Become the white moonlight of the attack

Outside the window, the dense rain fell on the window continuously, piercing the night sky and the silent night like needles.

Jiang Zhuo was embraced by Fu Shixin, and opened the door of his new home with half-push and half-push, and his mouth fell on his brow, nose, and lips from time to time...

Most of the clothes had been peeled off along the way.

Anxious Jiang Zhuo pushed Fu Shixin who said not to come up, and led the people into the bedroom quickly

The bedroom door was half closed, and Jiang Zhuo on the bed hugged the man tightly without any resistance.

He is as crazy and fierce as crossing the sea. The sea is raging and howling, and the wind and rain are about to come. He is floating with the waves, and when a wave hits,

He was forced into the sea.

Wanted to scream, wanted to shout, wanted to grab everything he could.

After a short gap after the waves, he was forced to surface again, but he hadn't had time to feel the air being pushed into the sea by the next wave.

The body has been submerged by sea water, only the blurred consciousness rises and falls in a cycle of ups and downs.

The waves finally dissipated, followed by the all-too-familiar low growl in the ear, and colorful fireworks blooming in the sky.

Fireworks reflected his face with passion...

The picture was turned around, Fu Shixin's eyes were full of sadness, like a bitter woman crying in front of him, pear blossoms with rain.

"Why don't you want me? Why do you go with others behind my back! Do you want me to live in your shadow for the rest of my life like Zhao Ran?"

Jiang Zhuo tried desperately to explain, shook his head desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his mouth, his throat hurt like being cut.

"Jiang Zhuo, you are so cruel, I hate you!"

Fu Shixin in front of him blushed anxiously, pinching his neck with his hands, the hatred in his eyes wanted to die with him.

"Zhuo, you go to die, it doesn't matter, I will accompany you after you die, so that we can be together forever."

The suffocation in his throat forced Jiang Zhuo to struggle desperately. He wanted to take everything he could find to stop the crazy Fu Shixin, but the strength of the two was far different, and gradually his consciousness blurred and he lost consciousness.

Jiang Zhuo woke up abruptly, breathing heavily.

The sound of the rain hitting the glass outside the window gradually brought him back to his senses. He touched his neck, only to realize that everything was just a dream.

He turned on the lamp by the bedside, and the light fell on his body, reflecting his depressed back on the wall, and his complicated face reflected on the glass with only half-drawn curtains in the distance.

He felt as if he had taken a bath, sweat drenched the skirt of his clothes and soaked the sheets.

Jiang Zhuo glanced at the alarm clock. At three o'clock in the morning, without any sleepiness, he tore off the bed sheet, opened the bedroom door and walked to the bathroom.

He was still thinking about the dream just now, one was a beautiful dream and the other was a nightmare, but compared with the second nightmare, the first dream terrified him more.

He put his hands on his forehead and said to himself: "What am I thinking? Could it be because of a piece of advice from Feng Wenke that I was shaken?"

His gaze suddenly became firm. Feng Wenke was a emotionally frustrated person, and he really didn't think about the credibility of his words.

With his thoughts withdrawn, Jiang Zhuo stood beside the sofa in the living room, hugging the sheets and looking at the study in front of him, only then remembered that he had changed his house and the bathroom was in his bedroom.

Jiang Zhuo said nothing, and immediately went back to the bedroom, took a shower and changed the sheets, looking for an old movie to pass the time in desperation.

Most of the movie was played, Jiang Zhuo fell asleep in a daze, and woke up again because of Fu Shixin's phone call.

He picked up the phone in a daze, because his eyes were closed and his consciousness was still wandering, he thought he was dreaming again.

"Where did you go when you weren't home early in the morning?"

It could be heard that Fu Shixin was suppressing his anger.

Because he teased Jiang Zhuo last night, he was afraid that he would be really angry and ignore him, so he got up early to buy the bean curd he likes to drink.

But he bought breakfast, opened the door, full of joy and wanted to surprise him with a cheeky good morning kiss, but Jiang Zhuo gave him an even bigger surprise.

he!night!No! !return!stay!

"Where did you go!"

The drowsy Jiang Zhuo turned over holding the phone, and the quilt on his body was thrown off by him. His voice still had the hazy meaning of sleeping, and his speech was a little slurred.

"I moved."

Next, Fu Shixin's scream completely woke Jiang Zhuo up. He held the phone and listened to the roar of the person in the receiver, and unambiguously hung up the phone and threw it far away.

Jiang Zhuo, who woke up, realized what he had done.

It was so easy for Fu Shixin to know about the moving?

And what was his inexplicable sense of guilt just now, and why did he feel guilty about Fu Shixin when he moved.

No, Jiang Zhuo suddenly realized something, he immediately checked his phone, thinking he blocked Fu Shixin?

I saw the words "Lovely Husband" on Fu Shixin's phone number.

Jiang Zhuo's temples throbbed, and he cursed secretly, without even thinking about blocking someone.

Sure enough, Fu Shixin, who tried to make a call again, heard a sweet and beautiful voice from the receiver, "Sorry, the number you dialed is not in the service area."

He pointed at the mobile phone to blame, but the love in those deep eyes was fully revealed.

"I knew you were going to do this trick again, don't be afraid, husband, I have a mobile phone number."

As he spoke, he switched to another mobile phone number and dialed out...

When eating hot pot last night, Feng Wenke called Jiang Zhuo out to talk about life philosophy. Fu Shixin, who should have been sulking over drinking, immediately dropped his glass and took Jiang Zhuo's cell phone that was left on the table.

Under Secretary Li's stunned gaze, he entered a bunch of mobile phone numbers into Jiang Zhuo's mobile phone, and released his tuba.

Seeing this, Secretary Li just turned a big sow on him, pretending not to see it.

Fu Shixin smiled charmingly, to see who could beat who.

"Little cute husband No. [-]" Jiang Zhuo looked at the caller ID on the phone screen, the corner of his mouth twitched, who can tell him what's going on, and what the hell does this guy have to do with "cute"!

"Pull black, come black! You come one, I'll do another!" Jiang Zhuojing muttered over and over again when he was childish and pointed at the phone screen. He suddenly thought of Fu Shixin's sly face, and drew out his own address book by analogy. , all the remarks about the words of the little cute husband were blacked out. To Jiang Zhuo's surprise, he deleted no less than ten.

"This guy is crazy!"

Looking at Fu Shixin again, he was already laughing madly in Jiang Zhuo's old house, and he was not angry when they were all blocked, anyway, he kept a hand.

Fu Shixin picked up the tofu flower and walked out of Jiang Zhuo's old house in a happy mood, and went to work leisurely.

Jiang Zhuo was in no mood because of Fu Shixin's coquettish operation, coupled with those inexplicable dreams he had last night, the final result was that he kept pulling his lifeless face when he went to work, so that the staff at work did not dare to take a breath , for fear of being scolded by the general manager for doing something wrong.

And Song Jiaxin, who confessed her love last night, didn't understand who offended her little brother. She wanted to use softness to overcome rigidity and wanted to show concern and condolences to him, but Jiang Zhuo scolded him back.

Secretary Li looked at Song Jiaxin, who was scolded and crying with pear blossoms and rain, and could only comfort him: "Just get used to it."

"Where is Fu Shixin, why didn't he come?" Song Jiaxin looked at Fu Shixin's empty seat, and was even more annoyed, "Why didn't he come!"

Secretary Li knew that this was also an ancestor, "Assistant Fu just called and asked for leave today."

Secretary Li looked a little complicated when he thought about the pleasant female voice that came from Fu Shixin's phone call just now.

Song Jiaxin saw that something was wrong with Secretary Li, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, no." Secretary Li bowed his head to work, he didn't dare to have anything to do with these two ancestors.

Song Jiaxin obviously refused to let Secretary Li go, and Secretary Li was frightened with those see-through eyes, "Secretary Li, is that kid Fu Shixin? What's the matter?"

"Hehe..." Out of self-preservation, Secretary Li betrayed Fu Shixin ruthlessly, "It's nothing, it's just that when I answered his call just now, he was chatting with a woman."

After finishing speaking, Secretary Li bowed his head and worked without saying a word.

Song Jiaxin smiled slyly.

The dream last night and Fu Shixin's coquettish operation this morning have been bothering Jiang Zhuo. He has always been clear about his business, but it is difficult for him to devote himself to work for the first time.

No, he made some small mistakes in a small contract, and was called into the office by the boss. The boss didn't blame him, but asked him if he was in poor health recently.

Jiang Zhuo said it was all right.

"The reason why I will force you to travel is that I hope you can look away. I hope you will not affect your work."

Mr. Xu glanced at the contract, and it was signed in black and white with Jiang Zhuo's name. It was hard for him to accept that such a small mistake would happen to Jiang Zhuo.

But in the final analysis, he was still to blame for this matter. Mr. Xu thought that Jiang Zhuo was still worried about his daughter.

Mr. Xu didn't say any more, he only hoped that after all the employees who traveled in the company returned next week, he would not make such low-level mistakes again.

Jiang Zhuo promised, opened the door and left.

Jiang was annoyed and left the boss's office. When he returned to his office, he saw that Fu Shixin was not in the secretariat, and asked Secretary Li. Secretary Li said that Fu Shixin did not come on leave.

Song Jiaxin deliberately fanned the flames, "What kind of leave, he asked for leave because of a woman."

Jiang Zhuo's eyebrows twitched violently. Hearing Song Jiaxin's strange sarcasm, he knew that Song Jiaxin said it to him on purpose, but he was still fooled. The anger that was suppressed in his heart was involuntarily provoked.

Jiang Zhuo told Secretary Li, "You tell Fu Shixin to get out! Resign!"

Jiang Zhuo's rage made Secretary Li and Song Jiaxin dumbfounded. Song Jiaxin didn't dare to say a word, and looked at Secretary Li in fear, hoping to seek his help.

Originally, she just wanted to punish Fu Shixin, and didn't want to drive him away. If her father or grandpa knew about this, she would definitely be scolded to death.

Secretary Li could only bite the bullet and explain, but before he could say anything, he heard someone closing the door violently.

Secretary Li shrugged his shoulder helplessly.

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