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When his hand touched the cold screen, he felt a shock in his heart. He stared at his pale fingertips in disgust, and said coldly, "What kind of stupid am I doing? I want to go through the screen through the screen?" Touching a hostage I captured back?"

Even with this thought in his heart, his eyes stayed on the screen for a full five seconds before withdrawing.

After he had completely dealt with everything, it was already four or ten minutes later, Ruan Qianya still buried her head like that, as if she had no intention of waking up.

Fu Zhirong turned off the screen on the tablet, walked downstairs quickly, stopped in front of the study, and pushed open the door softly.

What the eyes actually see is different from what the tablet sees.

The bright moon rose on the sea outside the window, and the moonlight poured in along the window lattice, flooding the room.

Accompanied by the sound of rustling waves outside, the moonlight seemed to have turned into a corpse, making the sound of waves as if flowing.

Ruan Qianya's body was covered with a layer of pale golden light by the table lamp, as if she was hugged by a warm table lamp, her body exuded a holy and harmless light.

There was an original copy of "A Brief History of Humanity" on the table in front of him. She should have read it carefully, and there were a few comments on it.

Her fonts are also very beautiful, different from the delicate fonts of girls, but with the kind of power that penetrates the back of the paper.

Fu Zhirong stood beside her, carefully tracing her eyebrows and eyes, thinking about what kind of person Ruan Qianya was during the more than 20 years that he had not known her.
What method did Jing Yihong use to take her into his own?

Fu Zhirong himself didn't realize that he was in a soft and somewhat superfluous state of mind at this time. Such thinking had never happened to him in the past 20 years.

He never cared about anyone's past, anyway, in his eyes, everyone is just divided into usable and unusable.

He spent so much effort to get Ruan Qianya into his own hands, the main purpose was to get her amnesia, and then use her as a sharp blade to go back and capture Jing Yihong's information.

In his plan at the beginning, Ruan Qianya was nothing more than a tool man treated as a spy, and his main goal was Qi Sheng in Jing Yihong's hands.

But now, he actually doesn't want to return Ruan Qianya to Jing Yihong again.

If he could maintain such a delicate and strange balance with her, it would be a kind of pastime in his boring life.

There was a thick carpet on the floor of the study, Fu Zhirong walked on it without making a sound, he lightly put his hands through Ruan Qianya's body, and hugged her up.

Ruan Qianya herself didn't expect that she would really fall asleep, and she woke up immediately after being hugged by Fu Zhirong.

The "Jing Yihong" in her mouth almost blurted out, and when he saw Fu Zhirong's face, he changed his words: "Am I asleep?"

Ruan Qianya's face still had the confusion and childishness of just waking up, she rubbed her eyes foolishly, and looked at Fu Zhirong mistyly.

"Yeah, I fell asleep not long after I entered the study. I slept for at least an hour. Are you that sleepy?"

There was a smile on Fu Zhirong's face unconsciously. When he said this, he realized that he had inadvertently exposed that he had been monitoring Ruan Qianya.

However, the expression on Fu Zhirong's face did not move at all, as if there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Ruan Qianya has naturally captured the information in his words.

She sneered in her heart, she guessed correctly, even if Fu Zhirong left her here alone, he would keep watching her.

However, she still had a confused expression on her face, as if she didn't understand the meaning of Fu Zhirong's words, she said lazily: "It's all because the books in your study are too profound. I fell asleep after reading a few books."

"Didn't you still talk about going to the beach at noon today? You probably won't be able to go tonight."

Ruan Qianya's face accurately showed a bit of loss and exhaustion: "I really wanted to go, but I'm too sleepy now, let's talk about it tomorrow."

She can't show great expectations and yearning for something, all reactions must be natural to the extreme.

For her now, the most important thing should be exhaustion.

"But today's stars are beautiful." Fu Zhirong leaned close to her ear, "Let's go, you won't be sleepy later."

Ruan Qianya couldn't figure out what Fu Zhirong was thinking, but she really wanted to go out more.

She nestled in Fu Zhirong's arms and remained silent for a moment, as if she was struggling, and finally nodded with difficulty: "Then let's go."

Fu Zhirong hugged her and walked out the door. He had been busy all this time, and he didn't know where the time came from. He actually set up tables, chairs and food outside.

It has to be said that in this respect, Fu Zhirong is simply very talented, no matter whether he has done this to other women before, but such thoughtfulness and care are beyond the reach of many normal people.

What about someone who lacks empathy like him?

Ruan Qianya finally stepped out of the door. She observed it secretly in the night, and she was disappointed to find that this place is a peninsula.

And in her memory, she doesn't seem to have any impression of this island at all.

Ruan Qianya hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Where is this place?"

Fu Zhirong put her on the chair, and gave him a meaningful look: "Bensha Island, I bought it on a whim one day."

"Well." Ruan Qianya nodded, "Although I have amnesia, I have a vague impression of the place, and I feel that I have never heard of this place in my subconscious."

Ruan Qianya tried every step of the way, trying to follow Fu Zhirong's words.

Fu Zhirong didn't fall into his trap at all, but said evasively: "I'm already very lucky that you can speak and communicate with people normally, it's nothing if you can't remember these things."

Ruan Qianya was a little disappointed and didn't continue to speak. She knew that Fu Zhirong hadn't let go of her guard.

After a while, Fu Zhirong continued: "Before your accident, we lived in a place called Mangcheng, which is about a few thousand kilometers away from Mangcheng."

Ruan Qianya raised her eyes and looked at Fu Zhirong in confusion, as if she couldn't quite understand the meaning of thousands of kilometers.

She narrowed her eyes: "Mangcheng? I don't know why when I heard this word, I felt a familiar yet strange feeling in my heart."

"Don't worry," Fu Zhirong looked at Ruan Qianya with a half-smile under the moonlight, "There are your painful memories there, and I won't let you go back."

Ruan Qianya's heart seemed to be lifted by someone, and it was pounded heavily again, and the pain began to uncontrollable.

But she still had that confused and ignorant expression on her face, and she nodded lightly.

Fu Zhirong's hand stretched out in the darkness, and gently grabbed Ruan Qianya's fingertips.