She vaguely heard footsteps, the sound was very soft, as if she had deliberately lowered her voice.

For a moment, Su Wuwei had many horrific scenes in his mind, such as a home invasion and robbery, a rape before killing, a gangster breaking into the door...

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone from under the pillow and wanted to call the police, but the damn mobile phone was turned off last night. She felt that her heartbeat was beating loudly like a drum, and it felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

At this moment, footsteps were approaching her door, and her heart beat a beat as if they were stepping on her heart.

Su Wuwei felt that she could not sit still and wait for death. She unplugged the bedside table lamp as quickly as possible, and then threw it towards the door of the room with all her strength.

The moment the desk lamp was thrown over, she seemed to see a piece of black clothes at the door, followed by a cry of pain.

The first time the sound sounded, Su Wuwei felt joy in her heart. She knew that her desk lamp had hit the "gangster"; but the extent of the other person's injury was unknown.

Su Wuwei now has a slight advantage, but if she doesn't maintain it, she will only give the enemy time to repair. The best way is to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

Thinking like this, Su Wuwei grabbed the hard-cover book next to her and rushed towards the door. When she rushed around the corner of the closet, the first thing she saw was the bright red blood on the ground, and the second thing she saw was "gangster" She instinctively felt that this back was somewhat familiar.

But this familiar feeling was far less intense than the fear in her heart, so she still held up the hard-cover book and hit the other person on the back without hesitation, to compare their strength.

As he was slapping, a familiar voice sounded, "Xiaowei, don't hit, it's me, it's me."

Su Wuwei didn't hear these words at all at first, but the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong, so she stopped what she was doing and looked at the "gangster" seriously.

It didn't matter at first glance. As she looked at it, she thought, why did this "gangster" look so much like Fu Yuan? Just as she was thinking about this, the "gangster" turned his head and looked at her. Who else could it be if it wasn't Fu Yuan?

The hard-cover book fell to the ground with a thud, landing just on the blood. You didn't even need to think about it to know that the book was stained by blood.

But at this time, Su Wuwei had no time to think about this. She tried to cover Fu Yuan's wound with her hands, and asked in a tearful voice, "Why are you here? What are you doing here?"

"Don't touch the blood." Fu Yuan first took two steps back to prevent Su Wuwei from touching him. He comforted her, "Xiaowei, don't cry. I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all. It's true. "

Su Wuwei felt better if he didn't say these words. The more he said it, the more he felt guilty, and Su Wuwei's tears flowed out like water.

"Stop talking, sit down quickly and I will treat your wound."

It was still the living room of Su Wuwei's house. Su Wuwei and Fu Yuan had stayed here countless times, but this time they felt particularly different sitting here.

If it weren't for the need to deal with Fu Yuan's wounds, the distance between the two of them would have been infinitely long.

Fu Yuan's forehead was hit by the desk lamp, the skin was broken and bleeding, and the surrounding area was covered in black and blue.

Although the bleeding stopped quickly and Su Wuwei applied ointment and a band-aid on him, the injury on his forehead was different from other places, so he must pay attention to it.

Su Wuwei's eyes were red and he said, "You'd better go to the hospital quickly. It's best to take a X-ray so as not to leave any sequelae."

"Xiaowei, don't worry, I'm not that fragile." As Fu Yuan spoke, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold Su Wuwei's hand, but Su Wuwei moved away like an electric shock.

There was a flash of hurt in Fu Yuan's eyes. He took his hand back and said, "Actually, I'm glad you let me get hurt."

Not understanding what he meant, Su Wuwei's eyes widened in confusion. She even began to wonder if Fu Yuan's head had been smashed.

But Fu Yuan smiled softly and said, "I used to worry that you would get hurt. Today I discovered that you can protect yourself even if you encounter any emergencies. This is good."

Although Fu Yuan was telling the truth, Su Wuwei still felt very embarrassed. After all, she was the one who caused Fu Yuan to be injured.

But why did Fu Yuan show up at her home? Su Wuwei was still confused about this.

Fu Yuan explained lightly, "I called you yesterday and couldn't get through, and no one responded to my message. I guessed you should go home, so I went to Wu Rou and got the key to your house. You were indeed at home. "

Listening to his narration, Su Wuwei realized that she was not just in a coma all night last night. She had a fever after all the troubles. She was hot all over when Fu Yuan came.

Fu Yuan originally planned to take Su Wuwei to the hospital, but Su Wuwei refused to go to the hospital in a daze. In desperation, Fu Yuan could only give Su Wuwei antipyretic medicine and then use a wet towel to artificially cool her down.

In the end, Fu Yuan just said lightly that Su Wuwei's fever subsided at four or five o'clock, but Su Wuwei had already guessed that Fu Yuan had not slept all night.

In fact, she should have discovered earlier that Fu Yuan's cheeks were still as white as jade, but there were large patches of black under his eyes, and his eyes were also bloodshot. This was clearly a sign of extreme lack of sleep.

Self-blame began to spread in Su Wuwei's heart. Regardless of Fu Yuan's refusal to be examined, she took Fu Yuan to the hospital for a full body examination. After confirming that he was really fine, Su Wuwei forced him to go home and rest quickly.

Unable to defeat Su Wuwei, Fu Yuan agreed to rest, but he did not agree to go home to rest. He only promised to go to the company to rest for a few hours.

Originally, Su Wuwei planned to send Fu Yuan to the company, but when she thought that Shi Xinling was now working at Fu Yuan's law firm, she was unwilling to go to the company anyway.

Although the Wuweiyuan and Fu Yuan law firms were on two floors, and she would not be able to meet Shi Xinling as expected, after what happened at Luo's triumphant banquet yesterday, she really didn't want to see Shi Xinling today.

The blue Maserati flew by on the road in Shucheng. Su Wuwei came directly to Wu Rou's studio. This was her second time here. The first time was when Wu Rou was pregnant, and she was dragged by Wu Rou for reference. of.

She came directly without calling Wu Rou in advance. The front desk told her that Wu Rou was in a meeting and would have to wait for a while to see her.

While waiting for Wu Rou for half an hour, Su Wuwei reorganized the recent events in the reception room. In fact, there were only three things.

In the first case, Fu Yuan and Shi Xinling slept together; in the second case, Li Huan came to her to "take the initiative"; and in the third case, she was framed and almost forced to take advantage of her by the stern overlord.

With this thought in mind, the door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside, and Wu Rou, dressed in professional attire, walked in with a cheerful face, "Xiaowei, it's rare that you come to me. Come on, I'll invite you to drink coffee."

"No need." Su Wuwei quickly waved her hand and refused, "I just want to know how Fu Yuan came to you to get the key yesterday. I will leave after you make it clear."