Do you want to eat hot pot?

Because I'm going to Guizhou in a few days, I went to the Public Security Bureau to get a temporary ID card today. Fu Zhuqin didn't know where I heard that I went to the Public Security Bureau, and I saw him waiting for me as soon as I left the door.

I went over with my ID card, he took a look and opened the car door for me.

"Why are you here?" I sat in, took out a large handful of chocolates from his small cabinet, took out a piece and put it in my mouth, and he kissed some of it.

I glared at him, "It's not that many."

He raised his eyebrows, turned to go to the driver's seat, and bent down to fasten my seat belt, "You, you are like a child for as long as we are together."

"Tsk, I'm already 40 years old, I don't deserve to be a child." I looked at the gradually receding scenery outside the car window, and felt a little sour in my heart.

"Don't be so fussy. It's your fault that you damaged Qu Mingli's car. What if he sues you? You keep fussing about things that are easy to take. You are the most unlovable thing." He drove the car , an understatement.

The word "surge of energy and blood" is really close to life. I think I can roast marshmallows with my head now.

"Fu Zhuqin, if you want to make me unhappy, just say it. You're fucking trying to say that I'm not good, so you just don't want to get over it? I don't believe that you can't even think about such a thing now because you don't want to suffer at all. Clear?" I was so angry that I hit him with chocolate, and he turned his face sideways to stare at me.

"What are you doing?" He said impatiently, "You don't do this kind of thing too often? In my head, I never thought that you dare to force people to jump off the building?"

I wilt.

I feel a little ridiculous.

Does he mean that I forced him to think of me so?Because that's who I am?

Laughing to death, it's been so many years since we met now.

"I've explained it many times. I didn't force your first lover to jump off the building. You didn't love him. He just felt disappointed."

Besides, they were the ones who forced me to jump off the building, so if I die, it should be blamed on me, why?

The dead are superior to others?

Then I also want to ride on Fu Zhuqin's head now.

He glanced at me, with anger in his eyes, he looked a little angry and smiled back, and asked me: "Then I don't love you, why haven't you jumped off the building yet?"

"..."

I don't want to talk anymore.

I think what he said was a bit hurtful. Although I was already dead, and I died a miserable death, not much better than jumping off a building, but he couldn't say that.

Although I hated his little lover back then, what could I do?

I tightly squeezed the ID card in my pocket, the sourness in my heart surrounded my whole heart, and I was so bored that I panicked.

Maybe, if I hadn't been burned to death, sooner or later I would jump off the building.