Fu Shiting looked at her clean little face and said hoarsely: "Thank you."

Wearing a sweater is more comfortable and warmer than you think.

Qin Anan didn't expect that he looked pretty in dress.

I don’t know if it’s a sweater that looks good or someone else’s.

She picked up the bag and took out a box from it: "This is also a gift for you. Because she was worried that you didn't like this sweater, she bought another small gift."

Fu Shiting looked at the box in her hand.

"There is a lighter inside." She explained shyly, "I don't know what to give you, so I bought this. This is a consumable and you should be able to use it. But you still have to smoke less, as smoking is not good for your health."

As she said that, she handed the box to him.

He opened the box, took out the lighter, and gently pressed it, and a string of flames rose.

"I have no smoking addiction," his voice was low-melt and sexy, "only smoked when I was upset."

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Qin Anan raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised: "But when I lived in your house before, I watched you smoke almost every day."

Fu Shiting: "Because you make me angry every day."

Qin Anan: "..."

"Go out and get some breath." He was a little hot.

There was heating in the room, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, I'll push you." She walked to the back of the wheelchair.

"No, the wheelchair is electric." He said, pressing the button, and the wheelchair drove out automatically.

Qin Anan caught up with him: "But you were always pushed by the bodyguard before."

Fu Shiting: "If you have bodyguards, don't worry about it yourself."

"I can also help you push..."

"Need not."

"But I want to push it," she said, holding his wheelchair handle and pushing it out, "How are your legs? What did the doctor say?"

Fu Shiting: "The left leg is broken and the right leg is contusted."

Qin Anan felt ache in his heart: "Isn't it very painful?"

Fu Shiting: "It's okay."

Qin Anan pushed him out of the hotel, and the cold immediately wrapped them up.

She parked the wheelchair to the side of the road and covered his trench coat over his legs.

"I sent you a message before, why didn't you reply?" she asked.

He didn't reply to the message, and told her not to sleep well for several nights.

The faces of the two were very close.

The breathing of each other is intertwined.

He didn't want to tell her that after he was injured, his depression recurred and he took antidepressants for a week before his condition stabilized.

After the condition stabilized, he learned from Shengbei that she knitting sweaters day and night, so he did not disturb her.

"Forget it, there's nothing to do. Because it was the first snow that day, I couldn't help but send you a message." She stood up, walked behind the wheelchair, and pushed the wheelchair along the street.

"Then why didn't you come to me?" he asked back.

"He Zhunzhi said you love face. I'm afraid that your face will not heal and I don't want to see me."

"But you only sent me a message once."

"Because you didn't reply to me the first time. I thought you didn't want to see my news."

"I think." His Adam's apple moved, his voice was dull.

"Hmm?" Qin Anan was stunned, his heartbeat faster, "Fu Shiting, you just..."

"There is a cake shop over there," Fu Shiting pointed to a shop in front, changing the topic, "I want to eat cake."

Qin Anan's attention was successfully diverted: "Oh, let's go buy a cake!" After a pause, he wondered, "Don't you like sweets?"

"You can eat less on your birthday."

"Well, you still have to have a sense of ritual on your birthday."

The two of them arrived at the cake shop, and the clerk asked them to choose the style.

Fu Shiting said to Qin Anan: "You choose."

Qin Anan: "Why don't you buy a mousse cake? The cream cake is too sweet."

Fu Shiting said to the clerk: "Mousse Cake."

Clerk: "Okay, sir, how old should I be?"

Fu Shiting turned to look at Qin Anan: "How old should it be?"

Qin Anan: "How many people are coming to have dinner today?"


Chapter completed!