Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 7

The beginning of autumn has passed, and the weather is getting cooler.

After Chu Ci got off work, she didn't go home immediately.

She walked slowly along the street, not knowing where to go.

Tired from walking, she sat down on a bench by the street.

Heart blocked panic, very sad a sour feeling.

The first 20 years of her life went so smoothly, like a dream, she was the jewel in the palm of her father, she could get whatever she wanted.

Anyone who saw her would praise her for being pretty and good at studying, and to honor her father's face.

Except at the age of 20, the person she liked suddenly disappeared from her life.

For most of the rest of the time, she went smoothly and smoothly.

Only now, the dream woke up.

She has almost nothing.

Chu Ci sat there, buried her face in her palms, and wept silently.

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The car drove forward smoothly, and the sound insulation equipment inside the car blocked out all the sounds outside the car.

When driving all the way to the center of City A, feeling that the car had been parked in place for a while, Fu Heng raised his head from the file and looked out of the car.

"Mr. Fu, there are often traffic jams in the city center, please be patient." Uncle Liu, who was driving, explained cautiously.

Fu Heng responded, his eyes were still wandering outside the car, the evening sun was about to set, and the sky was covered with a layer of dazzling orange light.

The car window was sealed, and he felt a little suffocated. He reached out to press the electric window and looked at the busy traffic outside the car.

The city is very lively, people come and go, and every day, everyone is performing their own love, hatred, joys and sorrows.

With just such a casual glance, he saw Chu Ci sitting there.

At first she didn't recognize it, but Chu Ci just happened to raise her face, wiped her snot with a paper, and then threw the paper into the trash can beside her.

The whole person moves in one go.

The fragments of the setting sun sprinkled on her body, as if casting a soft halo on her, shining brightly.

Suddenly he couldn't look away.

"Go, stop there." Fu Heng closed the car window and ordered.

Chu Ci cried a lot, feeling better.

She sniffed, then thought about where to eat later.

Something happened after taking a bite of lunch, so she hasn't eaten until now, and her stomach is almost starving.

Recalling the "beep" car horn, Chu Ci looked up at the luxury car parked in front of her.

The car window was rolled down, and Fu Heng sat inside with a calm expression.

What he meant was self-evident.

This is not a place to park. A driver has already honked his horn. The next step is to roll down the window and start cursing.

Chu Ci felt that this man had no sense of public morality at all, so she covered her face with her bag, then opened the door and got in the car.

Fu Heng looked sideways at her and found that her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

His fingers moved slightly, but in the end he just said indifferently, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." The voice of the one who had just cried was hoarse and soft.

With a thought in his mind, Fu Heng softened his tone, "What do you want to eat?"

"Casual!"

Chu Ci put her hands on her knees, obviously absent-minded.

"I didn't give you anything to eat." Fu Heng's voice suddenly turned cold.

Chu Ci flinched, raised her eyes, and glanced at him timidly, but saw that his expression was as cold as usual.

Finally, she moved her gaze out the window.

The words "Hot Pot King" slowly crossed her line of sight.

"Eat hot pot, I haven't eaten for a long time."

After finishing speaking, I realized that people like Fu Heng would go to eat hot pot, don't be kidding.

Just when she was about to change her words, the man had already spoken lightly.

"Go back!"

(End of this chapter)