While still waiting for the elevator, Shi Yang had closed his eyes slightly to resist the dizziness caused by alcohol.
The man who was still holding his little girlfriend looked at her with a hint of lewdness, and his eyes fell from her bright red face to her slightly rising chest.
She was wearing a very professional look today, a long-sleeved white French streamer chiffon shirt, paired with a light khaki ankle-length skirt. She wore long chocolate brown curly hair, showing her professional gentleness.
Shiyang obviously felt the wretchedness in the man's eyes.
She opened her eyes and gave him a cold look, turned slightly to the side, blocking the man's view of her chest, and squeezed the phone in her hand slightly.
Fu Jingchuan saw that her finger was pressing the "110" button. He didn't really want to call the police, but he always left a way out for himself.
He is obviously here.
Fu Jingchuan turned his head away, suppressed the violent emotions in his heart, then turned his eyes back, and then strode towards her. As soon as he reached her, he held her hand and gave her a cold look. Man waiting for the elevator.
The man was shocked by the coldness in his eyes and unconsciously hugged his little girlfriend tightly. He found an excuse and left with his little girlfriend in his arms.
The elevator door opened at this moment. Fu Jingchuan clasped Shiyang's palm tightly, pushed her into the elevator with a little force, and then pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.
Shiyang looked at him silently and said nothing.
The tightly held hand tried to move, but as soon as it moved, Fu Jingchuan held it tighter, giving her no chance to break free.
It wasn't until he reached the door of the room that Fu Jingchuan stretched out his hand to her: "Room card!"
The cold and angry voice suppressed all Shiyang's attempts to struggle.
When she hesitantly took out the room card, Fu Jingchuan took it directly, opened the door, pushed Shiyang into the room, and then looked at the room.
The room is a very spacious standard room, and there are no appliances for cooking.
He asked Shiyang to sit down on the sofa, then turned around and called the housekeeping department to ask for some sobering tea. Then he turned around and took the kettle on the table. He took a look and was not sure about the cleanliness.
He boiled half a pot of warm water, put the unopened mineral water in to warm it up, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it to Shiyang: "Drink some water first."
"Um."
Shiyang thanked him softly, took a sip, and the discomfort caused by alcohol in his stomach was slightly relieved.
There was a knock on the door at this moment, and the housekeeping department brought sobering tea.
Fu Jingchuan went to get it, thanked him, and handed it to Shiyang: "Drink this first."
Shiyang nodded lightly, took it silently, and drank it in small sips.
The initial dizziness subsided after a brief period of sweat evaporation, and the feeling of being tipsy was still there, but not strong.
After drinking the sobering tea, she and Fu Jingchuan fell into a relatively wordless silence.
No one spoke, and no one knew what to say.
She refused to be husband and wife, and Fu Jingchuan refused to be friends. The two of them were just strangers.
The sudden ringing of a cell phone interrupted the silence in the room.
Shiyang and Fu Jingchuan looked at the bag where the phone rang at the same time. It was Shiyang's phone.
Fu Jingchuan handed her the bag.
Shi Yang took out his cell phone and it was Yan Yao calling.
He was worried about her and called her to ask if she had returned home.
"Well, I'm back now." Shiyang said softly, "Thank you, senior brother."
"Why are you being polite to me?" Yan Yao on the other end of the phone chuckled, and then asked her belatedly, "Are you okay?"
He didn't forget Fu Jingchuan's indifference when he dragged her away just now.
"I'm fine, senior brother, you don't have to worry about me."
Shiyang replied softly, with a very calm and soft voice. It was obviously the same as when she spoke to him, but Fu Jingchuan still heard a hint of violence.
He suppressed the discomfort, watched Shiyang hang up the phone, and looked at her: "Is he here for your company?"
Shiyang was stunned when asked. She had never thought of this possibility, but she felt it was not the case.
Yan Yao didn't have a close relationship with her.
"No," she said.
The corners of Fu Jingchuan's mouth curled up with sarcasm, not agreeing with her judgment.
But he did not continue to dwell on this issue.
"If he chases you, is it possible for you and him?" Fu Jingchuan asked.
"..." Shi Yang also didn't think about this problem, and Yan Yao didn't give any signal in this regard.
Fu Jingchuan saw through her confusion: "I mean what if."
"I don't know." Shiyang said honestly.
Fu Jingchuan: "What if it's me?"
Shiyang: "..."
"Isn't it possible?" Fu Jingchuan asked, very calmly.
Shiyang didn't answer, but her silence already told him the answer.
Fu Jingchuan smiled: "So, it's possible for you to be with anyone, but not with me, right?"
"We've already tried it, Fu Jingchuan." Shiyang said softly, "Friends may be more suitable."
"friend?"
Fu Jingchuan murmured these two words, glanced at her, and suddenly leaned down towards her. He put his left arm on the back of the sofa behind Shiyang, and immediately trapped Shiyang between his chest and the sofa.
Shiyang looked up at him intuitively.
Fu Jingchuan was also leaning over to look at her, his black eyes calm and sharp.
"Shiyang." He called her name.
"Huh?" She raised her head in confusion.
"Is this something friends can do?"
When the sound fell, he clasped the back of his neck with one hand, lowered his head, and kissed her.
Precise and ferocious.
