I would rather betray the gods

[People like him are so careless all day long. Humph!]

On a dreary summer afternoon, Yuzu was slumped over her desk in the studio, endlessly procrastinating due to writer's block.

The news about Fang Yuan immediately revitalized him.

It's not that he doesn't care about his silly girl, it's just that he has to deal with so many upsetting things every day.

On one hand, he was looking for a way out of the trial of the powerful and wealthy in the half-heaven.

On the one hand, he also has to stick to his dreams and career, because he has been doing almost nothing lately, and he was scolded by the newly appointed team leader this morning.

He was in a terrible mood and dared not contact Fang Yuan, afraid of bringing his emotions to the sentimental woman.

Oh, and there's still no clue about this extraterrestrial visitor. Why is Earth suddenly so fraught with danger? This is a headache!

Thinking of the visitor from outer space, he took out the leaf that Lao Xu had given him from between the pages of a book, took a video, and sent it to Fang Yuan.

I'm so worried because I can't figure out the mystery of this leaf!

The leaves had all turned yellow, and Fang Yuan was unaware of the details. He didn't intend to ask for her help; he simply attributed many reasons to this to prove that he didn't ignore her.

How could two people who understand each other not feel each other's emotions?

Fang Yuan knew he was very busy, but the intense longing sometimes made her feel anxious and uneasy.

Once she got in touch, her mood immediately brightened.

Leaves grow towards the sun; take a look if you put a leaf in the sunlight.

Shortly after, she sent Yuzu some advice.

Yuzu really wanted to say that it was natural science, and what he had figured out was a mystery, which had nothing to do with sunlight.

But he did as instructed anyway.

Who told Fang Yuan to give the advice!

On the windowsill, the pomelo tree turned its leaves toward the sun, and the veins on the leaves were clearly visible, but otherwise there was nothing special about it.

Ok? !

Suddenly, Yuzu rubbed the leaf roots and turned the leaf over. She felt a jolt in her heart, but before she could process what was happening, she could only utter a question.

He then spun the blade again, much slower than before.

Suddenly, he looked at it several times, both from the front and the back.

Okay, I get it!

That's it!

"You cunning old Xu, you're a real devil!"

Like someone who had discovered a new continent, he clenched the leaf into his fist and muttered to himself.

You are truly my most precious treasure, mwah!

He then sent a message to Fang Yuan.

It means you've figured it out, right? Fang Yuan chuckled when she received the message, but what she cared about more was the "yao yao da".

This big grapefruit of hers, who usually gets incredibly shy when he sends her a hug, has finally grown up and sent a cute little kiss on her own initiative!

She clutched her phone to her chest, feeling incredibly unhappy, imagining the moment they would meet, his embrace becoming her world.

"Why are you still cooped up inside? Juan'er is here to see you."

Fang Yuan's mother's voice came from outside.

Yeah!

Fang Yuan, who was lost in her dream world, suddenly woke up and remembered that she had made an appointment with her best friend.

In just three to five minutes, she put on lipstick, changed her clothes, and went out shopping with her best friend.

Her style is simple and plain, and her natural beauty comes from within. She always gets a lot of attention when she walks down the street.

She often tells Yuzu the truth about being chased by strangers asking for V or something, but she refuses them all. All she wants is a warm home with a big Yuzu.

Every time, Yuzu would send her a sly smile emoji, saying that he was lucky to have her, and so on.

Every time, Yu Zi would secretly drink a jar of vinegar, so that the sour taste was almost undetectable, making her feel that he didn't care about her.

On the streets and alleys, Fang Yuan often stops at small jewelry shops to look for new hair clips.

She spends most of her time at home practicing yoga diligently, and her clothes and bags when she goes out are just enough to get by.

This tiny hair clip is unique in that it can both hold her hair up and satisfy her ever-changing girlish heart.

Sometimes, when a new yoga studio opens, she can't hide her excitement and drags her best friend inside to take a look.

She told her best friend that if she saved enough money in the future, she would also open her own yoga studio.

Before we knew it, it was evening.

Finally, Fang Yuan and her best friend, who were tired from shopping, walked into a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant.

When asked what kind of spiciness she wanted in her condiments, Moka Fang hesitated for a long time before choosing medium spicy.

She loves spicy food and originally wanted to choose extra spicy, but considering that her stomach has never been very good, she had to settle for second best.

While we were eating, a man wearing a long-sleeved shirt walked into the restaurant.

He might be a white-collar worker sitting in an air-conditioned office, but his attire is somewhat out of place in this sweltering summer heat.

Because they were sitting across from each other, Fang Yuan glanced at him unintentionally.

Unexpectedly, the man entered the house without looking at the menu first, but instead scanned the heads of everyone inside, his gaze landing on Fang Yuan.

Omg!

As their eyes met, Fang Yuan felt a chill creep into her heart, which startled her so much that she quickly lowered her head and continued eating her spicy hot pot.

"What's wrong? Your hands are shaking so much that the fish balls are falling out."

Her best friend noticed something was wrong.

"It was nothing, I just accidentally dropped it."

Fang Yuan pretended to be calm; she couldn't very well say that she was frightened by someone's look.

She then stole a few more glances at the person; he didn't have a fierce or menacing look, just an ordinary face.

But why did she feel a sudden sense of fear the moment their eyes met?

Perhaps it's neurasthenia caused by staying up late lately!

She thought this to herself, trying to comfort and calm herself.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, all the other seats are full. Could you please squeeze in here?"

A male voice interrupted Fang Yuan's thoughts.

Fang Yuan looked up and was so shocked she almost dropped her chopsticks.

Just what she feared most came true; the person who made her uncomfortable was the one who was forced to sit at the same table as her best friend.

"You can sit next to me, okay?"

While Fang Yuan was still in a daze, her best friend readily moved out of her seat, showing her kind heart.

Fang Yuan was in a real bind and could only try her best to suppress her emotions and make herself look more natural.

While they were eating, the man in the shirt suddenly made a surprising remark, saying that there would be an energy discussion conference at the XX Shopping Mall next week.

Many prominent figures in global politics and business leaders will attend.

Given their kindness in giving up their seats, he could disguise them as building staff and let them get up close to those world-famous figures.

Finally, he joked that with their looks, they might have a great encounter, and their rise to prominence would be a piece of cake.

Nausea!

Absolutely disgusting!

Fang Yuan could no longer suppress her emotions. Her face darkened, and she grabbed her best friend's hand and walked out.

Her previous forbearance was a sign of good manners and etiquette, but her outburst now reflects her sound values ​​and straightforward personality.

Perhaps her behavior made the man in the shirt feel disrespected.

The man in the shirt quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "How can you be so tactless? Do you know how many girls would love for me to help them!"

What does this have to do with me?

I can't believe something's wrong with my meal?

We don't even know each other, so it's wrong for me to stay far away from you!

Fang Yuan glared at him as a warning, then pulled her best friend away to take a detour.

At this moment, the man in the shirt stepped to the side and blocked his way again, his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking like he was not going to give up easily.

It's like a stray plaster, it stinks and is disgusting!

Fang Yuan wasn't afraid of such a rogue. On a whim, she deliberately raised her voice and said loudly, "Sir, could you please move aside? My best friend and I have finished eating and are about to leave!"

It worked; her voice drew the attention of everyone in the store.

Where is this? This is the land of China, where good men everywhere roar out against injustice.

Knowing he was in the wrong, the man in the shirt dared not cause any more trouble and obediently stepped aside.

On their drive home, Fang Yuan and her best friend were very disappointed, as a perfectly good day had been ruined by a scoundrel.

I thought that was the end of it.

Unexpectedly, a car suddenly appeared halfway through the road, constantly changing speed and stopping in front of their vehicle.

Several times their car nearly went over the guardrail.

Her best friend was so frightened that she choked up.

Fortunately, Fang Yuan was driving. Instead of being nervous at first, she was calm and collected, and very smart. She refused to stop and give the other party a chance to harass her.

Sure enough, when the plan failed, the man in the car opened the window and started cursing; it was undoubtedly the man in the shirt.

"How about I say a few nice words to get him to let us go?"

As she spoke, her best friend reached for the car window switch.

"Don't open it! He's a pervert, he's harassing you! The weaker you are, the more he'll escalate his behavior!"

Fang Yuan decisively stopped her.

In that moment of distraction, the car almost hit the curb.

She quickly swerved to correct the wheel, but even so, the car still wobbled from side to side several times.

"What should we do then?"

My best friend was gripping the seatbelt tightly, curled up.

Fang Yuan was at a loss for what to do.

But she only understood one thing: this man in the shirt had ulterior motives from the beginning, and the car absolutely could not be stopped.

So she gripped the steering wheel even tighter.