Are you in love?the kind of life

Under the dim streetlight at the gate of the community, Hei Xiaoxiao stared straight at him with a pair of dark brown eyes, his eyes were cold, and he said: "What kind of identity do you tell me you care about me? What kind of identity can make you Send someone to follow me? Mr. Fu, you have such a big face!" His voice was cold, full of endless resentment, like a sharp knife with a cold luster, piercing straight into him heart.

Under the light, the man's face was pale, his tall figure seemed to be crumbling, and his voice was hoarse: "Xiaoxiao..."

Hei Xiaoxiao listened to his words, his heartbeat stopped suddenly, but the corners of his lips kept rising, the light in his eyes turned cold, and he said, "Finally don't pretend, Francis?"

Fu Yao listened to his words, lowered his head, his face hidden in the shadows was covered with a pained expression for a moment, and the hand hanging by his side tightened again and again: "I'm sorry..." He said, this sentence of sorry contains There are too many incomprehensible affections, even he himself doesn't know whether he is apologizing for not saying goodbye, or for pretending not to know each other when they met before, or for the time they have been together. Hei Xiaoxiao apologized for following the other party privately, but Fu Yao understood that no matter which one, Hei Xiaoxiao would never forgive him.

"Heh..." Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the man with his head bowed in front of him, his breath was trembling, but he still sneered, saying sorry was the answer he gave him, the apple bag in his hand was deformed by himself, Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly, "I don't care, take your apology and get out."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. The man behind him was still standing there with his head down, not following up. Hei Xiaoxiao's eyes were slightly red. There is indeed still a little hope left in Xiaoxiao's heart, no matter what Hei Zhe and Luo Heng say, he has always insisted, that person will give him an explanation, and he will always give the other party another chance.

He is a man with a hard tongue and a vicious tongue, especially when he is angry, he is covered with thorns, and he speaks completely recklessly. Because of this, he often hurts himself when he hurts others. Everyone around him has said about him, Li Ao said However, the two adults in the family have also said that Hei Xiaoxiao also knows that this is not good, but he can't control himself. When dealing with outsiders, he can still maintain a gentle and distant appearance because the other party has little relationship with him. But once he faced someone close to him and cared about him, he had nothing to do.

Francis grew up with him, and he has a clear understanding of his temperament. He doesn't believe that the other party doesn't know what he thinks in his heart, but even so, he doesn't intend to give himself an explanation, just use a simple sentence I'm sorry, I just want to put an end to the past that the two of us can ignore, it's really okay...

Hei Xiaoxiao sniffed, and two drops of warm liquid were on the tip of his shoes. Just as he walked to the front of his house, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps behind him. Hei Xiaoxiao heard the hurried voice behind him Breathe, without turning around.

The man behind him didn't speak, just grabbed his hand, stuffed a bouquet of flowers into his hand, then turned and left.

Hei Xiaoxiao lowered his head, looking at the things in his hands, his tears suddenly became uncontrollable, like a faucet turned on, no matter what he couldn't stop, he was a 23-year-old man after all, but he was crying so hard at this moment No image.

The bouquet of red plastic roses in his hand bloomed quietly and recklessly under the light, and a little bear sitting in the middle was holding a red heart, with a naive expression, looking at him foolishly, and there was a piece of paper beside him , the fractures are uneven, as if torn from a book, and there are a few business English on the back.

Hei Xiaoxiao's eyes fell on it, and he reached out to pick it up. There was a series of numbers written on the folded paper, and there was a paragraph, the person who wrote it should be a little anxious, and there were messy consecutive strokes between the characters.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoxiao, if you give me some time, I can explain all of this, and don't ignore me."

Signed: Francis

Hei Xiaoxiao's fingers pinching the paper tightly, without saying anything, opened the door and walked in.

The reddish-brown door was closed with a "click", and Fu Yao, who was hiding behind the lamppost, came out. With deep blue eyes, he took a deep look at the lighted house before him, turned and left.

After traveling through most of the city, the silver-gray car stopped in front of a three-story European-style villa on the outskirts of the city. The white door slowly opened, and the car drove in and parked in the garage. After the man came out, a silver-haired butler was standing Outside the garage, wearing a black tuxedo, folded his hands in front of him, and saluted him respectfully when he saw him come out.

"Master."

Fu Yao looked at the butler in front of him who was over fifty years old, and nodded.

"Master asked me to tell you that he is waiting for you in the study."

Fu Yao thought about the old man with white hair, nodded: "I see."

After entering the villa and changing into the slippers handed by the servant, Fu Yao went up to the third floor, came to the door of the study in the corner of the corridor, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The old man's voice sounded like a bell. Fu Yao pushed open the door and walked in. Looking at the old man lying on the rattan chair by the window, he walked over and called out respectfully, "Grandpa."

The old man on the wicker chair had a pure face from country Z, with gray hair and eyebrows, and was wearing a black Tang suit with silver dark lines. He opened his eyes after hearing the voice, and looked at the grandson of the Fu family who didn't look like him at all. , opened the mouth and said: "Come on, sit down."

Fu Yao nodded, and sat down on the sofa next to him. The old man sat up from the wicker chair, looked at Fu Yao with a pair of wise and clear eyes: "today's Christmas Eve, since your parents passed away, the Fu family has I haven’t done this before, and I’m not interested in these foreign festivals, so I didn’t pay much attention to it, but I forgot about you, if you want anything, just tell the housekeeper and let him prepare it for you.”

Fu Yao shook his head: "No need, I think this is fine now."

Mr. Fu looked at him, and finally sighed: "I heard that you recently had someone secretly follow the Hei family's son?"

Rao knew that Grandpa couldn't hide this matter for a long time, but when he heard the other party getting straight to the point, Fu Yao frowned imperceptibly: "It's protection."

Old man Fu looked at him, of course he knew that the other party's fabled fiancée was restless recently, and even her father was starting to move around.

"I shouldn't have listened to you in the first place and put you in danger. If your parents knew that I let you do things like this, they should blame me again."