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He frowned slightly, his dark eyes fixed on her. "No."

"Then, then why are you not willing …"

The man interrupted him impatiently. "Do you really want me to go up there for you?"

Fan Xing, who was holding onto a piece of bread, was stunned.

She and Wen Yiyan had grown up together, and he could only show such an impatient expression when he was angry. This was also the first time after they had married that he was this angry.

She was stunned. "I just …" I want to know why.

"Fan Xiaoxing," Wen Yiyan said in a low voice, "Don't always keep this kind of thing on your mouth, in the future, you won't even be able to repent if you want to."

After he finished speaking, he cleaned up the tableware and went to work.

Fan Xing bit her lips tightly, and only after the door was slammed shut did she hang her head and finish her breakfast.

The originally delicious breakfast was now eaten like chewing wax.

Psychological hospital.

After Fan Xing prepared the items for work, he took out an exquisite gift box from his bag and went inside the glass room.

As expected, she saw Jiang Ke who was leaning back with his eyes closed, resting. She walked over, "Good morning, Senior Brother."

Jiang Ke, who had slowly opened his clear eyes, looked at her and nodded, "Come and pour some meat water?"

"Mm, I'll give you this as a thank-you gift."

Fan Xing passed the small gift box to him.

Jiang Ke did not receive it, "It's alright."

Fan Xing stuffed the box into his hands, "I am really grateful for senior brother's help."

Jiang Ke laughed indifferently, "Thank you."

Fan Xing, who had finally gotten off work, changed into casual clothes.

Li Baoni patted her shoulder, "Little Xing, why do I feel like you're working so hard today?"

"Because I love work! Work makes me happy! "

"…"

After bidding farewell with a smile on his face, Fan Xing entered the elevator.

The moment the elevator door closed, her smile collapsed.

Walking out of the hospital building, she saw several vendors pushing fruit carts in front of the hospital.

Fan Xing directly walked towards an old uncle who was pushing a fruit cart.

She said, "Old Uncle, please give me some watermelon."

The old man stopped the car and handed her the watermelon with trembling hands.

Fan Xing received the money with a smile on his face and handed it over to the old man.

While eating the watermelon, Fan Xing wandered into a game hall with an empty heart.

Fan Xing, who had not played the game for a long time, could not stop as if he was possessed.

After she once again achieved first place in the group, a young man dressed in hip-hop arrived at Fan Xing's side, "How about we compete?"

Fan Xing sized up the man in front of him, and didn't reject him.

"What do you want to compete for?"

"Racing."

"Alright."

The two cars passed the finish line in less than 0.7 seconds.

Fan Xing's face fell, and the man comforted her: "You're already not bad, the people who lost to me before only reached their finishing point ten seconds later."

"No, I was indeed inferior."

The hip-hop man laughed heartily.

He reached out his hand to shake hands, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Lin Sichun."

Fan Xing shook his hand, "My name is Fan Xing."

The two began to talk about their game skills.

It turned out that Sizun was an IT guy from a listed company. It was rare for him to get off work on time today, so he came to the nearby Game Hall to relax.

The more they chatted, the more they liked each other. Even when Wen Yiyan who was behind them called out to Fan Xing, she did not reply.

Wen Yiyan, who was rarely ignored, walked over, increased the distance between Fan Xing and himself, and put a cold pressure on the top of his head, "What are you doing here?"

Fan Xing looked at Wen Yiyan, who was questioning him, and was startled at first. Then, he raised the corner of his mouth: "What are you doing in the Game Hall?"

"Do you know what time it is?"

Fan Xing looked at his watch, the short needle pointing at eleven o'clock.

"Hmm …" It was getting late.

She waved the man's hand, then turned and waved towards Lin Sichun, "Then, we'll talk next time."

Lin Sichun smiled and nodded.

Wen Yiyan unhappily glanced at Lin Sichun, but the latter did not budge. He stared at Fan Xing for a good while, and then gently swept his gaze across Wen Yiyan.

On the way back, Wen Yiyan's voice pulled Fan Xing, who was still in a daze, back to ask, "Who was that just now?"

"Just an interesting little boy."

"I won't interfere with whatever you want to do, but you have to be on guard against others."

She nodded slightly and got out of the car.

The two people waiting for the elevator looked up at the number of floors in silence.

Usually, Fan Xing would chatter non-stop, and the taciturn Wen Yiyan would occasionally respond.

Now that the chatterbox had quieted down, the atmosphere immediately dropped from a fiery heat to a freezing state.