"What's up with him?"
Zhong Qiqi asked Ke Chen anxiously, wondering why Fu Jingchuan suddenly changed his face.
Ke Chen was also confused.
From the moment Fu Jingchuan agreed to add WeChat, he felt it was abnormal.
Fu Jingchuan never adds people to WeChat casually, especially women.
He also didn't see that Fu Jingchuan was interested in Zhong Qiqi.
"Maybe I was distracted."
Ke Chen smiled awkwardly and found an excuse that even he thought was nonsense. After saying that, regardless of Zhong Qiqi's confusion, he said goodbye and hurriedly chased after her.
When he rushed to the parking lot, Fu Jingchuan could no longer be seen.
Ke Chen quickly took out his mobile phone and called Fu Jingchuan: "Mr. Fu, where have you been?"
"Take a taxi back yourself."
The other end of the phone responded quietly, and the call was cut off.
Ke Chen frowned and looked at his phone. Although the call just now was short, Fu Jingchuan's voice was filled with wind noise. He was obviously driving, and the speed was not low.
Fu Jingchuan only drives fast when he is in a bad mood.
Ke Chen wasn't sure whether Fu Jingchuan's bad mood was related to Shiyang.
When he agreed to add Zhong Qiqi to WeChat just now, Ke Chen almost thought that Fu Jingchuan was going to meet someone new and start over.
He didn't know why Fu Jingchuan chose to regret it.
Ke Chen couldn't tell whether he was relieved or worried, he sighed silently, and Ke Chen had to go out and take a taxi.
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Fu Jingchuan drove aimlessly on the road alone.
Suburban roads are empty and wide.
He was driving very fast, and the evening breeze poured in through the wide open window, making his hair messy.
Although this city is thousands of miles away from Xicheng, this city is almost like a second hometown to him.
He studied in college here.
So did Shiyang.
But she would never know that their universities were only separated by a wall.
Outside the window is a large row of ginkgo trees, whizzing past with the speed of the car.
Next to it is the university town, and you can vaguely see young lovers laughing and playing on the tree-lined avenues.
Not far ahead is one of the goals of this trip, Shanghui Shopping Mall.
A few years ago, it was the youth of college students in this city.
It has sent away college students one after another, and ushered in high school students one after another, slowly being eliminated by the times.
Fu Jingchuan suddenly remembered that in his graduation year, he arranged a dinner party with his dormitorymates and chose this shopping mall.
In that Sichuan hot pot restaurant decorated in a simple Chinese style, he suddenly looked up while watching other people laughing and chatting. The familiar face from the table next door suddenly fell into his eyes. It was just as quiet and calm as in his memory, with a hint of smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. smile.
Shiyang would never know that her reunion with him after high school graduation was not the same class reunion four years ago.
When they met suddenly, Fu Jingchuan couldn't quite remember what he was feeling at that time, and why he didn't come forward to disturb him.
There was just a hint of regret when he thought about it later, but it was not strong enough to make him desperate to contact her.
His life and life trajectory did not change in any way because of that chance encounter, but in the short free time after the busy work, he would think of Shiyang and the regret of missing out.
Such regret made the reunion at the class reunion turn into an out-of-control situation like thunder from the sky and fire from the ground.
That loss of control caused his life to deviate slightly from its intended path, but not by much.
Fu Jingchuan doesn't know if he is now guiding his deviated life path back to the established direction.
Shiyang's journey with him was over.
They have proven that they are not suitable for each other.
Just now, when Zhong Qiqi asked to add him on WeChat, Fu Jingchuan even thought about accepting Shiyang's suggestion and finding someone who complements him.
If he and Shiyang had a passionate and proactive temperament like Zhong Qiqi's, they would never end up like this.
Moreover, forgetting someone starts with meeting new people.
So at that moment, in a state of extreme rationality, he reached out for the phone.
It was also at the same moment that Shiyang watched countless scenes of him quietly switching in her brain, turning into a heavy feeling of guilt.
He even had the absurd feeling of betraying Shiyang.
Maybe it was because Shiyang had always been single, and he had also been single. Even though he had been divorced for two years, subconsciously, he had never faced the fact that he and Shiyang were divorced.
To him, Shiyang just seemed to have had an awkward moment and traveled far away.
Even though Fu Jingchuan was rationally aware that it was not the case, he and Shiyang were over, and marriage between men and women was irrelevant from now on. But even though he was thousands of miles away, he was still invisibly influenced by Shiyang.
Fu Jingchuan's handsome face was livid because of this fact.
When he returned to the hotel, Ke Chen clearly felt that Fu Jingchuan's face was still very bad, still as cold as when he left Shanghui Real Estate.
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"Mr. Fu, are you... okay?"
After enduring it, Ke Chen couldn't hold it back, and he still asked out his worried words.
But unlike before, this time there was no "nothing" from Fu Jingchuan.
He just walked past him expressionlessly and entered the room.
Ke Chen followed eagerly and asked dutifully:
"Mr. Fu, have you eaten? I'll ask the catering department to bring you dinner."
As he said that, he turned around and called the housekeeping department.
"Need not."
Fu Jingchuan finally spoke, but his voice was very cold.
Ke Chen was convinced again that Fu Jingchuan was in a very bad mood.
This kind of badness is different from before.
In the past, I still restrained myself from showing anything, but now I can say that I have no cover.
Such Fu Jingchuan made Ke Chen a little worried and couldn't help but look at him: "Mr. Fu, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me. Keeping it in your heart is not good for your health."
Fu Jingchuan turned to look at him: "Are you free?"
Ke Chen nodded quickly: "Yes."
Fu Jingchuan: "Practice boxing with me."
Ke Chen: "..."
Two hours later, Ke Chen collapsed in the hotel gym from exhaustion. He didn't even have the strength to get up. He lay directly on the ground, breathing heavily, and his boxing uniform was soaked with sweat.
Fu Jingchuan was not much better than him. His training clothes were wet with sweat, his hair was wet, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
But compared to his embarrassment, Fu Jingchuan is still much better. He is sweating, but unlike him, he is completely dead and unable to move.
Fu Jingchuan just sat in the corner, with one leg bent and the other straight, with his arms casually resting on his bent knees.
Sweat dripped down his wet black hair, and his stern face was not relieved by this hearty vent.
His handsome face was still tense, and his dark eyes were sharp and cold.
I don't know what I'm looking at, my eyes are a little out of focus, and I don't know what I'm thinking.
Ke Chen gasped and turned to look at him: "Boss, you haven't recovered yet?"
Fu Jingchuan looked at him expressionlessly and said nothing.
His eyes had turned elsewhere.
There are many people in the gym, all of them are young people, both men and women. There are also many couples, wearing couple's sportswear, lifting iron together, looking at each other with eyes covered with honey.
Ke Chen also noticed where Fu Jingchuan's eyes were, and couldn't help but glance at the intimate couple and then at Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan had retracted his gaze and turned his gaze out the window.
Outside the window, you can see the city night that has gradually entered a deep sleep, and you can still vaguely see the occasional colorful spotlights passing by.
Fu Jingchuan looked a little lost.
Ke Chen couldn't help but called him worriedly: "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Jingchuan did not look at him, but said softly: "Tell me, why is it so difficult to let go of someone?"
"But why is it so easy for her?"
Ke Chen: "..."
