Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

After returning home, Wen Liang sorted out the photo evidence and sent it to the organizer of the photography contest via email.

She has the entry email, original EXIF ​​information and original RAW format, which can prove that she is the photographer of the first prize.

This shouldn't be too difficult to handle.

Wen Liang closed the computer and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When Wen Liang was lying on the bed, preparing to rest, Fu Zheng suddenly sent a WeChat message, "Come out."

Followed by another, "I'm at your door."

Wen Liang's sleepyhead ran away instantly, "What are you doing at night?"

"Going for a ride, remember to wear thicker clothes when you come out."

"……You are sick?"

Why go for a ride at night?

"I'll give you ten minutes. I'll knock on the door after ten minutes. If you're not afraid of disturbing Tang Shishi, come out quickly."

"!"

Wen Liang gritted his teeth and said, "You're so cruel!"

She climbed out of the quilt, quickly put on her clothes, and walked out the door quietly.

Fu Zheng was standing in front of the window next to the fire escape smoking a cigarette. When he heard the door open, he immediately put out his cigarette and walked towards Wen Liang. Seeing that her clothes were quite thick, he pressed the down button of the elevator and said, "Let's go."

Wen Liang glared at Fu Zheng, "Why do you suddenly want to go for a ride?"

"On a whim."

"I do not want to go."

"Everyone is out, let's play for a while and then go back."

The elevator door opened, Fu Zheng pulled Wen Liang in and pressed the button for the first floor.

"Isn't it minus one?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and Fu Zheng walked in front, exiting the unit building and walking towards the carport not far away.

What's the deal?

Wen Liang followed Fu Zheng curiously and saw him walking towards a motorcycle.

That motorcycle has a majestic appearance and smooth lines. You can tell at a glance that it is worth a lot of money.

It turns out that this is what he meant for a ride.

Fu Zheng took off a helmet from the handlebar and waved to Wen Liang, "Come here."

Wen Liang came to him and looked at the motorcycle, "Is it yours?"

Fu Zheng put the helmet on her head, "It belongs to a friend, let me borrow it for a ride."

"You still ride this?"

"of course."

Fu Zheng picked up another helmet and put it on, pushed the motorcycle out, stepped on it with his long legs, put one foot on the ground, and looked back at Wen Liang, "Come up."

This was the first time Wen Liang saw Fu Zheng dressed in this outfit. It was completely different from the daddy's temperament at dinner.

She sat behind Fu Zheng and grabbed his clothes with both hands.

"Sit tight, are you leaving?"

"Ah."

Fu Zheng started the engine.

Slowly driving out of the community, Fu Zheng hit the gas pedal, and the motorcycle flew out like an arrow from its string.

Wen Liang was startled, and while complaining in her heart, she tightly hugged Fu Zheng's waist and pressed against his back.

The wind howled.

There were very few vehicles on the street at this time.

The motorcycle freely shuttled on the city roads, and the roar of the engine was heard all over the ears. It seemed like there were only two of them in the world.

"How does it feel?"

Fu Zheng's voice floated from the front.

"Exciting."

Just a little cold.

"If your hands are cold, you can put them in my pocket." He seemed to sense her discomfort.

Wen Liang obediently put her hands into his pockets and asked, "When did you learn to ride a motorcycle?"

She felt that Fu Zheng's temperament did not match Motorcycle at all.

"In high school."

That's pretty early.

The scenery on both sides of the road flashed by, and Wen Liang asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Wherever you go, you are where you are."

After driving for half an hour, the motorcycle stopped by the river.

Wen Liang got off the car, took off his helmet, and breathed out hot breath.

"How do you feel?" Fu Zheng hung their helmets on the handlebars and asked with a half-smile, "Is it cold?"

"Fortunately."

Fortunately she was wearing thick clothes.

Wen Liang walked slowly in front of the railing, facing the cool breeze, looking at the sparkling river, and raised his hands to stretch his body.

"How are you feeling now?" Fu Zheng came to her side, "Are you feeling good?"

Wen Liang later realized that Fu Zheng took her out for a ride because she was in a bad mood.

There was a warmth in her heart, and she turned to smile at him, "It's much better, thank you."

Not only did she thank him for taking her out for a ride, but he also arrived in time in the afternoon to seek justice for Fu Shifan and for her.

Fu Zheng looked at her without blinking.

The lights on the other side of the river were brightly lit, leaving a bit of eye-catching highlight on his pupils, making his eyes as crystal clear as jade in the water.

The bright light hit his profile, carving his outline into a more three-dimensional and profound shape.

Wen Liang was lost for a moment.

Then, Fu Zheng whispered something that made Wen Liang want to kill him, "If you really want to thank me, just kiss me."

Wen Liang: "..."

All the beauty and emotion were shattered in an instant.

She came back to her senses, twitched the corner of her mouth, and rolled her eyes at Fu Zheng, "What a beautiful idea."

Wen Liang turned around and left, walking along the river.

Looking at her back, Fu Zheng smiled, strode after her, and walked shoulder to shoulder with her.

Neither of them spoke.

There was only the sound of wind, water, and the occasional whistle in the distance.

Wen Liang's heart gradually became peaceful.

Not far ahead, there was a figure on the empty riverside.

Hearing the footsteps, the figure turned around and looked over. He was startled, with a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes, and tentatively shouted, "Sister?"

Wen Liang saw the person in front of him, paused, and walked forward, "Meng Ce, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect to meet you here."

He is much thinner than before, and his eyebrows look much more mature.

Glancing at Fu Zheng beside her, Meng Ce's eyes flashed with bitterness, "Long time no see. I come here for a walk occasionally."

"I'm sorry." Wen Liang said seriously, "I have always owed you an apology."

She thought about going to find him, but she was afraid that he didn't want to see her.

The deception and harm have been done, and all apologies are so feeble.

"I should be the one to say sorry to you. I didn't expect my dad to be a kidnapper. I only saw it in the news..." Meng Ce closed his eyes, "Is there any news about him now?"

"Not yet. This matter has nothing to do with you. You don't need to apologize to me. Instead, I took advantage of you."

Meng Ce took a deep breath and smiled lightly, "It's over now, let's not talk about it anymore. It's getting late. You guys go for a walk. I'll go back first."

Wen Liang moved her lips, wanting to stop him, but found that there was nothing to say.

"Walk slowly."

Meng Ce's figure disappeared from sight.

Fu Zheng turned to look at Wen Liang, who was absent-minded, and cleared his throat, "Don't look, everyone is gone."

Wen Liang came to his senses, looked away, and sighed.

Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Are you feeling distressed?"

Wen Liang rolled her eyes at him, turned around and walked back.

"After all, it was me who deceived him, and I always feel a little bit sorry."

"You know you are sorry, but you still want to deceive him. If I give you another choice, you will still do it. Now that you have done it, be calm. His father is a kidnapper, and the ill-gotten gains have also been used on him. You are not lying to him. There is no reason for selfishness, but for your father and justice, there is no need to lower your posture so low."

Yes, if you give her another chance, she will still do it.

Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

"Again, if you really want to thank me, just kiss me." Fu Zheng said lazily.

Wen Liang stood on tiptoes, kissed him quickly on the cheek, and hurried forward without saying a word.

Fu Zheng was stunned on the spot, and the warmth just now seemed to be an illusion.