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On this day, Xie Xinghe rushed to a nearby coffee shop after work, and when he arrived at the shop panting, he saw that familiar man sitting in the corner.

He took a few breaths and approached quickly: "Sorry, I'm late."

Hearing Xie Xinghe's voice, Fan Jiarong raised his head and looked at the other party. He didn't rush to respond, but picked up his coffee and took a sip before saying leisurely: "It's the first time I've met someone like you who is late for an appointment. .”

In fact, it was Fan Jiarong who arrived at the coffee shop early, but he still said this, which can be regarded as deliberately saving Xie Xinghe's face and embarrassing him.

It's just that Xie Xinghe didn't react when he heard this, and said honestly: "Sorry."

Fan Jiarong didn't expect Xie Xinghe to give such a plain and honest response, he just felt like he was suffocated in his heart, and he didn't want to let it go, but he felt unwilling to swallow it like this, he paused, and then said sharply: "Now that things have happened, do you still have the face to see me?"

Xie Xinghe sat opposite Fan Jiarong, and when he heard this question, he was silent for a moment.

Fan Jiarong frowned, secretly observing the person sitting in front of him, he hadn't seen Xie Xinghe for a long time, seeing him now, Fan Jiarong quickly noticed Xie Xinghe's abnormality, it wasn't that he cared about Xie Xinghe, but that Xie Xinghe was out of his mind His appearance is really too conspicuous, whether it's the messy hair, the bruises that can't get out of the eyes, or the sunken cheeks that are so thin, all of them show Xie Xinghe's terrible living conditions at the moment.

But Fan Jiarong didn't care whether Xie Xinghe's life was good or bad, facing Xie Xinghe's silence, he soon became impatient.

Frowning, Fan Jiarong said impatiently: "Didn't you call me here today to give me something?"

Xie Xinghe had a reaction, he took out a small velvet box from the briefcase beside him: "Please help me hand this thing over to Luoluo." Fan Jiarong looked at the small black box in his hand, squinting his eyes, not knowing what to do. He asked with certainty, "This is not the ring that Zhou Luoluo gave you, is it?"

"En." Xie Xinghe responded with a heavy voice, stretched out his hand and pushed the velvet ring box in front of Fan Jiarong, retracted his hand, and habitually touched the ring on his ring finger.

After realizing his feelings, the first thing Xie Xinghe did was to rush back to the apartment to look for Zhou Luoluo's ring. This pair of rings was found bit by bit by kneeling on the grass downstairs holding a flashlight. , the meaning of the ring to him is no longer just an ornament, but more a manifestation of Zhou Luoluo's love for him.

Xie Xinghe desperately wanted to get back Zhou Luoluo and regain Zhou Luoluo's love, so he couldn't wait to find the ring again.

The silver ring, which he regarded as a shackle in the past, has now become the treasure he holds in the palm of his hand.

Fan Jiarong opened the velvet box, saw the pair of rings belonging to Zhou Luoluo, paused for a moment, then closed the velvet box, and casually threw it on the table.

The ring velvet box collided with the coffee table, making a dull sound, this muffled sound was like a heavy hammer, it fell hard on Xie Xinghe's heart, the finger touching the ring trembled, Xie Xinghe froze In place, motionless.

Looking at the frustrated man in front of him, Fan Jiarong felt a little funny: "What do you mean?"

"Since Luoluo has lost this ring, it means it is already a waste product."

Xie Xinghe opened his mouth, the ring was just an excuse to lure Fan Jiarong out, his purpose of inviting Fan Jiarong today was not just to return the ring that belonged to Zhou Luoluo, but hearing Fan Jiarong's words, Xie Xinghe's heart was still uncontrollably aching.

He lowered his head, pinched the pulp of his index finger unconsciously, and said, "I met Zhou Luoluo's father." After saying this, Xie Xinghe's heart began to thump wildly, and he didn't understand why he did this Nervous, but the whole body tensed unconsciously, waiting for Fan Jiarong's reaction.

"What?!" Fan Jiarong was too shocked and exclaimed: "What did you just say?"

Xie Xinghe didn't expect him to have such a violent reaction, his heart sank, and he had a bad premonition: "I met Zhou Luoluo's father by chance."

Fan Jiarong was out of control because he was too shocked just now, and now he reacted, he reached out and grabbed the cup and took a sip of coffee in an attempt to suppress the shock and panic in his heart, but his trembling hands exposed his emotions at the moment.

"I came to you today to ask about Luoluo." Xie Xinghe continued, "About Luoluo's father, Zhou Huai, and Luoluo's family..."

Speaking of this, Xie Xinghe was a little hard to say: "Zhou Huai is gay, why would he..."

Fan Jiarong interrupted him: "Enough, Xie Xinghe. What do these things have to do with you?"

"If there is nothing else, then I will leave." After speaking, Fan Jiarong grabbed the ring velvet box and planned to get up and leave.

Xie Xinghe quickly stood up and grabbed Fan Jiarong, and forced him to ask, "Zhou Huai is gay, why did he give birth to Luoluo, and he is obviously Luoluo's biological father, why would he say nasty things to slander his son?"

"Is there something unknown between Zhou Huai and Zhou Luoluo?"

"Because he's a lunatic!" Fan Jiarong shook off Xie Xinghe's hand, turned around, and roared out of control, "Because he's a complete lunatic!"

"A few ugly words are nothing. Has he done enough evil things? He punched and kicked children as old as he was, cut Luoluo's tongue with a knife, and made Luoluo unable to speak out. A few slanderous words What's the point?!" Thinking of what happened back then, Fan Jiarong's eyes were scarlet, and he was so angry that he couldn't stop trembling.

"He doesn't call you Zhou Huai at all, Zhou Lai is his real name!"

"He was the one who killed Luoluo!"

Hearing Fan Jiarong's words, Xie Xinghe's complexion turned pale in an instant, he was as shocked as a thunderbolt, and he froze in place.

"How could Zhou Huai do this, Luoluo...but his..." This matter was really beyond Xie Xinghe's cognition. He was shocked and angry, and looked at Fan Jiarong in disbelief.

"So what if he's a son, so what if he's related by blood? Can this prevent Zhou Lai from doing some unreasonable things?" Fan Jiarong didn't think so. I never thought that the most innocent person in this matter is Luoluo. Is he a gay who doesn't want to have a son with a woman, and Zhou Luoluo is willing to be a scumbag's son?"

Thinking of this incident, Fan Jiarong felt emotional, sad and angry.

Xie Xinghe heard that he seemed to have something to say, and was about to continue asking, but was interrupted by Fan Jiarong.

Fan Jiarong looked at Xie Xinghe and sneered, and said sarcastically, "Zhou Lai made Luoluo unable to speak, and you made Luoluo unwilling to speak."

"What's the difference between Xie Xinghe and Zhou Lai?"

Hearing this, Xie Xinghe seemed to understand the feeling of Wan Jian piercing his heart. He turned pale and forced the corners of his mouth to speak: "What do you mean Luo Luo doesn't want to speak..."

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"He worked hard to overcome the psychological shadow for you, and started to learn to speak for you, what did you do?" Fan Jiarong knew that what he said was morally kidnapped, but as Zhou Luoluo's friend, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his friend: " I said before that I don't ask you to do anything to move Zhou Luoluo, as long as you treat him well, but you haven't even done the simplest thing."

"Now you come to care about him again, Xie Xinghe, how dare you?" After saying this, Fan Jiarong turned around and left, leaving Xie Xinghe standing in the coffee shop in a daze.

Before walking out of the coffee shop, Fan Jiarong glanced back at Xie Xinghe, seeing him bewildered and out of control, a burst of pleasure surged in his heart.

After leaving the coffee shop, Fan Jiarong went straight to Zhou Luoluo's rental house.

Seeing his friend who was drowsily asleep, Fan Jiarong felt more relaxed. He walked into the living room, took out something from his pocket, and handed it to Zhou Luoluo.

Zhou Luoluo took the things without knowing it, and then he saw the velvet box in his hand. He was a little hesitant, but also a little surprised. He looked up at Fan Jiarong, and then opened the velvet box.

The familiar ring appeared in front of him, Zhou Luoluo opened his eyes wide, and then hesitated frantically: "Jie...the ring is...where...where did it come from...?"

Fan Jiarong: "Xie Xinghe asked me to return it to you."

Zhou Luo paused, then looked down at the ring again, he didn't expect Xie Xinghe to find the ring back, staring at the ring for a long time, before he knew it, he lost his mind.

Suddenly, Zhou Luoluo came to his senses, quickly put the ring back into the velvet box, turned his head, and didn't look at it again.

"What are you going to do with it?" Fan Jiarong asked, he knew how much Zhou Luoluo treasured this ring, so he brought it back to his friend.

Hearing his friend's question, Zhou Luoluo pursed his lips, and then closed the velvet box forcefully.

Get up, raise your hand, and throw what's in your hand.

The velvet box falls into the trash can precisely, forming a perfect arc.

"Won't you be reluctant?" Fan Jiarong raised his eyebrows and asked.

Zhou Luoluo shook his head: "No." As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the trash can again.

Fan Jiarong didn't say anything when he saw this, and smiled lightly.

"You...how did you...meet him?" Zhou Luoluo asked, speaking slowly.

Since the last time he was able to speak, Zhou Luoluo continued to attend class. It didn't take long before he was able to speak some short words intermittently. After this period of practice, he was able to speak some long sentences intermittently, which sounded a bit like a Small stammer.

The smile on the corner of Fan Jiarong's mouth froze for a moment, but he quickly faded away his complicated emotions and returned to normal: "It's for the ring."

Suddenly, Fan Jiarong remembered something interesting, and sat beside Zhou Luoluo with a smile on his face: "I scolded him so badly, by the way, I even lied to him that you don't want to talk anymore. His face turned pale with fright."

"You don't know, I can relieve my anger when I scold him."

Zhou Luoluo listened quietly to what her friend said.

Fan Jiarong leaned on Zhou Luoluo's shoulder and smiled, "Luoluo, am I doing well?"

Zhou Luoluo nodded: "Done... well done."

"So... don't associate with... him in the future."