After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

As Jiang Ran said, he stood up holding the tablet, bypassed Zhou Fushen and prepared to go upstairs, and when he was done, he still ordered the other party to carry the giant chicken up to him, and he wanted to play games in it.

Having said that, when he returned to the bedroom where he first woke up, Jiang Ran's attention was still on the tablet in his hand, and he seemed to have completely forgotten about Zhou Fushen who was still holding the giant chicken cub and didn't know what to do with it.

After asking a few words, Zhou Fushen, who did not get a response, had no choice but to put the chicken cub on the ground first, hold his injured arm that was constantly experiencing tearing pain, and watched the blood smear on the bandage. There was a trace of cold air from the corner of his mouth, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

It was all worth it, he told himself.

Everything in the world has a price in his heart, which is convenient for him to measure how much he should pay, so he will not kneel down to pick up something that he labels as cheap, even if it is right in front of him.

And Jiang Ran is that inestimable treasure to him, so even if there is only a slight chance to hold him in his arms, he will try his best to pursue and dedicate it.

This sounds so moving, but the irony is that once Jiang Ran was just a fish-eye in Zhou Fushen's hands. When things don't go your way, those unparalleled tenderness and tenderness will disappear instantly, and you don't even know how you provoked him, but you just know that suddenly, ingenuity becomes unpredictable, unique insights become moody, he Always waiting for you to please with a cold face, slipping you around all the time, making you exhausted, but at the end of the tossing, you will find that no matter how humble you are to please him, there is no way to satisfy him.

It's like filling a bottomless pit.

It wasn't until one day that you finally couldn't bear it anymore and planned to leave with your hands. This person realized that you were the dusty pearl that he got by luck. His dark life was illuminated because of you, so if he leaves you now, he will die.

Poor and hateful.

Of course, if you want to ask Zhou Fushen whether he regrets what he did, he will naturally say that he regrets, but what he regrets is that he was too conceited and failed to play this game of chess well.

So once again, he must think twice and walk on thin ice.

And if this can't save the situation, then it is possible to let him burn the boat and burn everything.

The trance-like gaze gradually focused on the slightly trembling arm, Zhou Fushen raised his head with pale lips to look at Jiang Ran, who was standing in the sun with a beautiful color, and the infinite love immediately flowed to the limbs along with the blood vessels - as long as he can hold this person in his arms In the palm of his hand, he felt that his chest was filled, and it was no longer empty.

"Tsk." Being stared at fiercely, Jiang Ran couldn't ignore it. He endured his irritability, pointed at the bedside and said, "Why are you standing there? Why don't you put the chicken on it!"

"Okay." Zhou Fushen agreed, raised his arms and said, "But Ran Ran must let me wrap the wound first, otherwise it will be bad if blood gets on the doll."

As he said that, he took out the bandage from the apron, and simply wrapped it around his arm twice to ensure that the blood would no longer seep out, then lifted the giant chicken cub and stuffed it on the bed, neatly arranged.

"..." During the period, Jiang Ran watched silently, even though he understood what Zhou Fushen said just now was to hurt his heart, but when Jiang Ran's eyes touched the faintly visible crimson, he still felt that something was wrong. Taste, he turned his eyes away, first he felt a blockage in his chest, then he began to hate Zhou Fushen who made him have such complicated feelings, and even developed to want to return this uncomfortable feeling to the other party twice.

The emotions gradually became distorted, and Jiang Ran suddenly came back to his senses - what happened to him?

Dazed for a moment, Zhou Fushen had already stored the nest for him over there, Jiang Ran climbed up with a heavy heart, and when he was comfortably leaning against the chicken cub, the lightness of falling into the fluff immediately made him The indifferent brows and eyes stretched.

When Zhou Fushen saw his appearance, he seemed to be honored, and there was a doting smile that seemed to be absent from the corner of his mouth.

But as soon as Jiang Ran caught a glimpse of his expression, the soft and cute atmosphere in his body immediately subsided, he slid down, covered himself behind the little wings of the chicken doll, and said, "Go out, I'm scared when I see you panic."

"Okay, since Ran Ran said that..." Zhou Fushen didn't show any dissatisfaction, but he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he walked to the balcony and unlocked the sliding window for him, saying: "Noon The sun is just right, and you can go out to get some fresh air. The open-air balcony outside not only overlooks the best place by the sea, but also has a swimming pool. There are floating beds on it that allow you to stay on it all day... I remember Ranan Ran said that he likes this kind of comfortable feeling the most, and wants to find such a seaside vacation with nothing to do for a whole month after retiring in the future..."

"So you bought this house?" Jiang Ran raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No, Ran Ran." Zhou Fushen turned around with his back to the sun, and the outline outlined by the light was like an artistic scene in a movie: "I bought this island, I took over the failed tourism project, and solved it. After cleaning up the mess left by the local municipal planning, those investors were superficially grateful and wanted to send me a pennant, but I knew they were snickering behind my back that I was a lunatic... and that might be the truth, Ran Ran, as long as I can change Come and be happy, and that's worth it to me."

"........."

Even though the words are so romantic and moving, it cannot conceal that this is an unimaginably huge expenditure, and it is also very hidden. After all, when Ji Ming found out that he was in financial difficulties, he only thought it was because he funded the Penguin Breeding Center.

Therefore, Jiang Ran was obviously dumbfounded: "When...you took such a big plate, didn't you think about discussing it with me?"

He unconsciously sat up straight, squinted his eyes and stared at the humanity in front of him: "Zhou Fushen, is the bill you handed me every month in the past true or false?"

Zhou Fu smiled deeply, and walked over, kneeling on the side of the bed, "I'm not complaining about Ran Ran...but if I go to you to discuss things before buying something, or give you the bill clearly , then by next month I will definitely become unable to take out a single steel coin."

He paused, then leaned forward and said: "What's more, this island is a surprise. If Ran Ran hadn't divorced me, then we should have come here to spend a pleasant vacation on your birthday this year. Of course...it's not too late now."

Into his affectionate eyes, Jiang Ran stopped what he wanted to say, then picked up a pillow and threw it at Zhou Fushen's face: "Do you think I'm rare? A big sweet date, don’t you think you’re awesome and super witty?”

The pillow slid down, revealing Zhou Fushen's self-deprecating face: "No... Ran Ran, I think I'm so stupid, I used to be self-righteous, and failed your expectations and tolerance time and time again, so now I understand, it's hard to get over it, I don't I will make the same mistake again... If you can forgive me this time, I am willing to swear that I will only be the Zhou Fushen you like for the rest of my life."

Every word he said was tender and tender, more exciting than the most sensual movie plot, the atmosphere climbed to the peak, Zhou Fushen tentatively set his eyes on Jiang Ran's pale lips, and found that he didn't seem to be After resisting, he lowered his head and kissed her.

The intertwining of lips and teeth in a moment seemed to heat up the air all at once. Zhou Fushen had never felt so excited before. His heart was pounding like he was trying to kiss for the first time. He could even hear the sound of blood flowing clearly. When I was immersed in it, the tip of my tongue suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"Hiss—" He withdrew his body and wiped a strand of blood from his lower lip, but his first reaction was not anger, but raised his eyes to look at Jiang Ran cautiously.

Jiang Ran looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "It deserves it."

As he spoke, he held the tablet computer and fiddled with it. The room was filled with cheerful sound effects of Xiaoxiaole. Zhou Fushen looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression. I don’t know if this is a matter of course. When the balance in love begins to tilt, and the offensive and defensive sides are reversed, then any move of the other party will become a riddle that makes you toss and turn, making you ponder in confusion, waiting for the unreasonable mess. It turns into an invisible net and wraps you in it. You want to break free but can't understand it. In the end, you can only let it be tortured.

In short, it was now that he was being manipulated in the palm of his hand.

"I want to eat ice cream." Jiang Ran said without raising his head, "I want matcha flavor."

Zhou Fu patted his head deeply, as if he wanted to rua the cat owner who had just brought it home and was still on guard: "I bought it a long time ago, but I can't eat too much after I bring it, because ——" "Is it annoying?" Jiang Ran interrupted: "I just want to stay up late and eat sweets, and then I get sick at a young age, can you take care of it? Or are you afraid that I will get fat and make you sick?"

Zhou Fushen: "..."

With such a big hat on, even though Zhou Fushen had won several international debate championships back in college, he didn't dare to say anything now, and silently stepped back to get ice cream.

After he left, Jiang Ran immediately cut out Xiaoxiaole, and clicked on the social software grouping on the screen.

——Even though Zhou Fushen had blocked the road for him in advance, he still wanted to try it, even if he just read the news. After all, based on the normal driving distance, he should have arrived at his hometown in Jinzhou by now, Jiang Feng It is reasonable to call him to confirm his safety, but now it seems that there is no movement at all. I don't know if he was fooled by Zhou Fushen or what.

Thinking that when he clicked on WeChat, what popped up on the screen was a login prompt for Zhou Fushen's WeChat account. He clicked to switch accounts, but it required a mobile phone scan code for verification.

"Damn!" Jiang Ran cursed in a low voice, wondering what kind of retarded design this is, can I log in with a tablet if I have a mobile phone by my side?

Then he opened Weibo and QQ, but without exception, they all asked to fill in the mobile phone verification code.

Jiang Ran was completely convinced, thinking that it was no wonder Zhou Fushen gave him the tablet connected to the Internet so happily, probably because he was sure that he could not pass the news out, not to mention there was a monitoring program on it, thinking about his attempt just now It has been uploaded to Zhou Fushen's phone in one go.

Thinking like this, Jiang Ran lay in the chicken cub's arms holding his breath, and simply pressed all of them blindly, waiting for Zhou Fushen to come up and go crazy with him or have yin and yang.

But he didn't expect that he didn't know what to click on by mistake, and WeChat suddenly became a login status-of course, he logged into Zhou Fushen's account.

Jiang Ran was staring blankly, when a message popped up in the column of WeChat file transfer assistant:【Are you in a hurry? 】

"Grass!" Jiang gas sat up and threw the tablet heavily on the bed, but unfortunately there was nothing in the house to bear his anger, so he stopped on the spot for a while before picking up the tablet again.

After a while, Zhou Fushen came up with ice cream, his attitude was not as treacherous as Jiang Ran imagined, but he was still busy with Jiang Ran in a gentle and considerate manner, but after he got closer, Jiang Ran could smell the ice cream from him. Feeling a fresh smell of medicine, he looked at his arm again, and the bandage on it was also replaced with a clean one. It seems that his attempt did not affect his mood at all.

Also, in the eyes of the controller, the fuss that can't get over Wuzhishan is naturally funny and cute.

Jiang Ran scooped up the ice cream, quickly operating it with one hand on the tablet.

Zhou Fushen was very curious about his devotion, or rather—it was delicious, he said with a half-smile: "Does Ran Ran like playing with this thing so much?"

"Well, since you uploaded your WeChat to show me..." Jiang Ran repeated the operation in his hand and said, "Then I thought about doing something that I always wanted to do but didn't do."

Zhou Fushen's brows twitched slightly when he heard the words, he lifted his body and embraced Jiang Ran, and only then did he see clearly what he was doing on the screen - he was deleting friends in his WeChat.

"I don't like you gang of cronies." Jiang Ran sorted out one by one and clicked delete. Suddenly, he paused his fingers and stopped on a head portrait. It was a girl with a pretty face. Make-up, after clicking on the dialog box, you can find that she and Zhou Fushen have never stopped one-sided conversations, especially recently, calling 'Brother Fushen' and asking 'Are you there', all kinds of comfort, and 'I believe you would not do such a thing' and all kinds of empathetic speeches, and the image of a dog licking vividly appeared on the paper.

"Tsk, this is Qi Ye's cousin, right?" Jiang Ran mocked, "I think his cousin is so obvious, Qi Ye used to bring her out to our parties when he was fine, wishing he could bring her out to us. The words "want to pry the corner of the wall" are all written on the surface, who is this disgusting?"

As he spoke, he leaned into Zhou Fushen's arms, resting the top of his head against Zhou Fushen's chin, his appearance seemed intimate, but his eyes were cold, and he said, "Huh? Who do you think they are looking down on, Dafu?"