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In fact, it's not that he didn't think about telling Fu Xin.

——I have been dealing with it for a long time, and I am used to taking responsibility. No matter what happens, I don't want to bother others. Even when facing Wu Zhuoyi, as long as it is something that can be solved by myself, Tang Ruan will try his best to report good things to him and not bad ones.

It's quite strange to say, obviously he used to be a pampered and willful young master, but now, he has also become a mature person who thinks about others first.

This change may sound cruel, but only Tang Ruan knows that everything is worth it.

He and his baby Sugar Bowl grew up together.

"How long do you think you can hide it from me?"

Fu Xin squeezed Tang Ruan's palm lightly, "Didn't I say that you can rely on me more."

Tang Ruan felt a little itchy from being pinched by him, couldn't help moving his fingers, and said in a small voice: "I didn't deliberately hide it from you"

He just doesn't want to talk about it!

Fu Xin nodded knowingly, "Well, you just don't want to talk about it."

Tang Ruan: ""

"Ruan Ruan, I know, you think you can deal with Bai Jinyu, and this is your own business, so you don't want me to intervene. But"

"but what."

Tang Ruan interrupted Fu Xin's words with a very tough attitude, "I can handle it already, but I plan to put him at the bottom of the fire and rub him repeatedly. Who, who made you troublesome, and put people Let me go..."

Fu Xin smiled, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault, but Ruan Ruan, you can tolerate him continuing to dangle under your nose like this, but I can't."

Fu Xin really can't do it.

After knowing the fucking things that Bai Jinyu did, he just felt that it was not enough to wrap this dog thing in flour, fry it in a pan until it was golden, and then throw it into the river to feed the fish. Ruan's side?

It's said that Bai Jinyu's methods are indiscriminate, but it's hard to guarantee that Tang Ruan will fall into his trap again if he doesn't pay attention.

Tang Ruan might not be afraid, and even wanted to confront him head-on.

But Fu Xin was afraid.

He would never allow Tang Ruan to be hurt again, not at all.

"Then why don't you just lock me up in a cage, and bring the best resources to me every day, I won't accept big Hollywood productions."

Fu Xin said "Hey", "Aren't you in the cage now?"

Tang Ruan glared at him, "What kind of cage?"

Fu? The king of earthy love stories? Xin: "Is the cage of my love for you?"

Tang Ruan: ""

It was already at this time, and he was a little hungry. After being urged by Fu Xin, it was a good job. Not only was he not hungry, but he was also a little sick.

Two people, no, the three sat quietly for a while, Fu Xin looked at Tang Ruan, Tang Ruan looked at the sugar pot, and the sugar pot was eating a big chicken leg in his dream.

"It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant..."

The sugar bowl rolled in Fu Xin's arms, biting his fingers and dreaming of eating silly music, his saliva almost flowed out.

"What a fat chicken leg, hehehe..."

Tang Ruan finally managed not to wake up the silly dumpling. Luckily, the chicken legs are fat, they must be fat canned legs.

After a while.

"I'm hungry."

Tang Ruan made a weak voice, "I want to eat Malatang, I really want it, I really want it?"

If it wasn't for his lack of strength, Tang Ruan would have started singing along the tune.

Originally, at this time, he should have finished his Malatang appointment with Meng Lang and Ye Xian. When he got home, he took a warm and hot bath, and then lay down on the bed full, fattening up and falling asleep.

Tang Ruan sniffed.

He had already had an illusion, and the smell of disinfectant in the hospital was a bit like the smell of spicy hot pot.

"Let me order a takeaway."

Fu Xin protected the sugar bowl with one hand, and took out the phone in his pocket with the other.

"I don't know if there is a Malatang shop near here."

Tang Ruan waved his hand weakly, "No need, let Zhuo Zhuo bring something to eat."

"It's late, Zhuo Zhuo has come."

Wu Zhuo was carrying a kraft paper bag in one hand and a large canvas bag in the other, looking dusty and exhausted.

"Zhuo Zhuo, you are here."

Tang Ruan pursed her lips, her face distressed, "Thank you for your hard work, Zhuo Zhuo, come and give me a hug?"

Before Fu Xin's face could be pulled down, Wu Zhuoyi had already exerted his super survival awareness.

"Don't hug me, you should hug this."

Wu Zhuo stuffed a kraft paper bag into Tang Ruan's arms, "I saw a 24-hour dumpling shop on the road, so I bought some for you two. Don't eat spicy soup at night, just eat some dumplings, there are still Soup, don't spill it."

Tang Ruanpa opened the paper bag, and found a box of wrinkled fish stuffing and a box of celery stuffing, both of which were his favorites.

"Zhuo Zhuo QAQ"

Holding the hot dumpling soup, Tang Ruan almost cried out.

"Ah Luo, this is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes. It is really his family's grave to marry you."