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Fu Zhongting's eyes narrowed sharply, and his deep eyes were full of light, as if staring at his own prey.

In the face of her beloved man, Zhong Jiaqi is in a mess at the moment, and her heart beats very irregularly. However, in front of him, she still tries to act as if nothing happened. She seems to be unmoved. Even in her blurred eyes, she still has a trace of determination to escape and be ready to leave at any time.

She has been afraid, afraid of their every moth to the fire, in exchange for the end of ashes.

His heart is too cold, how can she cover not hot, so some despair.

"Identity? Didn't you hear what you called me? Then I'll have to take care of you Fu Zhongting said, then dragged her to one side of the car.

Zhong Jiaqi was stunned and immediately scolded: "Fu Zhongting, you let me go. I call you the chief. It's polite. Do you really think you can do anything you want to me? You let me go

There is a gap between the strength of a woman and a man. Even if Zhong Jiaqi tries her best to resist, she can't resist. When a man raises his hand, he grabs her into the car like an eagle catching a chicken.

As soon as she got on the bus, the door was locked. Zhong Jiaqi glared at the man beside her: "what do you want to do? Where do you want to take me?"

In fact, Fu Zhongting had no idea what to do with her. However, Fu Zhongting was very angry because of her blatant and clamorous gesture. Moreover, he could not see her taking him as a stranger now.

At the moment of seeing her again, the heart in his chest, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to be a little more angry. There was a slight tension and joy that controlled him so much that he got rid of his usual proud reason and became ignorant.

Zhong Jiaqi looks at him with her eyebrows locked and helpless. It's funny and heartache. For so many years, he still doesn't understand her heart. Now, what kind of identity should they get along with.

"Chief fu..."

However, at the moment of Zhong Jiaqi's opening, the car started and ran forward at a high speed.

Zhong Jiaqi didn't fasten her seat belt. Because of inertia, the whole person leaned back and quickly grasped the handle on one side. She said unhappily, "how can I drive without saying a word?"

"Sit down." Fu Zhongting's speed was very fast, and the wind was so fast that Zhong Jiaqi held fire in her heart. Seeing his cold look, she didn't want to talk to him any more. Seeing how he could treat himself, she simply turned her head and looked out of the window.

The window reflects her more mature face, this face, still looks young, but her heart, already full of holes, and become strange to herself.

Looking back on his journey over the past ten years, it seems like a lifetime. It is too hard to fall in love with a man who should not be loved.

Unable to help it, she sighed. With endless fatigue and scars, Zhong Jiaqi felt that she was only 30 years old, but her mood was already very old, like she was 50 years old.

"Sigh what." Her sigh, which seemed to be absent, never escaped his ears.

Zhong Jiaqi turned her head after hearing the speech, staring at his bright and dark deep handsome face under the neon light outside, with a faint smile: "I just think that in the next life, I must find a man who falls in love with me first, and falls in love with a man who doesn't love himself. It's too hard. I don't want to experience it again. Maybe I'll be a woman waiting to be loved, and be happier." Then she turned her head out of the window.

Fu Zhongting's eyebrows wrinkled again. Her words made him suddenly feel disappointed. Is she completely disappointed now?

Silence all the way, but Zhong Jiaqi found that the car finally stopped in his private residence underground garage.

"Get out of the car." Fu Zhongting said in a deep voice.

Zhong Jiaqi smell speech, suddenly heart hit: "so late, I don't go up, the chief early rest."

She stretched out her hand to untie the seat belt, but the door could not be opened. She raised her head and looked at the man beside her in a little anxiety. She did not expect that he was calm and self-contained. Her eyes were staring at her deeply, which made people feel pressure in their hearts.

"Chief?"

Fu Zhongting sneered: "now I know how to call me the chief officer again. Didn't you just call me the chief officer just to be polite?"

Zhong Jiaqi suddenly choked. She didn't know how to answer the question. Her face was dry and hot. It was not so good to be faced by someone. Her face immediately some chat up: "that Mr. Fu, rest early, I go back first."

"Here we are. We have to go up and sit down." Fu Zhongting said again.

Zhong Jiaqi looked at him in disbelief. She suspected that something was wrong with her ears. This is not what Fu Zhongting, who she knew, would say.

"That I'd better not go if men and women don't accept each other, or if they are lonely and widowed. "

"Are you afraid?" Fu Zhongting suddenly leaned over to Zhong Jiaqi and trapped her between her seat and her chest. Zhong felt that the oxygen in the car was thin. At the same time, she felt unprecedented pressure. Her heart trembled, staring at the man close at hand. She could not help swallowing a mouthful: "I - what am I afraid of...""If you're not afraid, go up." Fu Zhongting coerces Zhong Jiaqi to get out of the car with a tough attitude. Zhong Jiaqi's heart is full of confusion. When she gets off the car, she suddenly reaches out and grabs Fu Zhongting's arm. She looks at the man in front of her in a complicated way: "chief Fu, do you know what it means to invite a single woman upstairs at night?"

Fu Zhongting's eyes are deep, and the deep dark eyes reflect Zhong Jiaqi's burning eyes.

Zhong Jiaqi thought he would not understand. Unexpectedly, he said, "yes, I'm not stupid. Let's go."

……

Now it's Zhong Jiaqi's turn to be surrounded. He can only be foolishly allowed to lead his own hand into the elevator until he stands at the door of his home. Zhong Jiaqi seems to have just recovered from the shock and looks at the open door in front of her, but her steps are hesitating and unable to move forward.

Fu Zhongting was waiting for her: "come in."

When the matter came to an end, she was counselled. This was not Zhong Jiaqi's style. Even though she was playing drums in her heart, a pair of joking eyes from Fu Zhongting gave birth to a solitary courage in Zhong Jiaqi's heart. She would not suffer any loss if she was afraid of anything.

There was only a pair of slippers at the door, which belonged to Fu Zhongting. Fu Zhongting put the slippers directly at Zhong Jiaqi's feet.

Zhong Jiaqi was a little surprised: "you gave it to me. What are you wearing?"

"No problem. I'll go barefoot and go back and buy a pair."

……

Fu Zhongting's feet are big, and Zhong Jiaqi is very generous in her slippers, but she still has a sour and sweet mood at the bottom of her heart.