Ke Chen looked at Fu Jingchuan in confusion.
Fu Jingchuan's face was so cold that he was almost expressionless, and even his eyes were cold. For a moment, he saw the determination and ruthlessness passing through his dark eyes, a kind of determination and ruthlessness that he would not care about once and for all. He held the pen His hand quickly followed and wrote the word "Fu Jing" on the contract. When the pen tip reached the word "Chuan", Fu Jingchuan suddenly threw the pen on the table with a "pop".
"Sorry, the house is not for sale." He said coldly, and Fu Jingchuan turned and left, leaving the agent and the new tenant alone, who looked at each other in confusion.
Ke Chen quickly stepped forward to clean up the mess: "Sorry, there is something wrong with that house. After thinking about it, I still can't trick you."
"What are you doing?" the new tenant got angry on the spot, "Since there is a problem, you are using it to fool people."
"I'm really sorry." Ke Chen apologized repeatedly, winked at the intermediary, gave him a compensation, asked him to appease the client, and then made an excuse to leave.
When he returned to the office, Ke Chen saw Fu Jingchuan sitting in front of his desk in a daze, his face empty, and the pen he held in his hand was turning lightly.
As if aware of his gaze, Fu Jingchuan turned his head and glanced at him: "Ke Chen."
Ke Chen quickly stepped forward: "Mr. Fu, what's the matter?"
Fu Jingchuan: "You helped me buy Shiyang's house."
Ke Chen: "..."
He glanced at Fu Jingchuan hesitantly, without daring to ask any more questions, and nodded: "Okay."
Shiyang's house had been sold before he left the country. Fortunately, the buyer was not in a hurry to move in and the house remained as it was.
Ke Chen bought the house back at a price much higher than the market price.
When he handed the key to Fu Jingchuan, Ke Chen saw Fu Jingchuan staring at the key for a long time. When he suspected that Fu Jingchuan had forgotten his existence, Fu Jingchuan put away the key and looked at him.
"Kechen, thank you."
Ke Chen was frightened by the thank you. He had never been thanked so seriously and calmly by Fu Jingchuan.
He pulled his lips uncomfortably: "Mr. Fu, are you okay?"
Fu Jingchuan shook his head and said nothing. His eyes turned to the trash can behind him, and he was slightly stunned.
Ke Chen felt that something was really wrong with Fu Jingchuan, so he couldn't help but hesitate and persuaded: "Mr. Fu, since you can't let go, why not go find her."
"There is nothing that cannot be let go." Fu Jingchuan responded calmly, with a very light voice. When the copper-black key turned twice in his palm, Fu Jingchuan lowered his eyes and then raised his hand. The key was in the air. Drawing a beautiful parabola, it accurately landed into the trash can behind Ke Chen with a "pop" sound.
"..." Ke Chen hesitantly looked back at the trash can, and then at Fu Jingchuan. His eyelids were half closed, and his face was very pale, almost expressionless.
Ke Chen stepped forward to pick up the key, but Fu Jingchuan raised his eyes to stop him: "No need."
Ke Chen stopped reaching for the trash can.
"She and I are over." Fu Jingchuan said. After speaking, he pushed away the keyboard, stood up, and left without looking back.
Ke Chen looked at his tall figure gradually going away, and for some reason, he suddenly felt sad.
He had seen the way Fu Jingchuan looked at Shiyang, and he had also seen the way Shiyang looked at Fu Jingchuan. He always believed that that was love, a kind of love that could understand the other person with one look without too many words.
did not expect……
Sighing softly in his heart, Ke Chen looked away, looked at the keys lying quietly in the trash can, and bent down.
