After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

"Shh - didn't I say not to say such things I don't like to hear?" Zhou Fu stood up while pressing the sofa cushion beside him, wiped his lips with his fingertips, and then embraced him in his arms: " If you want me to be an obedient and loyal dog, then you have to learn to give me some sweets, otherwise how can you blame me for wanting to overwhelm you from time to time? Isn't it?"

After finishing speaking, under Jiang Ran's disgusted gaze, he wiped off the pastry residue wiped from Jiang Ran's mouth on his fingertips.

It has to be said that this movement seems to carry some kind of desire, which makes Jiang Ran think wrongly, thinking that it seems that this incident can't be escaped, so he doesn't bother to do those futile struggles. Zhou Fu looked at the joke deeply, raised his hand and unbuttoned his pajamas, and said impatiently, "Okay, do you want sweets? Get out when you're done."

"..." Zhou Fu was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood what Jiang Ran was referring to.

He straightened up stiffly, looking at Jiang Ran with dark eyes, the rascal energy that was still humming just now disappeared suddenly, leaving only a pale and fragile face like thin paper.

In fact, Jiang Ran's speculation is completely reasonable. After all, everyone has been kidnapped and placed under house arrest. According to the usual plot development, it is self-evident what will happen next.

But to Zhou Fushen, Jiang Ran's move was like a slap in the face, causing his brain to roar in an instant.

At this moment, the criticisms against him in the entertainment interviews are still going on, but the obvious malice cannot be sharper than the calm boredom on Jiang Ran's face, and the exposed white skin in his sight is even more like a sharp knife , smashed his heart and lungs that were as self-willed and depraved as mud, and mercilessly split a trace in it.

——What he wants is just a little softened attitude, but in Jiang Ran's eyes, what he wants is superficial lust.

Even this tacit understanding between them can't communicate with each other.

Zhou Fu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He and Jiang Ran seemed to have become the most mocking and despised relationship between husband and wife—the two people who slept in the same bed were strangers, hated each other but didn't say it out loud. □ This kind of thing also came naturally from the depths of love, and became a routine. In order to get rid of the other wife, he could untie his belt casually. After venting, the two breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, in the indifference of no communication Both go to sleep.

This is the end of love - the tragedy of love is never life and death, but indifference.

...So that's it, Zhou Fu thought deeply.

He is no longer that Zhou Fushen who has countless halos and prides, but has suddenly become an ordinary and sad divorced man. In the face of an irretrievable marriage, any talents and achievements he has achieved so far in his life seem so empty and ridiculous.

Zhou Fu looked down at Jiang Ran who seemed to have come to his senses in his arms, and found sadly that even Jiang Ran, who made such a stabbing act, still exuded a fatal attraction in his eyes, and he would change it if he wanted to. As usual, he would roll with her on the sofa in an intimate manner, but now——he wanted to stand up and leave suddenly, but the sense of reality in his arms made him linger again, and he knew that if he If he made a mistake, no one would catch up to comfort him, so he was afraid that if he let go of his hand, the distance between the two hearts would become further apart, just like every time he sneered at Jiang Ran in the past four years, even though This kind of physical intimacy may not help at all, but now all he can do is to desperately hold on to the person in front of him, not daring to let go.

"What do you think I want to do?" Zhou Fushen murmured, "I can't do anything anymore..."

It's ironic for him to say this, but Jiang Ran vaguely understands it. After all, the result of this farce can be foreseen from the beginning, and the so-called final carnival is probably like this, and this is probably why Zhou Fushen always avoids this topic. I don't want to talk about the reason... But now Jiang Ran doesn't want to think about it any more, he just subconsciously felt a sudden blockage in his throat, but he finally attributed it to the fact that the pastry just now was too choking on his throat, but His attitude was not as impatient as before.

Even in this situation, Jiang Ran was a bit embarrassed, he put on his pajamas hat silently, and after a while he moved his lips, but said with a wooden face: " let me go."

Hearing that his tone was still so cold, and the sudden panic overwhelmed Zhou Fushen, he suddenly tightened his arms, and whispered in Jiang Ran's ear through the cloth: "Ran Ran, please, give me a chance to start over... "

Chance?How many more chances do I have to give you?You treat me as the BOSS in the copy of the game, can you continue to try various tricks to pass the level?Jiang Qi was so angry that he even wanted to laugh, but when his eyes touched the scenery outside the window, he suddenly seemed to have some inspiration in his heart, and even the resentment in his heart gradually calmed down. After construction, finally spit out a word slowly: "OK."

"!!"

Zhou Fushen raised his head suddenly, as if he had been electrified in an instant, all the depression disappeared in a blink of an eye, and his expression was almost ecstatic: "Ran Ran—" "But you are not allowed to get crazy with me anymore." Jiang Ran threw cold water in time .

Zhou Fushen calmed down very quickly, and immediately restrained his face as if he was being assessed by a civil servant, and asked, "What does it look like to be crazy in Ran Ran's eyes?"

Seeing his attitude of earnestly seeking solutions, Jiang Ran felt like being asked by a mental patient, 'Are you also a mushroom? ' Feeling confused, I was speechless for a while before I regained my voice, and said through gritted teeth: "You...you don't know what you did before? Or do you not remember after the onset of your symptoms?"

The moment his questioning gaze came over, Zhou Fushen's original feline-like probing gaze immediately retracted, and he lowered his head as if he felt ashamed.

"I'm sorry... Ran Ran, I'm just at a loss. I don't know what to do to make you forgive me..." Zhou Fushen covered his brows and eyes with his palm, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was choked with sobs, showing his handsome face again When looking at his face, his eyes were already flushed, and there was a flash of pity and haggardness inside: "Did I scare you?"

Hehe, actor.

Seeing his wonderful emotional transformation, Jiang Ran sighed in his heart, the world is so unfair - some people can't get what they want after working hard, but some people only need one action to achieve their goal a glance.

Even Jiang Ran was once a prisoner of the latter, but now, after many battles, he finally understands that the key to defeating the evil dragon is to transform into it first.

"What do you think? I lost consciousness not long after being held hostage in the car. When I woke up, I found that I was locked in a strange house, and everything had to be handled by others. This situation made me feel like a The string doll who can't help himself in the play house game..." Jiang Ran seemed to be complaining excitedly, and finally his voice trembled, carrying a few strands of grievance: "And the most terrifying thing is... even you make me feel strange , Zhou Fushen."

After all, he raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his eyes stubbornly, although there was nothing there.

In fact, Jiang Ran's acting skills are far-fetched and contrived in comparison, but the key to winning people's trust is not the truth, but whether what you tell is what the other party likes to hear.

And obviously Zhou Fushen was like this, he was obviously touched when Jiang Ran showed a soft attitude, he stroked Jiang Ran's hair and said with gloomy eyes: "... I did something wrong, Ran Ran, who am I to compare with?" I want to hold on to you, but I always use the wrong method."

Using the wrong method?At this moment, self-awareness is clear, but isn't it because of the hard lessons that I know the summary?Jiang Ran narrowed his eyes, even though he had already decided to make a fuss with Zhou Fushen, he didn't intend to go too far and let someone take advantage of him too much, so he waved Zhou Fushen's hand away, and said in a bad tone: "I don't want to Been here all day."

Zhou Fushen hesitated and said: "I remember Ranran said that if you have food and drink, you can stay at home for half a year without going out."

"I mean when you have a mobile phone and wifi at home!" Jiang Ran said angrily: "What's more, can the things you make be called food and drink? Just say that the cake you fed me just now, I still feel Loud throat! Why... why are you looking at the plate? I ate it all because there was nothing else to eat, do you have to starve myself to death before you admit that your cooking is bad?"

He was scolded for not being able to negotiate a price, and he would have misfired long ago if he wanted to let others go. That's a good batch."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Ran was annoyed by his virtue of being able to deal with everything, and said coldly, "Can I send you a pennant?"

Zhou Fushen remained silent, but said after a long while: "I will give it away when I am good at cooking, even if the taste is bad and it doesn't match the decoration, I will hang it on the bedside then."

"..." Jiang Ran found that he was still too easy to get ahead, and after holding back for a while, he suppressed the temper that wanted to explode, and instead pointed to the tea table to order him: "If you don't want me to change my mind, you should go away now Clean up the dishes and don't dangle in front of me!"

"Okay." Zhou Fushen didn't feel embarrassed about this instruction, and he carried it out very happily. He put away the dishes and chopsticks, and the sound of water came from the kitchen after a while.

Only then did Jiang Ran feel a lot better. Leaning on the sofa, he kept changing the channel with the remote control, trying to find some useful information from it. At the same time, he was also thinking about how to make Zhou Fushen relax. Control, and just as he was thinking hard, Zhou Fushen had finished washing the dishes and walked over. Jiang Ran heard the footsteps and was about to turn around to reprimand when a hand appeared in sight first, and handed over a tablet computer.

"I can't take out the phone. If Ran Ran feels bored, just play with this." Zhou Fushen untied the apron behind his back with the other hand, leaned down across the back of the sofa, and helped Jiang Ran turn on the screen and said: "There is already a connection on it." The Internet is good, and you can do whatever you want... But I want to remind you that, in order to prevent some unpleasant things from happening, I installed a small program in it. No matter what operations you perform on it, the results will be real-time Sync to my phone."

"..." After taking over the tablet, Jiang Ran was not surprised by this restriction, but he hated Zhou Fushen's posture of being in control all the time, so the first thing he did when he got the tablet was to turn on the rear camera to take pictures. He took a picture of Zhang Zhou Fushen wearing a small pastoral-style floral apron, and said, "Go to your phone first to see what kind of virtue you have!"