Secret love becomes a marriage

He thought that even after seven years, she would still be the same as before. He didn't see him just now, but she was distracted for a moment.

But how come he came up to her and didn't respond? The haze gradually appeared on her face, and her voice was amplified a lot. I thought it was time for her to notice herself this time!

Indeed, she heard his voice, no longer in a daze, looked up at him!

He took out his hand in his pocket and thought that if she rushed to hold him later, for the sake of her seven years in prison, he stretched out his hand to hold her and asked her to go back and tell the old man not to go on a blind date.

Fu Linshen thought so and was sure that everything would happen as he wanted, but he forgot that the relationship between him and Fu Sishen was no longer the same as before.

Seven years passed between them. He is still a young man of the Fu family, covering the sky with one hand and standing at the peak of power and wealth. Unlike Fu Sishen, she is no longer a princess living under the protection of the Fu family.

She wanted to understand that adoption was adoption after all. She said she wanted to be a daughter-in-law for the Fu family. If Fu Linshen didn't promise, she would be imprisoned. She didn't have the ability to squander her love wantonly.

And even if there were, she spent the past seven years in prison. All her wanton publicity was suppressed by the disaster of prison. Her pride was consumed by the iron whip of those prisons. She could not get up wantonly anymore, especially in front of the person who personally sent her to prison.

So what happened later ran counter to Fu Linshen's idea.

The first time she saw him, her eyes rolled up with fear. Instead of rushing towards him and hugging him, she retreated. It was like he was a devil and Satan. If she approached him, she would go to hell.

She retreated, her steps were unstable, and the whole person fell to the ground. Her thin body trembled uncontrollably, as if his fear had reached the extreme. He was just about to make a sound, and saw what she was thinking. At last, her hands seemed to get up on the ground, but he couldn't get up.

Fu Linshen's cold expression on his handsome facial features finally cracked bit by bit with Fu Sishen's actions of getting up and falling again and again. He stretched out his hand and his voice was cold as if he were in an ice warehouse more than ten degrees below zero. "Give me your hand!"

The dry and warm hand, seven years ago, even after she entered the Fu's house, I heard that old Fu pointed at him and told her that he would be her brother to marry in the future. It was what Fu Sishen most wanted to lead up. Even for holding this hand, she paid a tragic price. Therefore, today, seven years later, this person is the existence she hates most, and this hand, It's her most resistant nightmare.

Taking back his wandering thoughts, Fu Sishen lowered his head lower, supported his wrists on the ground, and the whole person seemed to climb forward.

The summer sun is very hot. The asphalt road baked by the sun is like a stove, which makes Fu Sishen breathless. There is fine sweat on her forehead, biting the wound on her forehead. It hurts numbly, and the dragged leg also hurts very much. She has to bite her lip tightly to resist the pain.

Fu Linshen did not expect that his outstretched hand would fall empty. He was completely ignored again.

He lowered his eyes, and a small figure crawling on the ground was printed in his deep eyes. The white shirt was short enough to cover only half of his upper body, and all the rest of the fruit was exposed in front of him. There were winding scars on it, some close to his skin color, and bright red and bloody. The white trousers were loose and collapsed, exposing his ankles due to friction with the ground, There was a blur of flesh and blood, as if it had been stabbed by a sharp weapon.

Suddenly, Fu Linshen's heart seemed to be stung by something. A pain spread through his nerve endings and irritably tore open his shirt. He squatted down in front of Fu Sishen, pulled her hand with one hand, and pulled her upper body lying on the ground, "enough, Fu Sishen."

Did you mean to show such a poor side in front of him?

Like seven years ago, he deliberately took a knife to cut shallow scars on his thin and tender hands, and then took it to him. A pair of big eyes rippled with water waves, a small mouth pursed wrongly, and a tender voice shouted pain. Is that right? Fu Linshen didn't have the heart to figure it out. He only knew that he couldn't see such a humble and pitiful girl for this second.

"Get in the car with me and go home!"

"That's not my home?"

Fu Sishen, who had not raised his eyes to see Fu Linshen, finally raised his head and looked at him after Fu Linshen said this sentence. His dry lips wriggled and his voice was hoarse like a dozens of year old mother. His eyes were empty and crystal.

"My parents have long died. I have no family. Uncle Fu took me in because he looked at me pitifully and looked at me as a child. Now I am an adult. Uncle Fu doesn't have to take care of me for the trust of my family. I don't have a home..."

Without waiting for Fu Linshen to speak, she said to herself that her voice was very light, there was no heart rending cry, let alone anger, as if she said something that had nothing to do with her.

But this second, Fu Linshen felt a deeper pain in his heart. In Kyoto, he covered the sky with only one hand. Fu Dashao, who can handle everything freely, was at a loss.

Of course, he didn't admit it himself. He attributed this emotion to a kind of later guilt. Will the dignified Fu Dashao and the ruthless Fu Dashao feel guilty? I'm afraid it will laugh off people's big teeth!

But at the moment, if you don't need a guilty prevarication, what excuse should you use to stop the pain at the bottom of your heart? Do not want to delve into, only a sentence of guilt is the best excuse!

"You have the surname of the Fu family, that is, the Fu family."

A sentence is not the old Fu style tone, but with some temperature. If Fu Sishen used to be flattered, he would even mistakenly think that this man cares about her.

Now Fu Sishen, well, she knows that this is just a kind of charity. It comes from Fu Linshen, but what will he give again? Isn't everything he wants? Step her down hard and let her know that life is better than death for inferior people in this world. Why should he?

"Come with me!"

"Let go of me! Fu Linshen let go of me!" she spoke again, her voice was still very light, but she could hear it firmly inside.

But what role is Fu Linshen? How to allow someone to resist him again and again, this person was Fu Sishen. His face was a little gloomy immediately. He pulled her wrist and used his strength, so he had to forcibly lift Fu Sishen up.

Never thought that the man who was once very stubborn but had no temper in front of him was now stubborn in front of him, and he was extremely cruel.

"Fu Linshen!" she suddenly shouted to him.

"En?" Fu Linshen raised half of her body at this time, listened to her cry, looked back at her and waited for her words.

Looking back, I saw a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth. Because she was thin, the pear vortex was deeper, and her eyes, a pair of big eyes, were condensing themselves in an instant.

For a moment, Fu Linshen's heart throbbed, like an electric current flowing through. He didn't have time to study the inexplicable feeling. He only heard a dull sound of "bang".