On Fu Siya's birthday, it rained heavily in Jiangcheng. The air was stuffy and humid, and the sticky and wet water vapor wrapped around his whole body. Zhou Shike rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and opened the umbrella before getting off the car.

Fu's yard was quiet, and many small and exquisite white flowers were planted in the yard. Zhou Shike remembered that in the past, the hydrangea varieties imported from abroad and some large, noble and gorgeous peonies planted here.

A different yard decorates the several floors of Fu's family with different temperaments.

The slightly upturned Chinese eaves are still like rainwater falling down like beads, splashing on the ground, raising white mist.

There are several aunts in the Fu family, plus several security guards. These security guards are also responsible for driving the guests to the underground garage. Zhou Shike did not intend to drive in by himself as before. He handed the key to the man standing at the door and calmly held the umbrella into the yard.

Every time he takes a step, the smile on his face fades.

This is what he thought was his second home.

When Fu Simian took him home for the first time, he said to him, "A Ke, my home is your home." Sometimes Zhou Shike thought of the past with a loss, which would also lead to the confusion of why he and Fu Simian came to this day.

The wounds will all scab and then fall off. The depth of the scar and whether it disappears depends on the severity of the wound at that time. All the past has passed. Zhou Shike wanted to look forward and walk forward.

It doesn't matter whether he looks back or not. He no longer begs Zhou Shike, who is humbly and humbly, to love him.

Before he could knock on the door, the door opened from inside by himself.

The door opened was an aunt who had worked in the Fu family for more than ten years. She knew Zhou Shike. She was stunned in her eyes. Then she took a few steps back and said to everyone sitting in the living room: "Young Master Zhou is here."

She used to call A Ke, but it was probably Fu Siya who told her that time had changed. Zhou Shike couldn't say whether she was happy or unhappy.

Zhou Shike took the umbrella and greeted the people who watched with ease: "Hello sisters."

Most of the women here are of the same age as Fu Siya, dressed in exquisite and elegant clothes. Zhou Shike glanced at him and knew that almost all of their dresses were handmade, and the bags placed aside were all limited or high-end members on the market to order.

Anyone you pick out is a house.

"This is..." Not everyone is concerned about people and things in the entertainment industry. People who don't know only think that this precious young man looks familiar, but he really can't tell his specific name.

Fu Siya stood up, walked to Zhou Shike's side, and said softly: "Fu Simien's former classmate, I recognized him as his younger brother."

She didn't say Zhou Shike's name, and everyone did not underestimate him. They were all rolling in the world of fame and fortune, and their eyes were so poisonous that this young man was not a child from an ordinary family at first glance.

Besides, Fu Siya's attitude was also very friendly from the bottom of her heart, so they were very kind to Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike looked around and found that Li Moyan was not present.

Seeing that he was looking for someone, Fu Siya took the initiative to say: "Moyan's company has been very busy recently and has no time to come back."

Zhou Shike looked at the gentle and gentle woman in front of him. Time did not leave any trace on her face. She was as elegant as the soft moonlight dispersed in the night.

Zhou Shike looked at the Fu family, which had not changed from that time. Most of the living rooms of the Fu family were decorated with relatively simple furniture and needed years of maintenance. It can be seen that it was carefully maintained.

But it seemed a little empty and kuo, and Fu Siya's petite figure looked inexplicably lonely and pitiful.

Is there only one person on birthday?

There has never been such a time in the Zhou family. Zhou Shixuan celebrated her birthday, and her family was just like the New Year. Everyone attached great importance to it. Compared with the two, Fu Siya seemed to be exiled.

"Your previous room is still reserved for you. You go up and play games and call you when you eat."

Zhou Shike was originally here to accompany Fu Siya for dinner, but he didn't expect there were so many sisters. He thought Fu Siya's proposal was OK. He put down his rolled-up sleeves, "Okay."

As he stepped upstairs, a female voice called out and stopped him.

"Children, can you play mahjong?"

“…”

Zhou Shike thought about it and turned around, "I'll do it."

Everyone likes good-looking people, a clean and noble boy like Zhou Shike, who is not flattering and calm, makes people love it when they look at it.

When he entered the room, Zhou Shike heard a few voices downstairs surrounding Fu Siya and asked.

"Are Fu Simian's alumnus? A top student."

“Which company belongs to?”

Zhou Shike didn't hear Fu Siya answer their topic.

Before Fu Simian moved out with Zhou Shike, Zhou Shike would stay in the Fu family's old house for a temporary stay almost every holiday, saying that he would stay temporarily. In fact, the old house had a personal room for Zhou Shike. Even the decoration layout was asked about his preferences, and he was not sent to the room for casual rooms.

Zhou Shike didn't take away a lot of things. In fact, what he left in Jiangcheng was far more and more expensive than what he saw in this room.

The room was still stuck at the night Zhou Shike last stayed.

There were several magazines and comics on the bookshelf, some drafts of music scores were placed on the desk, and the headphones were still hung on the back of the chair, and most of the clothes in the wardrobe were taken away, and those left were not thrown away by anyone. They were hung on the clothes pole, and even the dust could not be seen.

The table was also very clean, including bookshelf and the bed railing that was most likely to accumulate dust. The balcony was the one he thought was the largest, which he transplanted onto the balcony.

It is now even more "big", as dense as one, with branches and leaves stretching out, and a large pink and purple hydrangea blooming among the branches and leaves, which is so vibrant that Zhou Shike is surprised.

The owner of this room seemed to have never left.

Or, someone has been staying here, waiting for its owner to come back.

Zhou Shike sat down at the desk and turned on the computer. He was really ready to play games for a while and went to play mahjong after dinner.

The computer is turned on, but the screensaver is not the original screensaver I had before, but a photo.

In the dim night, the greenhouse not far away flashed with cool tones, and some people with blurred faces but fashionable clothes were walking on the wide road. The protagonist of the photo only had his back, the shorter one revealed his hazy side face, while the taller one even looked very blurry.

They were running like holding hands, making people feel ambiguous for no reason.

Zhou Shike stared at the screensaver for a few seconds. He remembered that when Fu Simian was in the North City, he was surrounded by fans. Fu Simian helped him with the photos taken by passers-by, and later Song Guiyan solved the problem.

Zhou Shike knew that Song Guiyan brought the attention of netizens to him, and Fu Simian was not qualified to appear from beginning to end. When Zhou Shike knew that Fu Simian chose to cooperate with Song Guiyan, he actually didn't feel anything, and he felt no worries in his heart.

At this moment, as Fu Simian changed the computer screensaver to that photo, he felt as if someone had gently poked his heart with the tip of a knife.

He thought Fu Simian didn't care about these things at the time, so he chose to cooperate.

Zhou Shike exhaled and pressed his heart torture. He knew what kind of person Fu Simian was, selfish and indifferent, and only had a qualified heir to Fu's interests in his eyes. He had a strong desire to control and did not like others to disobey him.

It was because of knowing that he was a little stunned at this moment.

When his position is replaced by others, the person who replaces him directly asks him to give up his position, he chooses never to appear from beginning to end.

Zhou Shike knew that this was crushing Fu Simian's dignity on the ground.

After a while, the wind from the balcony blew in. Zhou Shike chose to turn off the computer and sit for a while. In this room... Fu Simian should come often, but he couldn't stay. He sat down for a while and talked to the group of sisters who were about the same age as Zhou Shixuan.

His hands itched and he pulled open the drawer next to him, wanting to see if the things he had placed here were still there.

The first drawer was some miscellaneous items, his own mobile phone case, several more beautiful notebooks, and the second drawer was a pile of blank draft paper.

When he pulled open the last drawer, Zhou Shike saw a lot of medicine inside.

He put spare headphones here, and the headphones were pushed inside and several boxes of medicine outside.

Zhou Shike reached out and picked up several boxes of medicine.

Melatonin, Shumian Capsules, Sleeping Pills...

All are medicines to help with sleep.

Zhou Shike often covered a small faint shadow with his eyelashes. He never ate these things and had never bought them. According to Fu Simian's personality, he would not allow others to break in. So these things are Fu Simian's own?

All the medicines were opened and taken a lot. Zhou Shike felt depressed. If Fu Simian lived well, he would be able to blatantly revenge and disgust without any concealment. But he was not doing well. He had clearly implemented his plan, but he was not doing well.

It is painful to overturn all existing cognitions.

Zhou Shike didn't want to be bewitched, so he threw the medicine in his hand into the drawer, kicked it into the drawer, and stood up and turned around as if he was shocked.

Then, he saw Fu Siya standing at the door with a shallow smile.

Everything will be clear.

Regarding the reasons why these things appear in your room.

"Why?" Zhou Shike asked in a low voice. He didn't want to treat Fu Siya with his attitude towards Fu Simian.

Fu Siya walked in and gently closed the door. She sat on the single sofa beside her, patted the edge of the bed, and asked Zhou Shike to sit down too.

Zhou Shike hesitated for a moment and walked over and sat down.

"You know, I've always been on your side," Fu Siya leaned slightly, very gentle, "I've always supported your decision before or after the breakup."

Zhou Shike drooped his eyelids and said nothing.

"But I think you need to understand the truth before you make a decision," Fu Siya reached out and gently held Zhou Shike's. Her hands were slightly cool. The people in the Fu family seemed to be born with a low temperature. "You actually know that Fu Simian likes you. What you are dissatisfied with is the way he treats you, right?"

"You can't feel that he likes you. Compared to your direct enthusiasm, I even feel that Fu Simian is too cold," Fu Siya said, squatting for a while, his voice slightly lowered, "A Ke, before I got married, Fu Simian begged his father to prevent me from becoming his father's business chips, and he was finally punished to kneel in the study. He must have felt sorry for me."

"But the next day, when I asked him if it was for me, he said I was thinking too much." Fu Siya laughed, "He has always been like this, and I often feel very distressed. People around him spoiled him, making him feel that he has no problems and developed his arrogant personality."

"Until he kicked the iron plate." Fu Siya said to Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike's breathing was a little heavier, and he knew that the iron plate Fu Siya was talking about was himself.

Fu Siya's gaze slowly fell on the drawer over there.

"He has been insomnia for a long time. From the day he came back from Beicheng, I read his medical records. He often only slept for two or three hours a day..." Fu Siya smiled bitterly, "The room has been kept for you. All the cleaning and tidying is not involved in the aunt. He will come back to sleep once occasionally, and he has medicine in all drawers on this single sofa."

"A Ke, you may not know less about Fu Simian than me. He is actually more dedicated and serious than most people. You understand," Fu Siya seemed to see through Zhou Shike. She held Zhou Shike's hand, "You are unwilling to accept it, right? The few years of unwilling to be so hard and aggrieved, just exposed it so easily?"

Zhou Shike's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and his face began to heat up. He was touched by Fu Siya.

Fu Siya stared at him. After a few seconds, Zhou Shike stiffly pulled his hand back from Fu Siya's hand. He whispered: "Are you persuading me to make peace with him?"

There were only slight breathing in the room and the sound of the wind outside the balcony.

Fu Siya shook her head.

"The decision is up to you, I just hope you make careful decisions."

"If it was Zhou Shixuan, she should also hope that you can think clearly, because you will take revenge on others and take revenge on yourself because of hatred."

"Besides, if Fu Simian is really happy and happy with others, do you think it is fair to you?"
Chapter completed!