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Fu Conglin pursed his lips and smiled, "Grandpa, do you think I'm still the same Fu Conglin from that year?"

The old man narrowed his narrow eyes slightly and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Grandpa, what do you think I mean?"

"It's against you!" The old man slammed the ground with his crutches, "Are you threatening me?!"

Mr. Fu blushed with anger, his neck was thick, his chest was stuffy, and his face was extremely ugly.

After a while, Fu Conglin said calmly: "I didn't threaten you, I just hope you don't attack Xia Xia, she is innocent."

Fu Conglin stayed in the study for nearly half an hour before coming out. When he returned to the room, he saw Shi Wan sitting on the bed. Without saying a word, he walked straight to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Shi Wan still maintained the previous posture, sitting on the bed.

When she heard the movement, Wan raised her head and looked at Fu Conglin. He was wearing a bathrobe, his body was covered with wet hair, and he raised his hand to wipe his hair.

Shi Wan looked at him and whispered, "Mom said, you were beaten by grandpa."

Fu Conglin paused while wiping his hair, his eyes were a little cold, he glanced at Shi Wan, and didn't speak.

Shi Wan picked up the ointment and rubbed the tube with her fingertips, "Mom just brought this over, and said it's for removing scars."

"No need." The man's tone was cold, and he didn't even look at the ointment.

"I don't know about you..." Shi Wan paused, not knowing what to say.

Didn't know he would be beaten by grandpa because of her.

It's understandable that he didn't go to the hospital to see her.

"Why, does your heart hurt?" The man rubbed his hair, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stared at Shi Wan without blinking.

When Shi Wan was watched by him, he lowered his head a little dodgingly, and his heart was a little tense.

"Don't show me this pretentious gesture. It has nothing to do with you whether I get beaten or not." The man's voice was low and strange.

Shi Wan bit her lip, "I don't mean anything else, I just want to care about you."

"Shi Wan." He called her name in a low voice, his tone a little affectionate, "Don't worry about me, your concern is extremely cheap to me."

Shi Wan stabbed hard in the heart.

She put the ointment on the bedside table, tensed her cheeks, "It's up to you whether to rub it or not."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the bathroom, her figure was a bit stubborn.

Fu Conglin stared at the ointment for a while, then walked over to pick it up and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

At night, the two of them lay on the same bed, quiet and orderly as if they were strangers.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, it was raining heavily outside, the windows were not closed, the wind blew the curtains and fluttered, making trouble in the dark.

Shi Wan had something to worry about, plus a dull pain in her stomach, she didn't fall asleep, so she turned over slightly, stared at the phantom-like curtain, thought for a while, sat up, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, when suddenly one hand Reach out to her.

Shi Wan exclaimed in shock.

"What are you doing?" The man beside him said in a hoarse voice, obviously not asleep.

Shi Wan explained in a warm voice: "The window is not closed, I want to close it."

Fu Conglin was silent for a moment and said, "Go to sleep, I'll go."

With that said, he turned on the wall lamp and got out of bed.

With the windows closed, the coldness outside was cut off, the whistling wind and the pattering rain also disappeared, and the room was quiet.

Fu Conglin returned to the bed, raised his eyes and glanced casually. When he turned off the light and lay down, a magnetic voice sounded in the darkness: "I didn't squeeze you, if you hide again, you will fall."

He took a look just now, Shiwan occupied a small part of this bed, sleeping on the other side of the bed, and looked like he was about to fall if he moved a little, as if he had bullied her, especially to avoid suspicion.

Fu Conglin couldn't help but think that it's not that Shi Wan didn't throw himself into his arms before, she was enthusiastic at that time, but now she can't wait to stay away.

Shi Wan hid half of her head under the quilt, and when she heard his voice, she was slightly taken aback, then grabbed the corner of the quilt, and leaned against him.

But they didn't get much closer, and the two were still far away.

Shi Wan listened to the man's shallow breathing with bated breath, and clenched her lips involuntarily. She touched her lower abdomen with her hand, rubbed it lightly, and frowned slightly.

I don't know if it was a cold or what happened.

Shi Wan never let go of her frowning brows, her stomach ached in a half-dream and half-awake, she stretched out her hand in a daze, touched a warm heat, involuntarily approached that warm direction, and hugged her tightly.

Fu Conglin opened his eyes, and there was a woman's soft body in his arms. He turned his head slightly and smelled a faint fragrance from Shi Wan's body. He put his hand on her shoulder and was about to push her away, and paused.

Then he let go of his hand, turned over in another direction, Shi Wan chased after him, put his hand on his waist, and let out a vague raving, humming uncomfortably.

Fu Conglin remained silent for a moment, but in the end he did nothing and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

02:30am.

A sharp and piercing cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Woke up the sleeping person on the bed.

Fu Conglin frowned slightly, raised his hand to turn on the wall lamp, took his mobile phone from the bedside table, looked at the note on it, his eyes suddenly paused, and he sat up from the bed, "Xia Xia?"

"... Cong Lin, I..." The woman on the other end of the phone spoke in a crying voice.

Fu Conglin: "What's the matter, Xia Xia, don't worry, just speak slowly."

Song Banxia was sobbing, and the woman's soft tone was full of tears. In the middle of the night, she was very pitiful: "I'm really useless, I want to drink water, but I fell down from upstairs..."

Fu Conglin lifted the quilt and stood up abruptly.

Shi Wan at the side was awakened by his movement, she frowned tightly, her face was extraordinarily pale, and asked weakly: "Cong Rin...?"

Fu Conglin glanced at her, put on his clothes with one hand, and said, "Is it serious? Where is the injury?"

Hearing Shi Wan's voice, Song Banxia stopped breathing, and then said apologetically, "I'm fine... just a little skinny, it's so late, I'm sorry to disturb you and Miss Shi..."

Shi Wan was still in a daze at first, but after hearing some familiar female voices, she woke up a lot, but she still lay on the bed and didn't want to move because of the stomachache.

She watched Fu Conglin change his clothes and looked like he was about to go out, and asked hoarsely, "Are you going out to find her?"

Fu Conglin gave a rare explanation, "I'm worried that she's at home alone."

Shi Wan curled her lips and forced a smile, "It's so late, can you not go?"

Fu Conglin stared at her with dark eyes.

Shi Wan blinked, the stomachache and inexplicable grievances made her eyes foggy, and she begged a little humblely: "This is in the old house, just treat it as a way to save me some face, okay?"

Fu Conglin didn't speak, but Song Banxia said, "I don't have a medicine box at home, and I don't know if there is a pharmacy outside now? I want to see my knee..."

She seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be speaking to Fu Conglin and Shi Wan.

Fu Conglin paused for a second, and softly comforted Song Banxia on the other end of the phone: "Wait for me."

Then hung up the phone.

Already fully dressed, he put away his cell phone, turned around and left.

Shi Wan looked at his back, endured the pain and sat up, feeling anxious and uncomfortable, "Don't go..."