flammable relationship

six o'clock.

Fu Yiheng appeared in Beluga Plaza, which tried to increase the average consumption level of the city by himself. There are luxury brands that you can name here, as well as more advanced and niche brands that you can't name. Luxury goods , auto shows, hotels, restaurants, including all kinds of luxurious night shows, veritable gold-selling caves, they are corrupt just by looking at them.

Before nightfall, the square began to check for drunk driving, because quite a few half-rich people like to carry their purses and little honeys to scan the goods after drinking a little wine.

Fu Yiheng got stuck in traffic for a while, and arrived half an hour early.

According to the detailed address given in the text message, the landscape elevator, which is transparent on all sides, goes all the way to the top floor.

The top floor is a well-known revolving restaurant, which has been in business for 40 years. The price is more famous than the dishes. It was once targeted by the Price Bureau, who questioned whether the price was too high and violated the rights and interests of consumers.

However, some consumers who need to use the price to raise their status said that it is not high or high, and it is very affordable.

Anyway, when Fu Yiheng saw the position he chose at the time, he felt that the car owner who caused the accident was a serious pretender with a lot of money and stupidity.As soon as he stepped into the restaurant, his impression changed, and he became suspicious of the other party's motives.

This thing was weird from beginning to end.

Teacher Fu is usually not a narcissistic person, but at this point, the idea that popped up in his mind began to press the gourd to float up the ladle, and it kept popping up.

No, it's such a big circle - this person actually wants to see him, right?

Otherwise, there's no point in booking the entire restaurant for the sake of apologizing...

In this way, it is worth investigating whether the car accident was accidental or man-made.

Fu Yiheng buried his head and followed the waiters as he walked through one empty booth after another. The restaurant was extremely quiet. On the circular table in the center slightly above the ground level, a lady with a beautiful face and elegant temperament was playing the piano with soothing tunes, such as The gurgling water covered up the slight sound of leather shoes stepping on the carpet.

Is it someone you know?

Who needs to spend so much time just to meet him?

And this routine of inviting you into the urn always feels like deja vu...

Eyelids twitched, Fu Yiheng stopped.

The waiter in front noticed his stop, turned around and asked, "Sir?"

"Sorry, I think I have the right to ask in advance, who is the guest here?" Fu Yiheng's heart speeded up inexplicably on the spot, reflected in his body language, he took a step back vigilantly, his face still unfocused Trace, "At least tell me, what's his last name?"

The waiter glanced at the black gold table card in his hand, and still maintained a well-trained and decent smile: "The guests here are not required to disclose personal information, Mr. Fu, please."

Doubt is like a seed sown in the soil, it doesn't need sunlight to take root and thrive.

Fu Yiheng didn't say a word, turned on his heels, and went back the same way and walked out.

"Sir? Sir, Mr. Fu? You went wrong, not over there..."

The waiter trot to catch up, shouting at the top of his voice.

"I think this is the direction I should go." Fu Yiheng kept on stepping, and gently twitched the corner of his mouth at him, "Please tell that customer that Fu has something urgent at the moment, and we will meet again if we are destined to meet again in the future. , that’s all.”

He was talking sideways, not paying attention to the figure flashing in from the door.

"What's your hurry?"

The man stretched out one arm to cover Fu Yiheng's chest, and lowered his arrogant and delicate head.

The voice in memory exploded in my ears again, the sound quality was much lower than that of four years ago, but it didn't affect Fu Yiheng's recognition of him.There was a sudden shudder on the tailbone, and it jumped up along the nerve center, reaching the heart whose ventricles were too fast to burst.

All of a sudden, gongs and drums shook the sky, and there was chaos.

The slow motion was decomposed frame by frame, Fu Yiheng raised his head and bumped into dark brown eyes.Those eyes had thin eyelids and deep pupils, so deep that they couldn't see through the emotions contained in them, like an ancient well without waves, reflecting the panicked and funny expression on his face.

For at least five seconds, there was silence.

Even the slowly flowing piano sound stopped tacitly, as if secretly encouraging the scene of this long-lost reunion.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Fu Yiheng heard his slightly difficult voice break the unbearable silence, the tip of his tongue became bitter, his vocal cords became tight, and he lost his elasticity, he squeezed out these four words, and couldn't resonate any more words.

"Long time no see." Wei Ran stared at him, with fluctuations in his eyes that would make any admirer willing to sink, and then the well-dressed manager Wei confided in the crowd, "I miss you very much, Mr. Fu."

After saying this sentence, he deliberately emphasized in a low voice: "It hasn't stopped for a minute or a second."

Fu Yiheng frowned, his face changed again and again, as if he had some serious physical discomfort after hearing this lover's raving.

He looked at the man in front of him.

The suit and leather shoes are bright and beautiful, and the button is buttoned to the top in a regular manner. The mechanical watch on the wrist and the sapphire cufflinks of the suit quietly show their high net worth.The youthful and rebellious shadow has long since faded away, replaced by the shrewd, capable and personable manners that elites are used to, the familiar demeanor of the past has been crushed, scattered in a few micro-expressions that cannot be picked up, replaced by the confidence between the brows Instead of immature arrogance, it has become the main theme that matches this outfit.

Very successful transformation.

A complete denial of the past.

Fu Yiheng is a person who belongs to the "past", and his mood is extremely delicate.

All of a sudden, the past came one after another, and all the emotions that could not be revealed turned around and piled up inside, turning into countless ignited rockets, shooting into the turbulent heart lake, when the fire met water, the water was boiled by the high temperature, and there was an annoying zila beep. Sound, smoke filled the air.

"Who you think and what you think are all Mr. Wei's own business." He didn't care to deal with it, raised his foot to avoid Wei Ran's taller and taller body, and said coldly, "I will not accompany you."

"Fu Yiheng." Wei Ran grabbed his arm.

was thrown away vigorously.

Pull again.

was thrown away again.

"I warn you, don't touch me."

A ruthless remark was made in an unremarkable way, without gnashing of teeth, let alone slamming every word, and even the volume was not amplified, the tone was no different from saying "Wei Ran, stop making trouble".

But Wei Ran didn't dare to stretch out his hand to pull someone for the third time. He froze in place, a little dazed, only then did he realize that Fu Yiheng's dark eyes were burning with fire, and there were terrifying veins popping out under the fair skin on his forehead.He had never seen such an angry Mr. Fu, he really panicked, even if the stock market crashed and the project lost money, he had never been so panicked.

Fu Yiheng didn't give him a chance to regain his strength, strode out of the restaurant, went all the way down to the parking lot, picked up the car, and ran back.

Yes, run away.

The hand holding the steering wheel trembled uncontrollably.

He was defeated in this surprise attack and fled in despair.

Should have noticed something strange.From that inexplicable car accident, you should have noticed something was wrong.

It seems that the little bastard is doing well and looks like a human being.

This is a good thing, if it is finally possible to make it through, you should be lucky.

Now that you're doing well, why come back to me?

Four full years, four full years of disappearance, now that I think about it, there is still someone like me?

Heh, it was Mr. Fu who opened the mouth, how could he have the nerve to say something like that?Who dares to believe that you haven't stopped thinking about it for a minute or a second?Whoever believes who is an idiot...

Fu Yiheng's mood went wild and he lost control. After driving for nearly two kilometers, he realized that it was raining outside. The rain was getting heavier and his vision was blurred.

Only then did he realize that his state was very wrong. He almost never lost his attention to this extent.

When the green light came on, the vehicles behind couldn't wait for half a second and honked their horns violently.Fu Yiheng couldn't be urged, and the more he urged, the slower he was. The owner of the Honda behind him almost turned off his horn, and then the Volvo lighted up slowly in the rain and started to drive obediently on the right at an average speed of forty yards.

The windshield was constantly covered by the rainwater that fell, and was constantly scraped away by the hard-working wipers, leaving semicircular track marks.

He is different.

Indeed, the only constant in this world is change.

Fu Yiheng couldn't tell what kind of strength this sudden surge of loneliness was, it directly overwhelmed the anger and resentment, and caught him off guard.

What is there to be lonely?

There was another beeping of the horn from behind, interrupting all thoughts forcefully. Fu Yiheng was a little annoyed, thinking that I drove forty yards, did not change lanes, did not grab the lane, and did not block the road. You keep chasing me and honking the horn. What do you mean?

He was already on fire, but when he was provoked, he immediately shifted gears and accelerated, trying to get rid of the irritable Toyota that was honking its horn indiscriminately.

What I didn't expect was that the owner of the Toyota car might be a stubborn stubble. Watching him speed up, he kicked the accelerator, came up from behind, then forcibly changed lanes, jammed in front of him, and then suddenly slowed down jokingly!

This is a clear example of intentionally holding back the car.

Fu Yiheng was caught off guard by his actions, and quickly stepped on the brakes. If he hadn't reacted quickly and was driven by inertia, he would have hit him directly. Fortunately, the vehicles behind him were also driving carelessly, so they slowed down in time, otherwise it would be very dangerous. There is a possibility of a major rear-end collision!

No matter how good the upbringing is, it is difficult to control the soaring anger in the chest when encountering this kind of psychotic malicious provocation, especially if it almost hurts others.

Fu Yiheng pulled over and parked the car, and the Honda also stopped not far ahead. There was a person in the car who came out of the rain, with long hands and legs, and a tall figure.The neat suit jacket was taken off, the style button was undone, and even the tie disappeared. A high-end white shirt was drenched by the rain, and it was stuck to the body awkwardly, outlining the long and thin waist.

The eyes are very familiar, who else is that bastard Wei Ran?

It's just adding fuel to the fire.

Fu Yiheng laughed angrily, grabbed the usual umbrella on the back seat, opened the door, opened the umbrella, and stood by the side of the car leisurely waiting for someone to come over.

The headlights illuminated two clusters of fine rain curtains, and vehicles of all sizes kept speeding past, and the splashes of water wet the trousers.

The sound of the rain, the roar of the engine, the annoying drumming noise in the temple.

The man stopped two steps away, his dark brown eyes seemed to be washed in the rain, they were horribly bright, naked eagerness and aggression emanated, like a wolf that had been hungry for too long, Staring at Fu Yiheng is the same as staring at food, it doesn't last for a moment, and the possessive desire can be turned into substance.The rain fell from his eyebrows and eyelashes, he pursed his lips and did not speak, every cell in his body was full of wildness that was inevitable.

This appearance is infinitely similar to that of the penniless but conceited and frivolous boy four years ago.

Fu Yiheng should have stopped to think about it, but he couldn't think rationally at this moment. The confrontation lasted for a minute. He threw the umbrella, rushed up with air, and gave the little bastard a solid punch.

This punch was made with all its strength, and the crisp sound of knuckles colliding with the mandible could be heard. Wei Ran staggered, couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground with a plop.Fu Yiheng grabbed the collar again and picked him up, and smashed it on the Volvo's hood. It took only one punch from the heavy rain, and Mr. Fu was completely drenched, his forehead was disheveled, and he was no longer elegant.

"Keep silent, leave without saying goodbye."

"Not a text message, not a phone call, I thought you were dead."

"In four years, I've fucking learned to fake accidents, honk my horn, drive in traffic, ignore traffic rules, ignore human lives, and when I grow up, I'm going back to work, right?"

Every time he said a word, it was a merciless heavy punch. Two times he missed his aim and hit the hard hood directly, making a terrible thumping noise.

Wei Ran didn't dodge or dodge, his cheeks were already numb, the corner of his mouth was broken, and just as the blood oozes out, he was washed away by the strong rain. The shirt on his body was pulled up by Fu Yiheng, revealing half of his waist and the hideous burns on his back. How embarrassing it is.

Despite this, his eyes became brighter and brighter in the dark night, comparable to the searchlights with the largest wattage of vehicles going back and forth.

Those who were beaten just had to lie still, but those who were beaten were so tired that they couldn't even lift their arms.

After Fu Yiheng finished casting the evil fire, he wiped the rainwater off his face, pushed the person away, rubbed his painful fists, and walked back with vain steps.

Just as one hand opened the car door, another larger and more powerful hand stretched out from behind, and slammed the door domineeringly again with a bang.

Then, that hand grabbed his shoulder irresistibly, and the man leaned forward, his wet chest pressed against his back, his heart fluctuated rapidly, and the other hand quickly pinched his jaw to force him to turn his head.

Fu Yiheng opened his eyes wide, and caught off guard the unique fishy smell mixed with blood and rain.