The man glanced at the outsider next to him - Qi Rong with a gloomy expression.
Qi Rong immediately understood and left quietly.
By the way, tell Shang Qian the news.
After the silence, Fu Yechuan spoke first, staring at Song Zhihe, with a cold tone:
"Who is he?"
Talk about the children and Xiao Yu'er still looking at Fu Yechuan in confusion.
Su Nan took a deep breath and looked at them:
"Will you wash your hands first?"
Talk about the kid nodded, and ran away hand in hand with Xiao Yuer.
Song Zhihe knew that Fu Yechuan had misunderstood, but he didn't explain and sat there as a tool.
Because he felt that Su Nan might not want him to leave now.
Seeing the anger in the man's dark eyes, Su Nan suddenly smiled:
"What does it matter to you who he is? Mr. Fu, do I have to remind you to be modest?"
"Size?"
Fu Yechuan's face was cold, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was deep and rough:
"Su Nan, the previous Shang Qian is fine, but he died, even if he didn't die, he didn't come back to look for you. I don't know where in the world he is happy!
Only your own self-righteous feelings are deep, of course, he is fine.
But what is this person? He looks about the same age as a high school student. Has your taste changed so quickly now? "
Su Nan's face turned pale.
It's not just him, but his relationship with Song Zhihe is unclear.
Also, he regards Shang Qian and his own feelings as incomparably contemptuous.
The man's speech was very fast, without the slightest pause.
It can be seen that these words have been brewing in my heart for a long time.
His eyes were scarlet, his emotions were undisguised, accusing and accusing.
As if in this way, he could let her know his grievances and let her see his bloody heart.
So tragic, so innocent.
Why not give him a chance, but talk and laugh with other men?
He still looked cold, arrogant and indifferent, only the complex emotions in his scarlet eyes made Song Zhihe feel a little unbearable.
Although he wanted to say that he was no longer a high school student, he was only three years younger than Su Nan.
But he couldn't break the eerie atmosphere now.
Su Nan bit her lower lip and said coldly:
"Fu Yechuan, I didn't say yes to you, and I didn't give you any possible hints.
I am grateful to you for saving me, but you are not qualified to point fingers at my private life and speak ill of my friends.
You are also a decent person, can't you give each other some leeway, do you have to make the relationship get out of hand to be satisfied? "
She stood up and stared at him without timidity, her eyes were full of indifference and alienation.
Fu Yechuan was suddenly speechless.
He felt his heart constricting.
He gritted his teeth indifferently, and looked at her struggling:
"I don't want to lose my temper with you, but do you really understand me? Do you know what I'm thinking?
I gave you enough space and freedom to remember that man, and I also gave you enough time for you to rebuild your old relationship.
But you know, I can only bear it so far, why can someone who came out of nowhere be able to replace Shang Qian but I can't?
Obviously I was the one who met you first, and I paid the price for my own miss, but what is he? "
Fu Yechuan pointed at Song Zhihe coldly with a look of disdain.
Song Zhihe pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows. He didn't want to participate at first, but suddenly he was a little unhappy with his attitude.
How rude.
He coughed:
"Then you should find the reason from yourself, brother?"
His youthful smile coupled with the phrase "brother", almost made Fu Yechuan angry.
Fu Yechuan had black lines all over his head.
With a livid face, he scolded Song Zhihe, this little boy: