C11 You Don't Have to Send It Today

As far as An Shaoyan was concerned, he didn't say anything during the meal except for the necessary questions. However, that didn't affect Meng Fan's enjoyment of his meal.

She felt that Fu Yuhan was aloof. His thoughts were already so obvious, and he even had a tone of voice, but that wasn't a bad thing. If he had acted very politely to her from the start like other men and said 'be nice and act', she wouldn't have been so attentive towards him.

After the meal, Fu Yuan didn't have any further plans. He didn't even ask her to go for a walk by the river to eat. Meng Fan couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but he couldn't take the initiative either.

She was wearing a black dress with a material that reached to her knees, but was unable to withstand the cold. The dining room was built on the riverside, and when the wind blew, it was so cold that it could cause goosebumps.

The doorman drove the car over. "You're not driving?" he asked as he fiddled with the car keys.

"The car's been sent to be maintained." Meng Fan rubbed his arm. "Is it convenient to send me back?"

"Get in." Fu Yu An opened the main door and sat down. Meng Fan waited for a while, but before he could open the door for him, the doorman at the side asked for his help. She said there was no need, so she opened the door and got in.

The interior of the car was warm. Meng Fan's hopes of getting his coat to protect her from the cold failed, causing her mood to go up and down. This time, she didn't expect Yu An to help her fasten her seat belt.

There was a faint fragrance in the car, which he immediately smelt when he ate. It wasn't the smell of a man's perfume, but a woman's perfume, which he wanted to ask about during the meal, but he was afraid of being nosy. The food was good, but Fu Yuan didn't say anything to her from start to finish.

It wasn't until she got off the car that she finally couldn't hold it in anymore and asked, "The perfume in the car smells so special. Where did you buy it from?"

Fu Yuan opened the window and asked, "You can go in. I'm leaving."

The car drove away without a single stop in front of her. Meng Fan watched the car leave in disappointment. After eating a meal, they became more familiar with each other. He was no longer a stranger, but she was getting more and more confused about him.

He returned to his apartment and, without turning on the light, sat down on the sofa to quietly smoke a cigarette. He thought of Zhou Yu, who was drunk, and of her struggling to help people sit and rent a taxi. She seemed to be under a lot of pressure, but she was still stubborn and stubborn.

That woman, Zhou Yu, a colleague? She was still wearing her work clothes, so how could her colleagues rush to change and drink her to death?

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. When the second cigarette finally burnt out, he couldn't sit still any longer, so he picked up the car keys and went out.

Jiang Wang raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but before he could do so, the door suddenly opened.

She was stunned and couldn't react for a moment.

Fu Yuan was also stunned. "Why did you come over?"

"I …" I'll bring you your clothes. "

Only then did Fu Yu An notice the package in her hand. He leaned over to let her in, turned on the light, and went to the kitchen to pour water. "It's already so late. It doesn't have to be today."

Jiang Wenshu held the cup and said, "Zhou Yufei told me to bring it over to you. After she vomited, she became much more clear-headed. Remember to hug you and cry. She told me to definitely bring it to you."

This was true. After returning home, Zhou Yu vomited twice in the bathroom, and after coming out, he stuffed a thousand cash into her arms. He told her to buy a new set of clothes and apologize to Fu Yuan, then pushed her out along with Sang.

Yu An only paid 50% for her words. He glanced at the paper bag with the clothes on it and said, "It's getting late, I'll send you back."

Jiang Wangshu immediately said, "I called a taxi when I came. The driver is waiting for me downstairs."

Fu Yu An leaned his arms against the wall and silently stared at her.

Jiang Wenshu felt the hairs on his body stand up as he was stared at. He put down his cup and stood up. "Then you should get some rest. I'll go back first."

She walked to the entrance and opened the door. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Fu Yuan's voice came from behind her, "Zhou Yu is your roommate, right? Are you staying with her now?"

"No." She retorted, "I already told you, I'm just a colleague. Drunk …"

"Colleagues don't go to work, but instead go out for a drink?" Fu Yuan interrupted her.

Jiang Wangshu's voice grew smaller and smaller. "I don't live with her."

Fu Yu An walked over, opened the door, and pulled her hand. "Fine, since you're not living together, I'll take you back."

Jiang Wangshu pressed his feet against the threshold, trying his best to pull his hand away. Fu Yu An's grip tightened. Her wrist ached faintly, and her eyebrows knitted together. Her voice suddenly became louder, "Can you ignore me? I am no longer a child. Even if I know my limits, I can still take good care of myself! "

He finally said it out loud.

Fu Yu An let go of her. "If you can take good care of yourself, you shouldn't reject useful help, or you don't have to pay any price for it. What do you think it means to grow up? is that you can be self-reliant and make your own money? " He nodded at her head, "Have you really matured here?"

Jiang Wenshu tilted his head and took a step back. "No one grows up all of a sudden. You have to take it slow."