The dragon has a reverse scale, and it is angered by touching it, and the same is true for people. Obviously, Zhuo Shi is Fu Zhe, or Wang Qiang's reverse scale.

There were heavy sounds of closing the door from behind, and this sound also represented the fire in the heart of the owner of the closing door.

Looking at the closed security door, Zhang Kun was silent, recalling what Wang Qiang said just now.

"You just said that I don't know much about Zhuo Shi, but how much do you know about me and Zhuo Shi?"

Zhang Kun recalled Wang Qiang's every move, every expression, every change in his tone, and the kind of laughter that was extremely angry was definitely not like a false statement.

Perhaps as Wang Qiang said, there are many things he didn't know about Wang Qiang and Zhuo Shi.

Zhang Kun turned his head and slowly looked at Zhuo Shi in the air beside him, sighing softly.

...

He closed the door tightly, and Fu Zhe leaned his back against the security door and breathed heavily.

In the dark room, there was no light on, and there was silence everywhere, only Fu Zhe's breathing sound.

After a while, he didn't notice whether there was any footsteps outside that he left. Fu Zhe stood up, pressed the light button on the wall, and then walked into his bedroom with a low face.

Fu Zhe took off his suit jacket and hung it on the clothes hanger, then came to the closet of the room, slowly opening the innermost compartment, where there was a framed double photo frame quietly placed.

Fu Zhe carefully took out the photo frame, gently wiped away the dust on it with his hands, and then watched silently.

The frame is about 40 cm long and 30 cm high. One end of the frame is Fu Zhe's smiling bust. The background is a festive red color. Fu Zhe is wearing a formal black suit and white shirt with a happy smile on his face.

But at the other end of the photo frame, there was only a big red piece.

There is only one person's avatar on the double photo frame at this time.

Fu Zhe gently stroked the blank space of the photo frame. In his sight, on the bright red background, there seemed to be a girl with a faint long hair and a bright smile on her face.

Fu Zhe showed a smile, a bitter smile: "Zhuo Shi, it's so fast, in a blink of an eye, it's been twelve years!"

...

The night was silent, and most people in the community had already entered a deep sleep. At this time, the door of Fuzhe's house slowly opened. Fuzhe held something in his right hand and closed the door silently. Then he came to the elevator and pressed the button for the elevator to go up.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, Fu Zhe walked in, his eyes swept over the button on the top floor, and then pressed it down.

The elevator closes the door and then slowly moves up.

Come to the top floor, and then go to the top of the building through the fire passage on the far left.

The night wind was not strong, but it was very cool, and it blew slightly on Fu Zhe's hair.

The bright moon in the sky is less than half a turn, and today there are many clouds, so the roof looks pitch black.

Fu Zhe was silent, not turning on the lights on his phone, holding the thing on his right hand, as if very familiar, slowly came to where he used to sit.

It was by the wall of a reservoir, with a spacious platform in front of it, and facing the moonlight.

Fu Zhe sat down slowly, then lifted up the thing he had been holding in his hand, slowly unscrewed the lid on it, and the aroma of wine suddenly filled with wine.

Fu Zhe lifted the bottle of wine and was about to pour it into his mouth, but suddenly, Fu Zhe paused slightly, then slowly turned his head and looked at a dark corner not far away.

There, a figure sat cross-legged on the ground.

Fu Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes slowly adapted to the dark state, and he could finally see the figure opposite. Fu Zhe's face suddenly became cold, and a chill flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Didn't you tell you to leave? Why are you still here? I really think I dare not call the police?"

Listening to the cold words and looking at Fu Zhe who was less than one meter away, Zhang Kun smiled bitterly, and looked helpless.

How could he think of it? He chose a place to spend the night and would actually meet Fuzhe.

After chatting with Fu Zhe face to face once, especially in Fu Zhe's last sentence, Zhang Kun heard something. It seemed that there were still some things between Wang Qiang and Zhuo Shi that he didn't know.

Zhang Kun didn't know what Zhuo Shi was deliberately hiding, and he accidentally missed something and forgot to say it.

However, the environment was not suitable for Zhang Kun to ask anything, so Zhang Kun went to the top floor through the elevator.

However, under Zhang Kun's inquiry, Zhuo Shi remained silent, as if she didn't know what to say.

Looking at Zhuo Shi's embarrassed look, Zhang Kun thought about it but didn't feel too pressed. He sighed. Seeing that it was almost 1:00 a.m., he found a place on the rooftop and sat down, intending to spend the night here.

Since Zhuo Shi couldn't ask anything, Zhang Kun planned to wait until Wang Qiang went out tomorrow and go to his house to find out if he could find something useful, especially diary letters, or something. At least, he had to break the current situation of being so dark.

It is early spring now, and the day is fine, but the night is indeed a bit cold. Fortunately, since practicing martial arts, Zhang Kun's body has become much stronger, so occasionally, it's nothing more to have a sky for the sky and the earth for the mat.

However, Zhang Kun never expected that if he chose a place casually, he would actually meet Fu Zhe.

Looking at the bottle of wine in Fu Zhe's hand, this guy was unhappy and planned to find a place to relieve his worries with wine.

This is really...

Zhang Kun smiled helplessly.

Seeing Fu Zhe's chill look, Zhang Kun thought for a while, and then explained: "It's not convenient for me to go back this night, so I found this place and planned to spend one night. It was a coincidence that I didn't want to."

Listening to Zhang Kun's explanation, Fu Zhe's eyes narrowed, his eyes stared at Zhang Kun for a while, then snorted coldly, and then slowly withdrew his gaze, but he didn't say anything else.

Fu Zhe himself also understood that no one else knew about meditation when he liked to come to this place to meditate, and it was also a matter of time to come out to drink today, so it was unlikely that the other party would deliberately wait for him here.

Thinking about these things clearly, and Fu Zhe was really confused at this time, so he was too lazy to pay attention to the others.

Fu Zhe picked up the wine bottle, then raised his head to the mouth of the bottle and poured it down.

The cold wine slowly flowed down his throat, then turned into flames, and started to burn in his stomach.

"Cough, cough cough..." Fu Zhe coughed a few times, a flash of flush flashed across his face, then put down the wine bottle, and looked at the crescent moon in the air with a slightly blurred look like a fish hook.
Chapter completed!