Zhuo Huan looked back at him: "Come here."

"……Um."

Zhuo Huan took out the room card and swiped it.

Without being rejected, he successfully drove the elevator.

In the magnificent elevator, two people were reflected on the mirror elevator door. Fucheng looked down at the ground. The elevator was rising, but his heart sank little by little.

Arrive at the top floor.

No accident happened, Zhuo Huan opened the door by swiping his card.

Fucheng looked up at the house.

The furniture inside had not changed at all, exactly the same as three months ago. There was no sign of being lived in by others, nor was there any movement. Fucheng suddenly no longer had the courage to enter this door. The power that supported him to hold his suitcase and follow the man was almost at the end.

He put his suitcase at the door and did not go in.

"Teacher Zhuo, I'll send it here."

"Um?"

"It's too late, you can clean up the rest yourself."

"Oh, that's fine."

Zhuo Huan said, taking something out of his pocket and put it on the table next to the entrance.

The calm eyes accidentally saw the thing and were stunned. Fucheng stared at the thing placed on the entrance hall. After a while, he seemed to notice his gaze. Zhuo Huan glanced at the thing and said, "Oh, it's not a waste. I really like this touch. Find an opportunity to use it in two days."

Fu Cheng looked at the two condoms tightly, and he laughed slowly and nodded slightly: "Well, then I'll leave first."

"goodbye."

"goodbye."

The door slammed in front of you.

Fucheng turned around and walked into the elevator, went downstairs to take a car, and went home.

In the empty house, the lights were not on, and he was the only one left. Fucheng walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He drank the water, held his cell phone in one hand, and swiped the screen. After drinking a glass of water, he poured another glass. Then, poured another glass.

The moment before tears were about to hit the screen of the phone, the familiar nausea flowed up from the depths of his throat. The young man quickly ran to the trash can and squatted down. In the quiet kitchen, only terrifying and harsh vomiting sounds were heard.

I didn't eat much, and the ones I spit out were not only water, but more stomach acid.

However, as if he was about to vomit all the organs, he vomited all his food and couldn't even vomit stomach acid. He was still retching. He pressed his hands on the plastic bag on the edge of the trash can, and his fingertips turned pale and bloody.

No one knew how long it took, Fucheng stood up. He turned on the faucet and washed his face.

The screen of the phone lights up, open it and take a look.

[Fu Xiao: It's almost your birthday, do you have any birthday gifts you want?]

His eyes paused on this line of words for a long time, and Fu Cheng held his cell phone in both hands and typed out a line of words.

"Sister, I'm not happy."

The cursor in the input box flashes, but it has not been sent for a long time.

Three minutes later.

【Fucheng: No, I don’t lack anything, you know.】

[Fu Xiao: I know you have nothing to do, take good care of yourself, don’t stay up late and go to bed early.]

【Fucheng: Yes, I understand.】

My cousin asked a few more questions with concern, and then talked about her husband. She is the newlywed wife. Her love is as sweet as the rising sun, which makes Fucheng unable to open his eyes. He knew that he should bless him and should be happy for his cousin, but Fucheng really didn't have the strength. He said, "I'll go to bed first."

Fu Xiao replied: [Okay, go to bed early, good night.]

【Good night^_^】

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