Chapter 692

Zhao Yang frowned and stared at the man in front of him. After seeing his face clearly, his heart suddenly missed a beat.

"Fu Chen?"

She pushed the man's arm, but the other side not only did not loosen it, but also tightened it a little bit.

Fu Chen pressed her arm to the wall, and her lips slowly came close to her face, and stopped at a distance of one centimeter away from her.

Dark and unpredictable eyes staring at Zhao Yang tightly, he sneered and said, "you said it has nothing to do with me, then you have something to do with him?"

"Not... Not what you think!"

Zhao Yang turns his head to one side and doesn't want to face him any more, but he is still arguing for himself.

"Not what I thought? Ha ha, do you know what I think? "

Fu Chen raises a hand, grabs her chin, and forces her to face her eyes again. The fluctuating emotions at the bottom of her eyes startle Zhao Yang.

He stroked her white cheek with a gentle gesture, as if the palm of his hand were a fragile treasure.

"What do you want to do?"

For Fu Chen in front of him, Zhao Yang feels very strange and can't figure out his purpose at all.

If he has feelings for himself, how can he establish a relationship with others after that night.

If he has no feelings for himself, how to explain the scene now?

Zhao Yang felt that his head was about to explode, and he had no idea what the situation was.

"I'll let you know what I want to do."

In a cold tone, Fu Chen stares at Zhao Yang's face, but in his heart he scolds himself. He is really crazy.

Cold lips pasted Zhao Yang's warm lips, Fu Chen leaned over Zhao Yang's waist with his arms, and held her tightly to his arms.

Zhao Yang closed his eyes with trembling when Fu Chen kisses him. If this is a dream, let her sink in it and never wake up.

Lips intertwined, repeatedly rolling, do not know exactly how long, pay dust will Zhao Yang let go.

He stepped back two steps, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, and leaned against the wall, silent in the dark corridor.

A moment later, Zhao Yang gave a slight smile. She looked at the man opposite, and there was a tremor in her voice.

"I'll forget today. I know it's your impulse and you're confused. "

Fu Chen threw the cigarette to the ground, raised one foot and twisted it. He went to Zhao Yang and raised her chin with one finger.

"If I say it, I'm sober. I know exactly what I'm doing now. What other excuse can you find to escape me? "

Every word fell on Zhao Yang's heart, like a stone, causing layers of ripples.

If she hadn't met Fu Chen's new girlfriend the day before, she might have thrown away her armor and revealed her heart.

However, this world does not exist, if it has actually happened, how can she hypnotize herself to believe his sincerity?

"Sober? Are you sure you're awake now? Well, I ask you, "what about your girlfriend?"

Zhao Yang sneers and looks directly at Fu Chen's eyes. The meaning of ridicule in his eyes is very strong. Maybe he likes her, but he also likes that woman, right?

Fu Shao's Playboy really deserves his reputation.

"She... I..."

Hearing her question, let Fu Chen for a moment, mu Peihan's appearance comes to mind, like a fatal temptation, attracting him to approach her and understand her.

He was not sure how much he felt for her.

So there is no way to give Zhao Yang any commitment.

In the end, I can only squeeze out a sentence from my teeth, even I feel funny.

"I'm... I'm responsible for her..."

Words have not finished, just listen to a "pa", a slap fell to the face side of pay dust.

Clear and crisp sound, instantly let two people wake up.

Zhao Yang forced to bite his lips, and even could see a trace of blood under his teeth.

She looked at Fu Chen coldly, without any emotion. The disgust in her eyes surprised him.

"Master Fu Chen, women are not playthings. Please take your feelings seriously and don't let me look down on you!"

After all, doesn't he mean that he wants both and can't tell who he loves more?

Fu Chen stood there in a daze, forgetting to make any response for a moment. Zhao Yang pushed himself away and ran up the stairs. The distant footsteps echoed in his ears.

After a long time, he stroked his fiery right face and began to laugh at himself.

Good game.

If he stood in the perspective of Zhao Yang, he might beat himself up.

Fu Chen took off his suit, threw it on his shoulder, and walked out of the corridor with a slight stagger.

There are not many places he can go at this time.

I'm afraid I'll be scolded by him for looking for Jing chihan. It's better to go to a bar and get drunk and forget all the things tonight.

After making up his mind, Fu Chen got into his car and drove to the left bar bar of s city at a very fast speed.

Zhao Yang stood by the window, watching the cabaret draw a lightning line in the night, and then disappeared in front of his eyes.

She put her arms around her chest, and her eyes filled with tears. Finally, it seemed that she could not bear such sadness, and the crystal tears fell from her eyes.

The needle on the wall pointed to nine o'clock. She wiped away her tears and took the mobile phone from the desk.

I don't know what Jos is doing now, but she really needs someone to talk to.

After a moment's hesitation, she finally found out Jos's number from her address book and pressed the green dial key.

In the ward, joss just came back from Xiaotian's ward. Indeed, as Jing zhehan said, Xiaotian's injury is not serious, and she can be relieved.

There was a slight vibration in the palm of the hand holding the mobile phone. Joss looked down at the mobile phone. The name on the screen: Zhao Yang.

She looked up at jingchihan leaning against the head of the bed, shook the mobile phone screen at him, then sat on the chair beside the bed and connected the phone.

"Hello, Zhao Yang?"

Zhao Yang tried to be calm, but his voice still had a slight invisible tremor.

"What are you doing? Are you busy? "

Accustomed to Zhao Yang's ridicule, I suddenly heard her so serious words, especially her crying voice.