Domineering daddy bullying into the door

Wen Tong covered his head and buried his head in his knees in pain.

Fu He finally realized that something was wrong with Wen Tong, and wanted to support her, but Wen Tong grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

When Wen Tong looked up at him, her eyes were scarlet and terrifying, and she asked him over and over again, "Was it you that night?"
"is that you!"
Fu He frowned, looked at Wen Tong's appearance, and said without hesitation: "It's me."
Wen Tong's strings that were on the verge of collapse suddenly loosened, she lowered her head and murmured: "It's you."
"It's fine if it's you."
"If it's not you, who else could it be?"
In addition to this answer, there is another answer that Wen Tong can't even think of!

Wen Tong twitched the corners of her mouth and broke away from Fu He's hand. She slowly closed her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking or suppressing.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fu He sent a message to Ning Lingyou.

"Miss Wen, you can come in." The nurse said.

Wen Tong touched his belly, grabbed his clothes with his hands, and said calmly, "Sorry, I suddenly don't want to have surgery today."
The nurse froze for a moment.

Wen Tong looked at Fu He, with a forced smile on his face, "I regret it, shall we go back first?"
Fu He looked at Wen Tong for a while before asking: "Are you sure?"
Wen Tong nodded.

Fu He stood up, gestured to the nurse, and pushed Wen Tong out.

Along the way, neither of them spoke.

Wen Tong didn't speak, neither did Fu He.

Fu He is really a man of few words, and of course Long Li is too.

But these two people who talk less have different feelings.

One didn't want to say it, and the other didn't bother to say it.

One indifferent, one indifferent.

Feeling carefully, the two are actually not alike at all.

Before getting into the car, seeing that Wen Tong didn't respond, Fu He took the initiative to say, "I'll carry you up."
Wen Tong didn't say a word.

A trace of worry flashed across Fu He's eyes, and then he bent down and hugged Wen Tong to the co-pilot.

After he got in the car, just as he was about to start the car, Wen Tong suddenly laughed.

"How did you get so fast?"
Fu He ignored Wen Tong, started the car, and when passing through the dark parking lot, he heard Wen Tong's voice coming slowly:
"So nasty when you were wearing the mask, so different from what you are now."
"How the hell did you figure it out?"
"I found a problem. You are normal without a mask. In fact, you are not annoying at all, and you are even polite to others."
Wen Tong didn't know if he was talking to Fu He or to himself, he kept talking without stopping.

The tone is calm.

But Fu He had a faint bad feeling.

"Why don't you talk?" Wen Tong seemed very dissatisfied with Fu He's silence, "Can a person change so much?"
Fu He finally responded, "Don't you want me to do this?"
He slowed down the speed of the car, glanced at Wen Tong, "Reconciliation, shouldn't it be like this?"
Wen Tong's eyes were full of doubts, and there was still a trace of struggle.

Fu He's eyes deepened, "Or, do you want us to go back to the way we were before?"
Wen Tong quickly said: "Of course not, don't get me wrong!"
Fu He's words obviously meant a lot, and Wen Tong instantly thought of some shameful images. Wen Tong glanced at Fu He, seeing Fu He's indifferent and serious face all the time, she couldn't help but sneered: "A beast in clothes. "
Fu He didn't respond, and let Wen Tong curse in a good temper.

Fu He's sentence "Back to the past" calmed Wen Tong's chaotic mood a lot.

Beasts, or beasts.