On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

"Fu Shiyan, in fact, I don't care at all that you protect her for your identity. Wen Shu's identity, I will live and die with you, I can understand, but if you leave your identity, you won't really like her, right?"

Jiang Shu thought many times whether to tell Fu Shiyan her true identity. She wanted to know his reaction at that moment, and was also afraid of his reaction, because to this day, she didn't know who she could trust.

There were still red marks on her face, and now she was staring at him stubbornly, making Fu Shiyan's brows tighten.

His silence almost made Jiang Shu's heart flustered. No matter how much he tossed herself during this time, she knew that there was possession hidden in it, and the source of possession was love.But now?

"Being in debt can produce sympathy, as well as love." Jiang Shu said every word, almost disheartened.

"You think too much." Fu Shiyan's hand holding the umbrella was a little sore, so he changed his hand.

"Then do you dare to say that you have no sympathy for her, but only take advantage of her!" She broke her voice in the rain.

"Jiang Shu!" Fu Shiyan frowned and raised his voice, full of chills, "What about you, how do you feel about Lu Xun? Did this so-called first love boyfriend let you relive your old dreams!"

Hearing this, Jiang Shu immediately pushed him away, like an angry little beast, turned around and left.

She walked into the rain, and Fu Shiyan quickly followed her with an umbrella, grabbing her wrist, "Why, it hit your heart, don't you bother to argue?"

On Wen Shu's birthday, in the gymnasium, he saw her nestled in Lu Xun's arms with his own eyes, with such a relaxed expression, it was obviously dependent.

A thorn was stuck in the bottom of Fu Shiyan's heart, and he couldn't get it out no matter what.

Jiang Shu was lifted up by him, her expression was extremely weak, "Fu Shiyan, we are already divorced, don't double standard."

"I think you are the one with the double standard." Fu Shiyan said with more force, he suddenly raised his hand, threw away the obstructing umbrella, bowed his head and kissed her lips, mixed with cold rain.

The heavy rain quickly wet the two of them. Jiang Shu put her hands in front of her body and struggled. She sobbed, "Fu Shiyan!"

The alley was secluded, and the two were trapped in the rain, trying to save their fragile love with desire.

It was too cold, Jiang Shu was pressed into his arms by him, and kissed messily, his panting became heavier and heavier, "Jiang Shu, as I said, you are mine."

She beat the man's well-defined chest desperately, her palms were flushed, but gradually, her body became weak from his kiss, and the rain was wanton, making her want to get closer to the heat source.

Feeling her weakness, but at this moment, Fu Shiyan's cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Private mobile phone, no one will call if it is not urgent.

Jiang Shu pressed his hand, "Don't pick it up."

The two separated slightly, Fu Shiyan's voice was hoarse, and they kissed again, "No."

The phone rang for 45 seconds, hung up, and called again persistently.

After repeating this three times, Fu Shiyan frowned, but in the end he reached out and took out his cell phone. It was Secretary Huo's call.

He held Jiang Shu in his arms and connected the phone, "What's the matter?"

Secretary Huo was in a hurry: "Boss Fu, Miss Wen committed suicide."

It was also strange that the rain in early autumn was accompanied by lightning, illuminating Jiang Shu's pale face.

Fu Shiyan's expression was a little stiff, "When did it happen?"

"Only an hour ago, Jiang Lingyu is here now in the rescue."

His big hand rested on her waist.

Secretary Huo asked, "Boss Fu, aren't you coming?"

Jiang Shu said loudly, "He won't come."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone for him.