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Chapter 157 Are You Trying To Treat Me...

On the phone, Song Yan didn't ask Fu Hanshen what he asked her to do in the company, and when she arrived at the office building in Pei Siyu's car, she didn't see Fu Hanshen.

Song Yan got out of the car suspiciously, turned his head and said to Pei Siyu, "You still have work to do, go do it first."

"Then I'm leaving." Pei Siyu raised her eyebrows, and drove away after Song Yan answered.

Standing in front of the office building, Song Yan looked inside the company gate, but he couldn't find Fu Hanshen anywhere, so he hesitated for a while before dialing his number.

The phone rang several times before being answered, Song Yan spoke first, "I'm already here."

"Take care of something temporarily, you come up first?" Fu Hanshen's voice came through the phone.

Song Yan thought for a while, "Then you call me after the meeting is over, I won't go up."

On this side, Fu Han frowned deeply, "It may take some time, you come up first."

Song Yan still refused, "I'll just walk around."

Although she was a little curious about the place where he worked, at the moment, she felt that it was not suitable for her to go in. It was probably more or less affected by Lin Xu's relationship, which made Song Yan scruples about many things.

Hearing her stubborn insistence, Fu Hanshen didn't insist anymore, "I'll call you later."

"Ah."

The two hung up the phone, Song Yan looked outside at the office building in front of him, pursed his lower lip, turned and walked across the street.

**
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Fu Hanshen put away his phone, looked down at the woman who turned around and left with lowered eyes, slightly frowned, and looked back at Shang Wu, "How's it going?"

Shang Wu was fiddling with a bouquet of delicate and beautiful roses in front of him. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled awkwardly, "Pour some more water on it and it will probably be fine."

After ordering the delivery from the florist, Fu Hanshen called Song Yan to come over. Unexpectedly, he just discovered a little imperfection, and now Shang Wu is making up for it.

Fu Hanshen looked a little impatient, he threw his phone on the leather sofa in the rest area, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and put it on his wrist, and walked over with a cold expression.

Shang Wu saw that he was going to come by himself, so he quickly stepped aside.

Seeing the man lowering his head and concentrating on fiddling with the bouquet of roses, Shang Wu couldn't help thinking secretly, Mr. Fu is really serious today.

**
There is a sushi restaurant opposite the company, Song Yanwu went in and ordered sushi, and rarely ordered a pot of sake in a leisurely manner.

Sake is not as strong as other wines. After a few glasses, except for a little blush on the cheeks, it is basically not intoxicating, and the head is still clear.

Seeing that a lot of time had passed, Song Yan picked up her mobile phone and dialed Fu Hanshen's number. After learning that he was finally busy, she hung up the phone, got up, paid the bill and walked out of the sushi restaurant.

However, after going outside and scanning the office building opposite, he still couldn't see Fu Hanshen. Song Yan rubbed his brows, and had to take out his mobile phone to dial his number again, and said, "You must be looking for something in your spare time." I'm happy."

"..."

"Otherwise where are you now?"

"Behind you."

"..."

Holding the phone, Song Yan turned her head and looked behind her. Sure enough, Fu Hanshen was standing behind her.

He was holding a bouquet of bright red and delicate roses in his hand, and the rose petals were still stained with water drops. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and his figure was extraordinarily slender and upright.

The sleeves were rolled up to the wrists, and a few buttons on his chest were unbuttoned, revealing his strong and sexy chest slightly. From top to bottom, he showed a masculine flavor and a kind of calm but wild look that made Song Yan feel inexplicably stable. temperament.

His sharp three-dimensional face didn't show much emotion, and his deep black eyes stared fixedly at her. Fu Hanshen's skin was different from other men's healthy wheat color, pale, clean and comfortable.

Song Yan didn't expect him to say that he was behind him, and the resentment that he thought he was trying to make her happy just now was also dispelled by his behavior of standing behind him without knowing when.

Looking at the transparent air from a distance, Song Yan's mind suddenly flashed the scenes that only TV dramas have, and for a while, he felt as if he was really trapped in a romantic scene that only appeared on TV.

My heart suddenly felt warm.

When did he learn to surprise people like this?
Thinking about how much she blamed him just now, Song Yan felt uncomfortable, took back her phone, covered her mouth and coughed softly twice, she walked towards him, "Why didn't you tell me in advance when you wanted to send flowers?"

"I also think we should say it in advance." If Shang Wu hadn't fancied him, saying that women just like such unexpected surprises, he wouldn't have let her wait outside alone for so long.

Sure enough, you can't listen to what others say.

Song Yan really felt that this man was really unromantic, she just said it casually, did he really respond like this?

But I also feel that if the target is him, it doesn't seem to be too strange.

He's not a very funny man himself, it's rare to be able to do this, right?

Walking up to him, she looked up into his eyes, and glanced at the rose in his hand, "Is it for me?"

"Is there a second woman here?"

"But it may not be for me." Song Yan curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "Maybe it might be for someone else?"

Seeing that she clearly wanted it, but refused to admit it, Fu Hanshen simply took the flower and turned to the trash can beside him, "In case you think too much, just throw it away, this kind of I don't bother to take things, I lose my identity."

Song Yan saw that he was really throwing it away, and hurried over to snatch the flowers, "Since you are too lazy to take it, then I will take it for you, and I will not lose my status if I take it."

Fu Hanshen looked at the woman who snatched the rose and held it in her palm, with a faint smile on her lips, "Compared with your mouth, your body will be more honest."

Song Yan blushed, and stared at him shyly, "In broad daylight, can you think not to be so evil?"

"I'm talking about your current behavior." He kicked back her words, "Are you thinking too evil in broad daylight?"

Song Yan, "..."

Song Yan, "Where are we going now?"

She suddenly changed the subject, pretending to be ignorant and ignorant, which made Fu Hanshen suddenly want to abuse her.

Whenever she looks like this, his perverted hobbies will come up, this feeling even Fu Hanshen himself thinks it is very perverted, no matter what, there is a kind of itch, if there is a bed now...

He didn't continue to think about it, otherwise some things seemed to be irresistible, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. Fu Hanshen retracted his lustful eyes, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stared at her lazily, expressionless, The voice was serious, "Aren't you angry?"

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then remembered that just now he said on the phone that he was idle and bored looking for her to make fun of, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, but because of his face, he couldn't let him see that she was bought by just a bouquet of flowers , weakly echoed, "Qi."

"Then get in the car."

"..."

He put his hands in his trouser pockets with his sleeves rolled up, revealing a portion of his skin. With a calm and elegant demeanor, he took the lead with his long legs, and got into the car parked about ten meters behind.

Only then did Song Yan realize that his car had already driven out, but she didn't notice it just now?

Curling his lips, looking at the rose in his hand, Song Yan couldn't help but smile a little foolishly. When someone receives flowers from the man he likes, they probably feel the same as her now, right?

Fu Hanshen, who opened the car door and was about to get in the car, realized that she hadn't followed. Looking back, he caught a glimpse of the little happy smile on the woman's face, and the corners of her pretty lips couldn't help but twitch.

She looked at the flowers and smiled, while he smiled at her.

In a small act, an unsurprising thing, sometimes, happiness is so simple and easy.

**
After getting into the car, Song Yan was sitting on the passenger seat, holding a bouquet of roses in her hand as a treasure. She glanced at the man beside her from the corner of her eyes, and asked tentatively, "How many roses?"

"How many flowers?" Fu Hanshen said with a flat expression, "I don't know how many, you can see for yourself."

Song Yan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "Not sincere."

After finishing speaking, he ignored him and started counting by himself.

Fu Hanshen drove the car steadily, staring straight ahead calmly, recalling in his mind that Shang Wu had told him the meaning of each rose before, but he said too much, and he didn't write it down. He said the number casually and asked Shang Wu to buy according to that number.

It's all little women's things, how does he need to understand and care about it as a big man?

Shang Wu was surprised enough to hear about sending flowers alone.

Song Yan counted the roses silently, but she was startled when she finally finished counting, 33 roses?

After searching in my mind, I vaguely remember that 33 roses seem to be... I love you?

Unable to help, Song Yan turned his head to look at the man driving beside him. Looking from the side, the outline of his face became more and more stylish, as if carefully sculpted by God, showing perfection without reservation in a low-key manner, just like a Western man the profundity.

For some reason, Song Yan felt that a man like him might not understand the meaning of sending each rose, and he himself was not a man with romantic feelings.

Although it cannot be completely ruled out that he wanted to give 33 flowers, it is also very likely that it was recommended by the staff of the flower shop, which made Song Yan not very concerned.

What she suddenly noticed was that he seemed... never said that he loved her...

Almost, almost never once in a real sense of loving her...

**
The car drove into a street full of ancient culture. After finding a parking space, Fu Hanshen stopped, unbuckled his seat belt, turned his head and said to Song Yan, "Get out of the car."

Song Yan was a little dazed, and took a moment to react. Seeing that he got out of the car first, he had no choice but to unbuckle his seat belt, and got off along with him.

Turning around the front of the car, he caught a glimpse of her holding a bouquet of roses in her hand, Fu Hanshen motioned to her, "Put this thing in the car first."

Not knowing what he was going to do, Song Yan also felt that it would be inconvenient to carry flowers, so he looked down at the rose in his hand, and finally listened to what he said, and put the flowers back in the car.

It's just that when she turned around, she couldn't help but look at Rose twice more, her eyes were full of complex luster.

Some things are probably like this, you can’t think too much, when you think about everything inadvertently, you will always be disturbed and restless.

She felt that she might have really thought too much, and now she looked at this bouquet of roses with such complicated emotions, but she knew that she shouldn't think about it, and she couldn't even think about it in a bad way, but her thoughts always seemed so uncontrollable Yes, it's not that she doesn't want to, so she must not care.

Shaking his head secretly, trying to get rid of all the thoughts in his mind, he pressed his lips tightly, and then Song Yan turned around and walked towards Fu Hanshen.

Conquering the complexities in her heart, she had a faint smile on her face, "Where are we going?"

She still doesn't know what he brought her here for.

Fu Han took her hand deeply, with a happy expression, "A date."

A little stunned.

Song Yan tilted his head and stared at his side face, but Fu Hanshen didn't explain any more, his glamorous eyes were dyed with a touch of warmth from the breeze, and he led her away, walking towards the street, with the corners of his lips as if Nothing raised slightly.

**
This is the only ancient cultural street in this city. The long street is lined with stylish antique shops or trinkets sold at roadside stalls. The ground is paved with bluestone. Although it is also full of businesses place, but still looks very quaint and clean.

This is not Song Yan's first visit to this place, but the last time was a few years ago. At that time, he and Pei Siyu walked around casually and bought some small things at the roadside stalls. The appearance is similar in memory, and the fluctuations in changes are small.

On a street, there are very few people at the moment. There are couples in twos and threes who will hold hands or take pictures. Many trinkets on the roadside stalls are unattended, which is a bit deserted.

Song Yan turned his gaze away from those roadside stalls, and stared at the man who was holding her hand and was a head taller than her, "Are we dating here?"

Although she thought it was barely a good place for a date, wouldn't it look too chic?

Fu Hanshen turned his head to look at her, his dark pupils were flickering with emotion, "Don't you like it?"

Song Yan shook his head, "I'm just surprised."

It's not like a place for him to come.

Fu Hanshen smiled faintly, just passing an alley, he didn't say much, just said, "Follow me."

Song Yan felt that he was a little mysterious, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he followed him into the alley suspiciously.

Although they were holding hands, she was not as fast as his long legs. When Song Yan walked with him, he would see his back in a white shirt from time to time.

It is generous and makes people feel at ease.

The alley is not as wide as the street outside, just enough to accommodate two people walking side by side, with hard stone walls covered with moss on both sides.

Seeing that there was no one else in the alley except the two of them, and the space was so narrow that it was difficult for light to come in, making the whole alley extremely dark, Song Yan somehow felt a chill behind him.

Did she accidentally walk into the filming location of some horror movie?

Suddenly, at a corner, Fu Hanshen's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Song Yan thought that she was not timid, but when Fu Hanshen stopped and slowly turned her head to look at her, her heart skipped a beat, the corners of her mouth were stiff, and even the words she spoke were unconsciously hoarse "What, what's wrong?"

Staring at the slightly funny expression on her face, Fu Hanshen felt that pervert wanted to abuse her again, because she really wanted to be bullied with this appearance.

Stretching out his hand, he pinched her face, his eyes were full of teasing when he looked down at her, and his magnetic voice was also teasing, "Tell me, what's going on in your head right now? Huh?"

Although he was laughing, Song Yan couldn't laugh, the gloomy place was particularly intimidating, especially the alley was damp and dark, and there was no one else except them...

No matter how I think about it, there won't be many romantic things popping up in my head.

Song Yan swallowed, his expression was very stiff, "I always feel that you deliberately took me to a place where no one was around, and then attacked me."

"Murder?" Fu Hanshen raised his brows.

"Many criminals throughout the ages have committed crimes, and they will take people to a place where there is no one to destroy their corpses." Song Yan looked at him with a sudden strange look that Fu Hanshen could not ignore. He took a step back quietly, and said with difficulty, "You Should you think about me..."

Not missing her step back, Fu Hanshen sneered, and then gave her a cool look, "Persecution paranoia." After a pause, he looked at her and added, "Very childish."

Song Yan, "..."

Being told that she was naive by a man who was seven or eight years older than herself, Song Yan felt that the damage she suffered was actually not as great as imagined.

Suddenly, as if he had realized that there was something else hidden in her words just now, a strangeness flashed in his eyes. Fu Han raised his eyebrows deeply, and looked at her several times. This time, Song Yan felt that the eyes he looked at her were full of endless It's weird, deep and seems to contain something.

Suddenly, he moved away, and suddenly approached her, "Could it be, what were you actually reminding me of just now?"

Song Yan was taken aback, his inexplicable approach made her suddenly feel very dangerous, her steps almost moved back passively, and her expression was dazed, "What can I remind you?"

"Ha ha."

He laughed, and Song Yan's heart trembled when he laughed. The space was not spacious at all, and after taking two steps back, he suddenly lowered his back to the wall covered with light moss.

The bottom of her heart was pounding, and she felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Then, in her terrified and uneasy eyes, Fu Hanshen's powerful arms were propped up on the walls on both sides of her slowly, his long legs stood very calmly, his appearance was casual and charmingly lazy.

The corners of his lips slightly curled up are just the right three-point smile. At this moment, people feel more and more malicious. Even Song Yan looks at it with a kind of smirk tone that doesn't belong to his usual description of temperament. Suddenly, It makes people feel heartbroken and deeply nervous at the same time.

Nervous sweat oozes from her palms, facing him who seems to have changed suddenly, her heart is tense, and it is difficult to speak a single syllable.

Fu Han stared at her plain face with deeply bewitching and charming eyes.

Slowly, he lowered his head, leaned against her ear, and murmured softly...

(End of this chapter)