Stealing the moonlight into my arms

The door to the interrogation room was opened.

Fu Runing heard the noise and raised her eyes slightly. The glaring light above her head suddenly went out, and her eyes suddenly fell into darkness, and she could not see anything clearly.

She just stared blankly at the blurry figure walking in.

This person had a familiar aura about him.

As the man approached, Fu Runing finally saw his face clearly.

She couldn't think of an opening line, so she couldn't just say, "What a coincidence, we meet here again."

Xiao Jingting looked at her pale face in silence. She was wearing thin clothes and her eyes were staring at him, without saying a word.

The man took off his coat and put it on her.

Fu Runing's shoulders shrank.

Xiao Jingting held her hand, and the coldness of her hand made him frown.

Fu Runing said in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch it, your hands are dirty..."

She tried hard to pull her hand back.

Her hands were stained with the wretched man's blood, and the blood had dried on her hands. Just looking at it reminded her of that disgusting room.

"Can you walk?" Xiao Jingting asked her in a low voice.

Fu Runing nodded.

It had been a long time since she heard him speak to her in this tone, and she was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.

Xiao Jingting hugged her shoulders and helped her up.

In the bathroom, Fu Runing stood in front of the sink, letting the warm water wash over her hands.

I've been frozen for so long that my fingers seem to have lost all feeling.

The man standing next to her rolled up his sleeves and carefully washed the blood off her hands.

Xiao Jingting's fingertips slid across her palms and fingertips, carefully cleaning every inch of her hands until there was no trace of filth on them.

After drying her hands, he wrapped her fingers in his palm again, his eyes resting deeply on her face.

Fu Runing moved her fingers, which had regained consciousness. She looked at Xiao Jingting and asked, "Is that person dead?"

"not yet."

When Xiao Jingting said these two words, his eyes were full of gloom.

Fu Runing nodded. That was good. It wasn’t too troublesome.

"Can I go home?"

She looked at Xiao Jingting and said this subconsciously.

Come back home.

The man took her out of the police station. It was already past two in the morning.

The cold wind of the early spring night blew on Fu Runing's face, and she still felt cold, extremely cold.

After signing, Fu Jinbei came out in a hurry and muttered something in her ear, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

She just tugged at Xiao Jingting's sleeve lightly, and the man looked down at her.

She curled the corners of her lips helplessly.

"Hold me, I can't walk anymore."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, and seemed to carry a hint of coquettishness.

Xiao Jingting's eyes darkened, and he immediately reached out to support her, and picked her up sideways before her legs gave way and she fell.

Fu Runing likes to hold on. If she really couldn't do it, she wouldn't make such a request.

……

The car sped all the way back to Shengzhou City.

Fu Runing leaned on Xiao Jingting's shoulder and listened to her second uncle cursing all the way.

The man next to her was tense and didn't say a word after getting in the car.

She held up her heavy eyelids and whispered in Xiao Jingting's ear, "Go back to Xiyuan."

Xiao Jingting didn't say anything, just listened to her continue: "Chen Ming is Weng Yuqing's cousin. I don't believe this happened by accident. I have to make them pay something."

She had been thinking about it for a long time during those few hours at the police station. The room card was given to her by Chen Ming's assistant. When the time comes, they will definitely push an assistant out to take the blame and clear themselves of all charges.

Xiao Jingting listened to her words, and annoyance rose between his brows. "Fu Runing, I don't need you to plan for me all the time. What kind of coward do you think I am?"

"You don't know how to cry, I'll cry for you."

Her voice was soft and had a slightly joking tone.

Before she could finish her words, the man frowned, pulled up the blanket covering her, and hugged her tightly again.

"Close your eyes and get some sleep."

His throat rolled over and he tried his best to control his emotions, but the blue veins on the back of his hand betrayed his calmness at the moment.

Fu Runing closed her eyes obediently. It had been a long time since she heard Xiao Jingting speak to her like this, with his straight man's concern.

Fu Zheng was like this before. He was just a little cold-tempered, but he would occasionally offer that kind of straight-man comfort.

I still remember that after Maomao died at home that year, he made a replica of the same puppy out of felt, placed it on her desk, and told her not to cry anymore, otherwise she would go blind.

On the one hand, she felt that Fu Zheng could not say anything good, but on the other hand, she felt that he was a good person.

Fu Runing opened her eyes and stared at the profile of the man who was so close to her.

It would be great if he had always been just Fu Zheng.

……

Shengzhou.

Fu family villa.

Wen Lan was restless at home all night, and finally a car drove into the yard.

Xiao Jingting got out of the car holding Fu Runing.

Upon seeing this, Wen Lan immediately went forward to check on his daughter, "Ningning, how are you? Are you hungry or thirsty? Second Auntie, can you make something to eat?"

Fu Runing forced herself to smile and replied, "Second Aunt, I'm fine. I'm just very sleepy and want to sleep."

"Then go quickly!"

Xiao Jingting held Fu Runing and walked quickly towards her room.

Perhaps it was because she was in a familiar environment that her tense nerves finally relaxed and her heavy eyelids closed.

Xiao Jingting put her on the bed with gentle movements, but his brows were never relaxed.

Wen Lan dug out a set of pajamas from the closet and said, "Jing Ting, let me help Ning Ning change her clothes. She always likes to be clean."

Xiao Jingting's eyes were deep, and he said in a calm voice: "Second Aunt, it's already late, you go and rest, I'll be here."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the bathroom. When he came out, he had brought out a basin of warm water.

Wen Lan didn't say anything after seeing this. He just gave a few worried instructions before turning around and leaving the room.

Xiao Jingting took off Fu Runing's clothes. She frowned uncomfortably, but she was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes.

The man wrung out the towel, washed her body, helped her change into her pajamas, and buttoned them one by one.

The air conditioner in the room was set to a very high temperature. After doing all these things, Xiao Jingting was sweating. He went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and came out.

Fu Runing lay quietly on the bed, as if she was silent.

It's rare to see her so calm.

Xiao Jingting lifted the quilt and got into bed. He reached out to test the temperature of her forehead, then reached into the quilt to hold her hand.

Fu Runing's hands and feet were cold, and no matter how she covered them all the way, they didn't get better.

The man lay down, took her into his arms, and wrapped his big hands around her slightly cold hands.

……

Near dawn, Fu Runing developed a fever and her face turned an abnormally red.

When it was bright, Xiyuan's family doctor hurried over, followed closely by Mrs. Xiao Song Huizhen, who came from Xiyuan.

After taking the old lady's pulse, Doctor Gao turned to her and said, "You've been frightened too much. You're feeling anxious and palpitating. You've lost your energy and blood. You need to take good care of yourself for the next two days."

Song Huizhen nodded and said, "Lao Gao, thank you for your hard work."

Dr. Gao took out the acupuncture bag and gave Fu Runing acupuncture to reduce her fever.

Xiao Jingting stood aside, his eyes fixed on the needle in her hand, his hands hanging by his side clenched.

After a long time, Dr. Gao put away the acupuncture bag, stood up and left the room.

Xiao Jingting was the only one left in the room.

He sat down beside the bed, his eyes fixed on her sleeping face, his rough fingertips gently stroking the back of her hand.

Fu Runing is afraid of pain. Normally, she would scream at the slightest pain. Of course, this was just an exaggeration. But when it really hurts, she would just tell people around her with a nonchalant look that it doesn't hurt.

His eyes grew colder and colder.