I owe you a lifetime of love

Fu Qingshen opened his eyes with great effort, and then, he saw it.

A face he thought about day and night.

His brain was chaotic and confused, but he reached out and hugged him vigorously.

His throat was already hoarse, his throat was choked and painful, his whole body was numb, he opened his mouth gently: "Year...every year..."

The man patted him on the back gently.

She spoke, her voice was very soft, with deep sorrow in her tone: "Why bother?"

"Niannian...it's you, you're the one who came back, right?"

"I'm not Annian..."

"You are! You are!"

This underground bar seems to be only for people to get drunk, and the environment is very elegant and quiet.

In the separate compartment, the man smelled of alcohol, he held the woman in his arms tightly and did not let go, the familiar breath, the familiar voice, the person who misses day and night, she is back!

"It's you, I know it's you!"

"not me!"

"It's you...Niannian, it's you who came back..." He was so confused that he couldn't even open his eyes, but he stubbornly held the person in his arms and wouldn't let go. He whispered softly, as if deeply rooted in his heart The same obsession, repeating the name over and over again.

"It's all over, let it go!" There was a hint of pity in the woman's voice.

Fu Qingshen suddenly laughed hoarsely, his voice distorted and his face was painful: "Blame me! It's my fault. I didn't coax you well. You haven't calmed down, right? So you don't want to come back, you left me behind It's..."

The woman in the white shirt pushed him away from her body forcefully.

"I'll take you home." She said softly.

The weight of Fu Qingshen's body was basically on the woman's thin shoulders, but she still struggled to bring the man out of the bar with half of her body tilted.

Fu Qingshen was actually seldom drunk.

Even in the most painful and difficult two years, he tortured himself in order to punish himself, and he kept himself awake and suffering every day.

But today, he didn't know what was wrong, but he actually drank so much wine, and he really knew that he was drunk.

He was so drunk that he couldn't even stand up, he was stumbling around, all the thoughts in his mind were chaotic, and he had a splitting headache.

He didn't even know if what he saw was a dream or real.

He was stuffed into the car by this woman in a daze.

In fact, it was the first time An Nian knew that Fu Qingshen was like this when he was drunk.

His face was covered with tears, his eyes were red and swollen, and his thick black hair was already disheveled.

The suit on his body had gone somewhere, and he was only wearing a black shirt with the hem of the shirt tucked into his trousers.

His eyes have always been dark and deep, like a jar of fine wine that has been dusty for a long time, they are the most attractive.

But now, he was in distress and pain.

An Nian's heart throbbed in pain, and tears fell at some point.

They just looked at each other from a distance.

A person, sober or confused.

A person seems to be evading and cowardly.

They looked at each other from a distance, and when their eyes collided, those dusty memories swept over like a river.

Good, bad, happy, sad!
They are crying.

The voice-activated headlights went out at some point, and the man's handsome facial features were shrouded in a dark shadow.

He raised his trembling arms, his vision was blurred by liquid, he wiped away his tears and stretched out his hand to the people outside the car: "Every year, spring is here, I miss you very much..."

He held out his hand as if to call her in.

But the woman outside the car stood up half bent.

She turned her back suddenly: "Fu Qingshen, you are drunk."

Fu Qingshen shook his chaotic and confused head, he stood up abruptly——

All this happened so suddenly that An Nian was surrounded by someone before he could react.

She wanted to struggle, but the scorching heat on her back made her freeze, her mind went blank, that hot, sobbing man seemed to have scalded a hole in her back.

That kind of scorching heat went straight to the bottom of my heart.

"I don't do anything, just let me hug you..."

An Nian suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and the person behind her who was holding her waist tightly relaxed.

A gust of wind blew by, and a strong smell of blood wafted in the air.

An Nian's heart was shocked, as if he thought of something, he even stopped breathing at that moment.

She wanted to turn around, but the man tightened his arms again: "Don't...don't move."

"Fu Qingshen!" An Nian bowed his head, holding Fu Qingshen's fingers with both hands, "Are you uncomfortable? Let go of your hands first."

"No...it's fine."

"You let me go!"

"Niannian, it's okay..."

"Fu Qingshen! If you do this again, I will ignore you for the rest of my life!"

The restraint around the waist was suddenly loosened, and the man's panicked voice came: "No! Niannian, I won't make you angry again, don't go, don't ignore me..."

An Nian went to see him.

But he had already turned his back to An Nian, and Fu Qingshen's mouth gushed out big mouthfuls of blood, and his stomach felt very uncomfortable. It was like a knife scraping the gastric mucosa when it was on fire.

His hands were sticky, he didn't look back, he was afraid that his appearance would scare his Nian Nian...

"Fu Qingshen, what's wrong with you?"

An Nian had already climbed into the car. In the small space, she pressed his shoulders to force him to turn around.

The man bent over in pain from the torment, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and pressed his abdomen with the other.

"No...it's okay. I've already called the ambulance!"

The ambulance came soon.

When Fu Qingshen was carried on the stretcher, he had already fainted from the pain, and his clothes were already wet with sweat.His black shirt was darker, blood-stained, inconspicuous, but his hands could quickly feel sticky blood.

He drank too much alcohol, which irritated the gastric mucosa and caused massive gastric bleeding.

He closed his eyes, but he held An Nian's hand with unabated strength.

When she rushed to the hospital, An Nian took a lot of effort to pull her hand out of his palm.

She waited outside the emergency room with red eyes.

Seeing that the light on the light board was off, the doctor came out to report that there was nothing serious and the bleeding had stopped, so she came back to her senses and hurriedly called Song Chao.

Song Chao had been looking for someone for a whole day and finally news came. He drove off almost immediately, but the voice on the phone made him inexplicably familiar.

Where does it seem to have been heard?But when he thought of the answer, he felt unbelievable, this is impossible!

Fu Qingshen was transferred to the general ward. When he woke up and opened his eyes, the weird smile on his face almost made Song Chao think that Mr. Fu had lost his mind.

Two years ago, Mr. Fu was not crazy when Ms. An fell into the sea and died, but two years later, when the past disappeared, Mr. Fu went crazy!
Fu Qingshen's eyes that had been gloomy and cold for two years were bent, and he grabbed Song Chao with a smile and said that An Nian was still alive.

When he was having a meeting in the company, just as the meeting was reaching an important point, the person sitting in the chair suddenly stood up.

Song Chao saw the corners of Fu Qingshen's lips slowly curling up. He felt bad, but before he could stop him, Fu Qingshen laughed loudly and said, "Mrs. Fu is back, Mrs. Fu is back!"