Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Not long after Shi Rong turned off his phone, he received a call, which was the ringtone he had specially set. Shi Rong pursed her lips and answered the phone.

Fu Zhijing's voice was a little tired, but very gentle: "Rong Rong."

"...Yeah." Shi Rong responded dully. He knew that Fu Zhijing had been very busy recently. He must have rushed back not long after the contract negotiation, without taking a rest.

Shi Rong lowered his eyes. His eyelashes were very long and dense. When his eyelids drooped, he looked very obedient and pitiful: he was just a little lost. He thought Fu Zhijing could come back and send him to school...

"Have Rong Rong's things been sorted out?"

Fu Zhijing promised Shi Rong that he would send him to school in person and help him organize his things. It was impossible to send Shi Rong back to school, but other things could still be made up for.

It turned out that Fu Zhijing still remembered what he had promised him. Shi Rong tightened her fingers and raised the corners of her lips slightly: "No."

"Then I'll take care of Rong Rong." Fu Zhijing said, "There are still twenty minutes left. I will definitely not be late."

Shi Rong's eyelashes trembled, "Fu Zhijing."

"Ok?"

"You can go slower." Shi Rong said, "Pay attention to safety."

Fu Zhijing knew that Shi Rong had a deep shadow over this kind of thing. He softened, "Yeah, I know."

After hanging up the phone, Shi Rong's expression softened a lot.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory, and two young men in black uniforms walked in carrying a large bag.

They placed the bag in front of Shi Rong, "Mr. Shi Rong, is that right? This is the four-piece velvet bed set you ordered at our home furnishing store. Please sign for it."

After Shi Rong signed the order, he made no other moves.

Song Jia couldn't stand his attitude, so she checked the logo on the bag online. At first glance, I saw what the two staff members called a "four-piece velvet suit" priced at [-].

He gasped.

Song Jia and Mi Rong were good friends in high school. They were admitted to H University together and were assigned to the same dormitory. It was really a fate.

He sent the news to Mi Rong, and at the end, he sent: "I haven't seen him make the bed, and he won't let you put your things. The thought of sharing a dormitory with such a person makes me feel uncomfortable."

Mi Rong was reading a book when her cell phone suddenly rang. He raised his head and saw Song Jia exaggeratingly hinting at him to look at his phone.

Seeing the message sent by Song Jia, he quietly glanced at the big bag on the ground, and then replied to Song Jia: "No way, that's his bed, and it's his freedom not to let others put his things. At worst, he won't have much contact with him in the future. Just have some contact."

Sixty-six thousand...a set of bedding for someone else. He had to work several jobs day and night to earn even a fraction. The world is really unfair.

Shi Rong didn't know that the other two people were talking about him. Of course, he didn't care about such things. He just stared at his phone, watching the time go by.

Fu Zhijing's phone rang at [-]:[-], and if he counted carefully, he was still six minutes ahead of schedule.

"Rong Rong's dormitory is in Building 506, [-], right?"

Fu Zhijing is very young, twenty-three years old. He was wearing a black suit with a black windbreaker on top. His long legs were wrapped in suit pants, making him slender and powerful.

His face was handsome and cold, but at this moment, his expression had a different kind of gentleness. He has gradually taken over the family affairs, and has a maturity far beyond that of a college student. He seems a bit out of place among students.

Shi Rong heard the mixed sounds of fighting around him, "Yes. Fu Zhijing, are you going upstairs?"

The dormitory door was pushed open, and Fu Zhijing's discriminating voice sounded on the phone and at the door at the same time: "I'm already here."

A stranger arrived, and Mi Rong and Song Jia looked at the door together.

Seeing Fu Zhijing, Song Jia's eyes lit up. He knew Mi Rong's sexual orientation, and wasn't the man in front of him his best friend's favorite type?

He quickly sent a message to Mi Rong.

[Excellent man, Xiaomi, hurry up! 】

After receiving the message from Song Jia, Mi Rong's heart beat fast, her face turned red, and she couldn't help but glared at Song Jia with a hint of anger.

The man's voice was very gentle: "Rong Rong."

Did this man come to find him? Mi Rong raised her head in confusion and a little bit of joy, and responded: "Huh?"

After seeing Fu Zhijing approaching Shi Rong, his face instantly turned pale. Under Shi Rong's cold and disgusted eyes, Mi Rong wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in...

This man actually met his new roommate. Moreover, that "Rongrong" was not calling him...but he answered!

Mi Rong was so ashamed that his eyes were already misty, "I'm sorry, my family often calls me Rongrong. I thought, I thought they were calling me..."

This person's name actually sounds the same as him? Shi Rong frowned. He has been very possessive since he was a child, and no one else can even touch his own things.

What's more, the name collided with someone else's?

When he thought that when Fu Zhijing called his name, another "Rong Rong" would respond, Shi Rong felt extremely irritated and unhappy.

Something was rushing and screaming in his heart, and his fingers began to tremble at some point. Shi Rong tugged on the corner of Fu Zhijing's clothes and shouted in a slow voice: "Fu Zhijing."

He only has Fu Zhijing.

He only wants Fu Zhijing.

The man knelt down, stared into Shirong's beautiful eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "What's the matter, my dear?"

Fu Zhijing knew Shi Rong's paranoia, so he changed his name to a name that the boy was no longer allowed to call him when he grew up, and spoke softly, trying to soothe Shi Rong's heart.

Excessive paranoia and possessiveness are a kind of mental illness. For others, excessive paranoia and possessiveness are a kind of pressure, but Fu Zhijing enjoys it.

He is four years older than Shi Rong and has grown up watching Shi Rong. To Fu Zhijing, Shi Rong was his younger brother, his treasure, and someone he... loved deeply but did not dare to tell.

The familiar name rang in his ears again. Shi Rong focused his eyes, stared into Fu Zhijing's deep eyes, and called him in a low voice: "Fu Zhijing."

"I'm here."

Shi Rong suddenly felt aggrieved, and his long eyelashes drooped, "You must do what you promised me." He had been waiting for Fu Zhijing for a long time today and came to report because he was stuck.

Fu Zhijing had not had a good rest for three consecutive days. He thought he would be able to make it back today, but unexpectedly his flight was delayed. He stood up and touched Shi Rong's head: "Okay, I promise to be good."

So gentle, so gentle that it makes people miss you.

He suddenly thought, would Fu Zhijing, who was so gentle to him, be so gentle... in front of his beloved wife? Just thinking about it made Shi Rong's heart hurt so much.

If one day came... Shi Rong lowered his eyelashes, he didn't know what he would do.