The longer Fu Simian stayed here, the more sober and calm he became.

He actually knew what he did was wrong, whether it was a contract or something that had happened before. He wanted to push the mistake to the other party, and blame the other party for not liking why he didn't say it, but when asked, could he not see the disappointment and loneliness in A Ke's eyes?

Almost every time he was disappointed, Fu Simian could see clearly. How could he be so smart that he could be confused about his relationship?

But he will not let the relationship affect his original plan.

In his original plan, he put the matter with A Ke to the end, and he didn't think it was indifferent.

Fu Simian thoroughly analyzed himself, and he admitted that he just felt that it was not that important.

So A Ke doesn't want him anymore.

The young man's eyes went out, and he sat there quietly, like a sculpture, losing his vitality.

The uncle on duty was eating the meal delivered from his home. He was outside the door and looked at the person for a long time. Finally, he smacked his tongue, "You call your home, don't you really want to stay here, do you?"

"It's so unlucky to stay here for the New Year."

"I see that you are wearing no worse than the little bastard of the Zhou family. Why are you beaten like this? He brought someone?"

The uncle seemed to be in a memory, "That little bastard, I'm all troubled at junior high school. His home is not too far from here, and the school is right next to him. He and his friends often come here to play, but they rarely see it when they go to high school."

Fu Simian looked at the ground in front of him and listened calmly. He thought it was quite interesting. After all, he had never seen the real Zhou Shike before, and now he could only hear it from others.

"I haven't seen him for so many years. I thought he had learned well, but he was still such a bastard," the uncle sighed, without real disgust on his face, but just sighed like an elder, "What are you doing for him? Many people are not happy to recruit him."

In the second half of the night, the door of the detention center was closed tightly, and the wind from the north city blew a whistle outside. The lanterns hanging on the street lights were shattered. There were few pedestrians on the road. The light tubes in the detention center were pale and cold, which was very consistent with Fu Simian's mood at this moment.

When Tang Dongdong and Meng Qing arrived, Fu Simian leaned against the wall with half-drooping eyelids. The uncle on duty saw Meng Qing, "Oh, do you know me?"

Meng Qing glanced at Fu Simien, who was in a mess inside, and her scalp became numb, "It's my friend."

Tang Dongdong had already rushed in, he covered the coat in his hand on Fu Simien's shoulder and brought the people out.

Fu Simian left the hotel in the afternoon and there was no news. Tang Dongdong guessed that he must have gone to find Zhou Shike. He thought it would be better for the two of them to talk face to each other, but at night, before the person came back, he received a call from Meng Qing, saying that a friend of him saw Zhou Shike fighting with someone in Times Square.

It was still the one I said when I got together in the middle of the night when I was chatting. Meng Qing’s friend said that I hadn’t seen someone beaten up on Wednesday for a long time, and it was still so fierce. After beating haha, Meng Qing felt something was wrong. He asked the person who was beaten what clothes he wore and what he looked like.

"The elder is handsome. Among the handsome guys I have seen, I can rank in the top five."

Meng Qing couldn't find a second person who could make it so popular on Wednesday, which had just returned to Beicheng for a few months. I heard that after coming back on Wednesday, I was playing with myself and I didn't like to cause trouble.

So Meng Qing called Tang Dongdong, and sure enough, he guessed correctly.

However, what Meng Qing did not expect was that Wednesday was too brave, and Fu Simian beat him up. Although Fu Simian belonged to Jiangcheng, there were not many people in Beicheng who dared to touch him. After all, the rich people in the world were a family, and each family was a big one, and they had interests in large enterprises in various provinces.

When he returned to the car, Meng Qing turned on the heating. He didn't dare to look at Fu Simian. He was not familiar with Fu Simian. He heard more than he had seen with his own eyes. He cleared his throat and said, "Go to the hotel first?"

Fu Simian looked haggard, with purple lips, leaning against the back of the chair without saying a word, and his breath was depressed and cold.

Tang Dongdong had never seen Fu Simian like this before, and he never expected that Zhou Shike and Fu Simian would reach this point today. He endured the sadness, "Brother Fu, why don't you forget it, really, A Ke..."

"I won't forget it." Fu Simien raised her eyelids and said lightly, his voice was a little hoarse, "I saw A Ke today." After he said that, he actually laughed.

Meng Qing felt a little scared. He had a cold war and didn't dare to look back.

Tang Dongdong had red eyes, and he regretted it. His regret at this moment was no less than Fu Simian. If Brother Fu had treated A Ke again and again, he could have stood up and helped A Ke, instead of just complaining a few words, the two of them might not have made such a fuss.

He wanted Fu Simian to feel better, "Brother Fu, it's all my fault..."

"It has nothing to do with you." Fu Simian said.

In the car, the wind outside couldn't blow in, but Fu Simian felt that the heating was also cold. His voice was low and dumb, and the volume was as low as if he was just talking to himself.

"I miss him so much." That's why I came to see him.

Fu Simian even thought that if he could go back a few months ago, he would not use A Ke to exchange conditions with the Lin family, but the matter had already happened. He pulled the corners of his mouth and the wound on his face reminded Fu Simian with pain that he and Zhou Shike had broken up.

It was not good to recognize the facts. Fu Simian endured the astringent feeling that surged in his throat. Zhou Shike looked at him with cold and sarcastic eyes before driving away, and they all hit his nerves like iron hammers.

Everything develops like a dream, caught off guard and natural.

Regardless of Tang Dongdong and the others, Fu Simian bent down in pain, letting a restrained moan in his throat, and his stomach was filled with disgust.

Tang Dongdong had never seen Fu Simian like this out of control. He was panicked, "Brother Fu? Brother Fu? What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

After he asked, he seemed to hear Fu Simian talking.

Meng Qing slowed down the car with insight, and Tang Dongdong was able to hear clearly what Fu Simian was saying.
Chapter completed!