Huang Xing begin to doubt whether Fu Jie's sudden concern for himself is deliberately hiding something? Or, uneasiness of conscience, condemnation, guilt.

He stood where he was, his mind rolling.

Fu Jie said: not yet?

Huang Xing wanted to say, no need. But I didn't have the heart to say it. He really can't resist Fu Jie's precious care. I'm afraid that once he refuses, he will never be able to enjoy it again. He had been tangled for a moment and walked into the bathroom.

Fu Jie got up, quickly found a loose bathrobe for him, threw it to him, and then continued to sit back on his sofa.

This bathrobe seems to exude the breath of Fu Jie. Huang Xing holds it in his hand and can't bear to put it down. After a long time, he took off his clothes and opened the tap. At this moment, his underwear has been soaked, bursts of coolness in the body, to the bone. But this coolness is far less than the helplessness in the heart.

He rubbed his body inch by inch, and his mind became a mess.

After finishing his body, he put on the bathrobe with the smell of Fu Jie and came out.

Fu Jie took a look at this side and said: you can take your clothes to the balcony to air for a while, let the wind blow, dry fast.

Huang Xing nodded and did it.

Back, pulled a simple stool, Huang Xing sat down.

But Fu Jie pushed a bowl of things with red liquid, and said faintly: drink a bowl of ginger syrup, don't catch a cold.

Huang Xing Leng for a moment, he did not expect that Fu Jie should be so careful, but also to himself a bowl of ginger syrup. Heart immediately into a warm. Huang Xing nodded and said: Thank you.

Before Huang Xing finished the bowl of ginger syrup, Fu Jie didn't say a word. She was just thinking about something thoughtfully.

After drinking the bowl of water, Huang Xing felt warm in his stomach, like a stove. He subconsciously looked at the garbage basket next to him and was stunned.

The trash can is gone.

It's very likely that when I took a bath, I was transferred to another place by Fu Jie.

But the more she did, the more she aroused Huang Xing's inner uneasiness. This is not a guilty conscience. What is it?

Huang Xing tried to use a very gentle and modest tone and asked: can you tell me who has been here?

Fu Jie frowned and said: Manager Bao.

Huang De's heart was tight: is it him again?

Fu Jie said: he had dinner with me and then sent me home.

Huang Xing continued to ask: he smoked those cigarettes, too?

Fu Jie said: who else. Manager Bao doesn't like smoking very much

Huang Xing is stunned, savoring Fu Jie's words in her heart. What does she want to express?

Maybe it's a kind of preconceived idea. Huang Xing thinks that Fu Jie is a metaphor. Bao Shijie doesn't smoke much at ordinary times, but what happened this evening made him worry about Fu Jie's safety, so he took advantage of the smoke to drown his worries

It seems that Fu Jie is grateful to Bao Shijie for his smoking behavior, even moved.

In Huang Xing's heart, it's abnormal. He wanted to take out a cigarette, stimulate himself with nicotine, and hide his inner resentment and helplessness. But when he habitually touched the cigarette, he realized that he was wearing Fu Jie's bathrobe.

Fu Jie sighed and suddenly turned her face to one side. Huang Xing looked at her charming but cold expression, with the feeling of ten thousand ants scratching her heart. All of a sudden, from the bedroom came a strange sound! It's like something fell to the ground. Huang Xing stood up in surprise! What's the situation?