After marrying a sick CEO, I cured him

Seeing that Han Zhuo seemed angry, Fangran immediately followed him and got into the car.

After getting in the car, Fangran looked at Han Zhuo, who had an ugly expression on his side, and suppressed a smile, "Why are you still angry when you say that? Isn't it just a joke?"

Han Zhuo ignored her and glanced aside.

He knew he had no right to be angry, but he couldn't help it.

The scene in his mind where Fangran just smiled at other boys was all in his mind, and it hurt his heart.

He thought that Fangran just didn't want to fall in love right now, but she didn't refuse at all to those who struck up a conversation.

When Fangran saw that he still didn't speak, the smile on his face faded a little. He coughed and continued: "I didn't want to add anything to him. It's not because I'm afraid of embarrassing him to save face. After all, a child's heart can't stand it. Strike.”

After she finished speaking, Han Zhuo finally had some reaction. He frowned and looked at Fangran, his eyes vaguely showing traces of injury, but he concealed it very well.

He opened his lips lightly and said slowly: "If you are not willing to hit others, then you are willing to hit me?"

Fangran was slightly stunned, blinked, and thought to himself: When did I hit you?

Before she could speak, Han Zhuo came over to her. Fangran felt that the light in front of her eyes was taken away by Han Zhuo, and she began to feel a little nervous.

Just as she was about to say something to stop Han Zhuo from approaching, she saw that he just came over to fasten her safety belt before sitting back in his seat.

Han Zhuo looked at her dumbfounded expression with a slight smile on his lips. He couldn't tell what the emotion was, "Do you think I'm going to do anything to you?"

Han Zhuo saw Fangran's retreating action just now.

Hearing this, Fangran felt a little guilty, "No."

Han Zhuo said nothing and the car started.

Along the way, both of them were very quiet, but this silence was a bit too depressing for Fangran now.

Normally, the two of them would chat occasionally, but it was rare for them to be so quiet.

She couldn't help but secretly glance at Han Zhuo. This guy always had the same expression. Looking from the side, he looked cold and distant, as if it was written all over his body: Don't come near me.

Fangran had no choice but to swallow silently and move his gaze outside the window.

The night was getting dark, and the number of pedestrians on the street began to slowly decrease.

The car finally arrived at its destination. Fangran froze on the spot, then began to unbuckle his seat belt and glanced at the people next to him, "Then I'm going back."

Han Zhuo didn't squint, but nodded lightly.

Fangran got out of the car and closed the door. Just as he was about to say goodbye to Han Zhuo, the car had already driven away.

Fangran opened his mouth again and again, and finally swallowed the words alive.

Looking at this, he was really angry.

Fangran thought about what she said before and couldn't understand. Was he angry about what she said, or was he angry that she wanted to add someone as a friend?

This seemed to be the first time Fangran had seen Han Zhuo get angry. Although it made people a little cautious, his angry look was quite individual.

When Fangran thought of Han Zhuo's stern face, he couldn't help but smile, "As expected of being brothers with Qin Yao, his angry look is somewhat similar to Qin Yao's."

Qin Yao gives people a very indifferent and distant feeling when he doesn't smile, while Han Zhuo usually looks very friendly, making people feel like a little sun.

You can only see a different Han Zhuo when you are angry.

Fangran was thinking this and didn't notice at all that when he thought of Han Zhuo, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Tomorrow's bar.

Han Zhuo turned around and went to his friend's place. As soon as Geng Hang arrived, he asked him to sit down.

Han Zhuo had a bit of a bad look on his face. Geng Hang saw his shoulder and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Master Han? With your expression, who made you unhappy?"

Han Zhuo shook his hand away, picked up the clean cup on the side, poured wine into it, and drank it in one gulp.

The cup made a crisp sound when it was placed on the table, but it was covered up by the loud noise around it.

But when Geng Hang saw his action of placing the cup, he knew that this guy was angry right now.

There were people gathered by Geng Hang around him. At this moment, he called people aside to play, leaving enough space for Han Zhuo.

The two of them were sitting here alone. Geng Hang poured him wine and said with a smile: "Brother Zhuo, you should tell me what's going on, so I can chat with you to relieve your boredom."

Han Zhuo glanced at him, took another gulp of the wine on the table.

Immediately, he spoke: "Geng Hang, is there anyone you like?"

Speaking of this, Geng Hang paused slightly while pouring the wine. Then he raised his eyes to look at Han Zhuo and said with a smile: "Brother Zhuo, it's not like you don't understand me. I'm not the kind of person who is single-minded. If so, of course I do, but it’s not the kind of love you said.”

What Geng Hang likes most is freedom, the freedom to like many people all the time. One second he is ambiguous with this person, and the next second he gets tired of it and turns around and can establish feelings with other people.

After listening to Geng Hang's words, Han Zhuo looked at him with a hint of helplessness.

Geng Hang said at this time: "Brother Zhuo, although I don't have that kind of person, but you may encounter something that I can really help you with."

This was the first time that he heard Han Zhuo ask him about emotional issues. Although it was somewhat unlikely, with Han Zhuo's current behavior, Geng Hang could not think of anything else besides emotional matters.

The gossip factor was blazing, and Geng Hang's eyes seemed to light up all of a sudden. He approached Han Zhuo and said, "Brother Zhuo, just tell me, do you have someone you like?"

Geng Hang and Han Zhuo have known each other for a long time, so they naturally know how hard it was to let go of Han Zhuo's previous relationship.

He thought Han Zhuo hadn't come out yet.

Han Zhuo's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment, and Fang Ran's figure instantly appeared in his mind.

His lips moved slightly, and he wanted to speak, but he felt uncomfortable because of the breath in his heart. Han Zhuo raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and then drank two more cups in a row before putting the cup down.

He leaned forward slightly, placed his hands on his knees, and his slender fingers hung naturally. The bright and dim light hit his face. Just looking at it from a distance made people feel distressed.

Han Zhuo said softly: "There is one, but she... doesn't like me."

Han Zhuo didn't know where he lost. Fangran didn't give him a chance and even killed his right to speak.

He looked a little decadent and a little sad, and even the words he spoke had a feeling of distress.

Geng Hang watched from the side and wiped his face with his hand, and then started drinking again.

All the unhappiness and sadness seem to be better after drinking wine.

He rarely saw Han Zhuo with such a side, the smile on his face faded, Geng Hang picked up the cup and touched it with him, "Brother Zhuo, you are so good, I am not afraid that she will not like you, maybe there is some misunderstanding. "