The Whole Internet is Waiting For Master Fu To Fall In Love

He lowered his head, staring at her with deep eyes, his eyes were cold, "Really? I can't see that you are quite capable."

Yaya lowered her head and didn't answer, but she didn't expect Yu Wenfan's next words would put her in an even more embarrassing situation.

"Are you so casual about any man who looks good? If he can do it, can I do it too?"

Yaya felt as if struck by lightning, her already pale face was even more ugly, her widened eyes were foggy, and the embarrassment in her heart was infinitely magnified, almost drowning her.

Forgetting that one of her hands was still injured, she tried her best to push him away, her moist eyes were flushed, and she couldn't hold back her tears.

She looked at him with a strong nasal voice, as if she was about to cry in the next second, "Yu Wenfan, I hate you."

She turned around and wanted to leave, but Yu Wenfan was faster than her, grabbed her arm and pressed her against the wall, asking in a deep voice, "You hate me, do you like that Lin Fang?"

Yaya was very wronged, her stubbornness came up, she replied unwillingly, "Yes, I like him, he is good everywhere, he won't be hated like you."

"Ah."

Yu Wenfan sneered, pinched her chin, forced her to look up, and said cruelly, "I hate it, so why did you like me before?"

With her back against the cold wall, the coolness penetrated into her heart, Yaya pulled her lips, her voice was very soft, "It's me who likes you, so are you satisfied?"

The words fell, and the cold liquid slid across her cheeks uncontrollably.

Obviously wanting to hold back, but still can't hold back.

Yaya wiped it off with her hands indiscriminately, cursing herself that it was useless.

Yu Wenfan's pupils trembled slightly, and Yaya's words "It's me who loves you" echoed in his ears. Before he could recover, her tears burned the back of his hands and blinded his eyes.

He let go of her chin, took a deep look at her, and then lifted his foot to leave.

"boom--"

The door slamming shook the whole room

move.

Yaya's body slid down slowly, and she fell to sit on the cold floor. She curled up into a ball, wrapped her hands around her knees, and buried her head in her knees.

Even if she was cheated on her first love, or even plotted against by her ex-boyfriend and best friend, she had never felt as uncomfortable as she is now.

But the other party was Yu Wenfan, so she had nothing to do.

...

The sky is dark, and the neon lights illuminate the bustling and lively night.

In the box, Yu Wenfan drank one glass of wine after another, but his consciousness couldn't be more lucid.

He knocked his wine glass on the table, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.

The other party answered quickly, speaking cleanly, "What's the matter?"

Yu Wenfan leaned on the sofa, raised his head, his jaw line was sharp, "Fu Juncheng, you said you have such a bad temper, how can you still marry a wife?"

On the other end of the phone, Fu Juncheng was looking at the document, and when he heard his words, he frowned slightly, "Are you drunk?"

"Drunk, how is that possible? Labor and capital are a lot of people who can never get drunk." Yu Wenfan sneered, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared in the next second, and his casual tone was mixed with a trace of seriousness.

"Fu Juncheng, what method did you use to make Gu Qingning like you so much? Make her see you as the only one in her heart?"

Fu Juncheng raised his eyebrows, vaguely guessing why he was drunk to soothe his worries.

He hooked his lips, "Are you free to ask what to do, or who do you like?"