Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Tang Ruan once imagined how he would feel if he and Fu Xin met again.

Gritting her teeth, she hated him to the bone, but she still couldn't let her go.

But now, when the man who had made him dream about for ten years, but pushed him into the abyss with his own hands, was standing in front of him, Tang Ruan found that he had no emotions at all. 1

His heart was like a pool of stagnant water, and Fu Xin was just a small stone that couldn't cause a ripple on the lake.

The heart is calm, but the body's instinctive reaction is still there.

Tang Ruan's body flinched involuntarily. This reaction is not noticed by ordinary people, but the dumpling in his arms can feel it.

"Daddy, are you home?" Tang Juan'er raised her little head from Tang Ruan's arms, rubbing her eyes in a daze.

"Not yet, go to sleep." Tang Ruan touched the little curly hair of the sugar bowl, and then quickly pressed the close button.

Except for the first glance, from the beginning to the end, he never looked at Fu Xin again.

As for Fu Xin, he just watched the elevator door close, until the last moment, his eyes were still firmly locked on the little dumpling whose back was facing him.

The department manager who had been as quiet as a chicken finally couldn't hold back anymore. He rubbed his hands quietly like a mung bean fly, with an excited expression: "Just, was that Chris just now? Our family likes him very much! Especially my daughter , All the posters of him are posted in the bedroom... By the way, he is holding his son, right? I also heard that the child was born by Chris and his ex-husband. His ex-husband is a super big scumbag. When he was pregnant Just abandoned him, hey, what kind of blindness do you think? This kind of beauty is pushed out, probably because of some bubble in the head..." 25

A super big scumbag with a bubble in his head: "..."

The little secretary saw his president's increasingly ugly expression... almost rushed to cover the department manager's mouth and died with him.

The little secretary hadn't followed Fu Xin for long, but he had heard a lot from the seniors in the secretary circle about the entanglement between Fu Xin and Tang Ruan.

After all, he was indeed a scumbag. Sometimes, he even wanted to give Fu Xin a kick in the back.

"Boss Fu..."

The little secretary said with a bitter face, "I, can I press the elevator for you?"

Fu Xin waved his hand, walked to the "No Smoking" sign, and quietly lit a cigarette.

Department manager & secretary: "..."

Signage: "...exm? When I don't exist??"

"You go back."

Fu Xin's voice sounded a little heavy.

Even as slow as a department manager, he sensed that something was wrong. He hurriedly bowed to Fu Xin, turned around and ran to the president's office.

The little secretary didn't dare to disobey, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, I'm downstairs, call me anytime you need anything", and then slipped away.

The conference room on the fourth floor was always quiet. Fu Xin, smoking a cigarette, walked slowly to the window, just in time to see Tang Ruan holding the child and getting into the blue Porsche.

It was a boy, about three or four years old, with soft chestnut hair in slightly messy curls.

Fu Xin didn't see the child's face. He didn't know if the child's pupils were dark green like his.

The Fu family has Russian blood in their blood, and Fu Xin's grandmother is a pure-blood Russian.

The blue Porsche 911 flew away, but he was the one who was left in place this time.