Quick Travel: The host only wants to make money

After being hung up on, Fu Qiongchuan sat in the car in a daze, his hand still in the position of making a phone call.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Fu Qiongchuan felt the coolness on his face. Then he took the phone off and touched his face, which was a little wet.

Fu Qiongchuan looked at the moisture on his hands, and his brain was a little slow. It took him a while to realize, was he actually crying?

But why?

His heart ached so much that it was almost convulsing. He held the clothes on his chest tightly with his hands, and the expensive suit was in a mess under his hands.

But Fu Qiongchuan seemed not to notice this now, only immersed in his own thoughts.

He felt so sad that he was about to die.

This kind of feeling, this kind of sadness has never happened before. Even when He Zhizhi passed away, he didn't seem to feel this way.

At that time, I just felt regretful, guilty, and hated myself. I hated that because of my ruthlessness, a young girl in her prime had lost her life.

But why this time?

When he thought of Xia Mian's last words, it was best to never see her again, his heart began to throb.

He couldn't control himself, just holding the clothes on his chest tightly with his hands, beating himself over and over again, just hoping that he could feel better.

However, it seemed to be a useless effort. Not only did it not relieve the pain, but it made me more awake, and more clearly recalled what Xia Mian said to herself on the phone, and how disgusted she was with herself.

When Ling Jue found Fu Qiongchuan, he was already drunk in the bar. He was lying on the bar, pouring one drink after another into his mouth. He looked like he was dying.

Ling Jue sighed, walked away from the crowd, and took the cup from his hand. The cup in Fu Qiongchuan's hand suddenly disappeared. He opened his confused eyes and glanced at Ling Jue.

He raised the corners of his lips, "Are you here? Come, let's have a drink together!"

As he said that, he was about to pick up the wine bottle on one side. Ling Jue took it to the other side before him. Looking at his appearance, he shook his head, "Stop drinking. If you drink any more, your stomach will bleed. Are you going to die?" "

Fu Qiongchuan smiled bitterly and rubbed his chest, "Ah Jue, you don't understand, I feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable!"

It was the first time that Ling Jue saw his good friend look like this dead. He had already learned the news from Fu Qiongchuan's assistant, saying that Fu Qiongchuan and Xia Mian had a fight and Xia Mian moved out of the house.

Ling Jue could think of what happened by thinking with his feet. He had told Fu Qiongchuan before and asked him to think clearly.

But what about the result?Fu Qiongchuan doesn’t listen!I'm still getting drunk here, now I know I regret it, why did I go there earlier?

Ling Jue grabbed his collar and said, "Who are you showing off to me now? Are you still right when you treat someone as a substitute? If I were Xia Mian, I would slap you hard!"

Fu Qiongchuan was drunk and unconscious. Ling Jue dragged him away angrily and put him into the car. Looking at Fu Qiongchuan like a dead dog, Ling Jue stroked his forehead.

I don’t know if he owed Fu Qiongchuan in his previous life. Why did he find such a person to be his brother?

Ling Jue took the person back resignedly, threw the person on the bed, threw the quilt directly on Fu Qiongchuan, closed the door and walked out.

The next day, Fu Qiongchuan opened his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar environment, covered his forehead, slowly sat up, and leaned against the bed.

Ling Jue pushed the door open and came in. He saw Fu Qiongchuan sitting there and handed him the bowl in his hand.

"Here, hangover soup."

Fu Qiongchuan took it and drank it, "Why am I here?"

Ling Jue rolled her eyes at him angrily, "You still have the nerve to ask? It's not like your assistant couldn't contact you yesterday and was worried that something might happen to you, so he called me. Finally, he found Ru, who was very drunk in a bar. If you are muddy, that is called decadence!"

Fu Qiongchuan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ling Jue kicked him twice, "Hey! What's your plan? Where's Xia Mian?"

Fu Qiongchuan smiled bitterly, "You were right before, I am a scumbag, and Xia Mian was right, I am just disgusting. I wanted to find the shadow of Zhizhi in Xia Mian, but in Xia Mian's company day by day, I couldn't find it. , lost myself, and just when I gradually couldn’t tell the difference, reality would give me a hard blow and wake me up.”

Ling Jue looked at Fu Qiongchuan like he was looking at a stupid son who failed to live up to expectations, "Sooner or later, the paper will not be able to contain the fire. It will be a matter of time for Xia Mian to know the truth, but I think you need to think about it carefully. Think about it." Who do you really love? I think you are attracted to Xia Mian."

Fu Qiongchuan was stunned, him?Are you attracted to Xia Mian?

When he heard what Ling Jue said, Fu Qiongchuan thought that he liked He Zhizhi after feeling guilty and brainwashing himself for a long time.

So Fu Qiongchuan immediately denied this statement, "How is it possible? What I like is Zhizhi, how could it be Xia Mian?"

As a psychiatrist, Ling Jue felt that if he couldn't understand this, he didn't think he would have to be a doctor.

This stupid brother of his still can’t see through his own heart!

Fu Qiongchuan shook his head, "I like Zhizhi. As for Xia Mian, I will compensate her."

Ling Jue gritted his teeth. Seeing Fu Qiongchuan's stubbornness, he wanted to stand up and dunk on his head.

Why is this person so stubborn?

Stubborn?

Are you still eating old food?

Ling Jue decided to help his good brother face his own heart. Seeing Fu Qiongchuan's current state, Ling Jue suddenly wanted to thank Xia Mian.

Because he knew how to persuade Fu Qiongchuan to treat his illness.

Maybe this incident is a breakthrough, Xia Mian is Fu Qiongchuan's medicine, maybe Fu Qiongchuan will no longer have to trap himself in a cage named He Zhizhi and torture himself day after day.

"Achuan, are you sure you really like He Zhizhi? If that's the case, then why did you refuse He Zhizhi's confession before? If you really like He Zhizhi, why did you grow up together with him? In those ten years, you never showed your feelings to her?"

Fu Qiongchuan was stunned by Ling Jue's sudden sharp words. He clenched his hands unconsciously, and the noisy sounds in the hospital at that time reappeared in his mind.

It seemed as if I saw the scene where the lights went out at the door of the operating room again. He Zhizhi was lying on a small bed, covered with a white cloth and was pushed out.

Underneath Aunt He's hoarse voice, Uncle He's eyes were full of disappointment, and the driver who caused the accident was begging for mercy.

Fu Qiongchuan couldn't control his hands and had to cover his ears. It was too noisy, it was really too noisy!

The noise gave him a splitting headache!