Rebirth to the Countryside [ Danmei MTL]

32: The Truth That Night

Cheng Xiaoran looked at Fu Zhizhuo's profile. Fortunately, he still felt that this person was reliable and felt pretty good...

He twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, lowered his eyes slowly, and gently stroked the glass in his hand.

Fu Zhizhuo's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot when Wang Xingyu appeared. "Why are you coming back here?"

Although his itinerary is not particularly secret, it is not known to everyone.

He glanced at the group of people he left upstairs.

People, Ah Hong hurried over. "Boss."

"Take him out."

"Master Wang, please."

Wang Xingyu unexpectedly thumped to his knees, and reached out to pull Fu Zhizhuo's thigh. " Master Zhuo, Please be merciful. The Wang Group is a result of the hard work of several generations of us. For the sake of my staying with you all night, don't you want to destroy it?"

Fu Zhizhuo sat inside, Wang Xingyu wanted to drag him, naturally the more Xiao Ran was going, this person was mostly pressed on his lap, smelling the perfume of unknown brand, and then listening to what he said, Cheng Xiaoran was about to vomit.

Fu Zhizhuo's face was pale, one hand was protecting Cheng Xiaoran, and the other was pulling Wang Xingyu's collar. Unexpectedly, someone was faster than him.

Chen Xinlei pulled Wang Xingyu's back clothes and threw him away like a sack, and then asked Cheng nervously.

Xiao Ran, "Are you okay."     

His stomach is here, don't be crushed.

In Chen Xinlei's eyes, when he first saw Cheng Xiaoran, this elementary school brother was equivalent to a pregnant woman with Liujia.

The most vulnerable person.     

Cheng Xiaoran stood up, got out of Fu Zhizhuo's hand, stood beside Chen Xinlei, and looked at Fu Zhizhuo with a smile but a smile. "Mr. Fu, you take care of it slowly here, I won't visit your romantic affairs, go ahead."     

His face was a little pale, and there was undisguised irony in his dark eyes.

Fu Zhizhuo's heart was stagnant.

"Xiao Ran, this is not what you think."

When someone came to a coffee shop, someone came up with such things, and Fu Zhizhuo knew that his image was instantly crowned with sentimental and private life.

And it's still the kind of person who retaliates against each other after he's finished.

People around him look weird. Fu Zhizhuo knows and thinks about it, but he doesn't care about it.

What he cares about is Cheng Xiaoran watching him. vision.

But as he was worried, the little guy's eyes were instantly full of distrust and sarcasm, the kind of will and indifference that wanted to draw a line with him, so that his heart was stabbed.

Fu Zhizhuo approached him, and Cheng Xiaoran raised his hand to stop.

"Mr. Fu, please don't involve me in this kind of thing? I'm not interested in being a wicked person with you, and I don't want to be baptized by someone looking at them. "     

He glanced lightly for a week. There were not many customers in the coffee shop at this time.

They all looked at this side. He probably had already made up a scene of rich people suppressing and torturing old love for new love.