I owe you a lifetime of love

In the end, Song Chaolai drove the car.

When he saw An Nian standing in front of him, Song Chao's mood was complicated for a moment.

Shocked like a dream.

Until the person in front of him stretched out his hand: "Tezhu Song, long time no see!"

"lady--"

Song Chao didn't know why such a long-lost and unfamiliar address popped out of his mouth.

Seeing the slight change in the face of the other party, Song Chao subconsciously changed his words: "Miss An, it's really you!"

An Nian nodded slightly.

Song Chao was so surprised that he held An Nian's hand and forgot to let go.

Song Chao didn't let go of An Nian's hand until the person beside him lowered his voice and pretended to cough unintentionally.

"Send you home first?" Fu Qingshen stepped forward and opened the door of the back seat to ask An Nian.

An Nian nodded and reported the address to Song Chao.

The atmosphere in the car became tense in an instant.

Song Dynasty never took the initiative to speak before.

But today he was extraordinarily talkative.

He asked An Nian what his plans were next.

An Nian replied politely: "Settle down in Haicheng first and find a job."

"Looking for a job?" Song Chao kept observing the expression on Fu Qingshen's face through the rearview mirror, "Miss An is not going to carry out the acquisition plan of FirstLove with Miss Xia?"

An Nian considered how to reply to this sentence in her heart, and she looked sideways at Fu Qingshen.

Fu Qingshen was also looking at her.

She said lightly: "This plan is a bit sudden, and it lacks some thinking. I don't plan to carry it out for the time being."

Fu Qing frowned slightly.

Now there is no need for Song Chao to say anything, Fu Qingshen has already taken the words.

"Annian, I promise to give you back FirstLove."

"Also?" An Nian raised his eyebrows in amusement. What's this saying?
Fu Qing said: "The location of FirstLove is originally An's."

An Nian knew that Fu Qingshen would guess it.

After all, this man has always been quick-witted.

She smiled faintly: "FirstLove is the former Anshi, but that is the past tense. The former Anshi died, and that building is now just FirstLove."

During the conversation, the "Fashionable Flower City" has arrived.

Song Chao stopped the car.

An Nian thanked Song Chao lightly, and also thanked Fu Qingshen before leaving.

Watching her back go away.

Song Chao let out a heavy breath.

"Boss Fu, it's really Miss An!"

He was talking in a daze, but Fu Qingshen hadn't looked back, but a sentence suddenly popped out of his mouth: "I have a headache."

"Ok?"

"My throat hurts too."

Song:"……"

"Feeling weak……"

Fu Qing withdrew his eyes, looked at the wooden Song Dynasty, he was inexplicably angry: "Go back to the prosperous palace!"

That night, Fu Qing had a high fever. After getting up, he looked at the empty bedroom and called Song Chao immediately.

Sadly, Song Chao answered the phone and rushed to Shengshihaoting.

"Boss Fu, should you go to the hospital?"

Fu Qingshen was sitting on the sofa downstairs in thin pajamas, his eyes were dull. He lowered his eyes in the darkness, and said very tiredly: "I won't go."

Song Chao was a little speechless: "Since you have a cold, why didn't I tell you when I came? You should know that I passed by the pharmacy to buy medicine for you."

Fu Qingshen didn't speak.

Song Chao said: "Then I will go buy medicine now."

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, but Fu Qingshen suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

A "?." appeared on Song Chao's forehead

Fu Qingshen pointed to the water glass on the coffee table: "Pour me a glass of water."

Song Chao poured Fu Qingshen a glass of cold water.

Fu Qing frowned deeply: "I'm hungry."

Song Chao walked towards the kitchen again, wanting to see if there was anything to eat.

However, the kitchen was empty, and there was not a clean vegetable leaf left in the refrigerator!

He took out his mobile phone to order takeaway, Fu Qingshen said again: "I don't eat greasy food."

Song Chao seemed to realize something, he stood still and did not toss.

"Boss Fu, just tell me what you have."

Fu Qing rolled his sleepy eyeballs in turbid tiredness, his voice was very soft, as if he muttered unintentionally: "I just need someone to take care of me..."

Song Chao was not stupid, and soon realized what was going on.

He raised his forehead speechlessly.

You, mom, woke me up from the bed in the middle of the night, that means I was in heat!

When he got in the car today, he asked for An Nian's contact information, and Boss Fu saw it. He was just punishing himself.

He skillfully took out his mobile phone and went to the balcony to make a call.

At night, the wind blows on the open-air balcony.

It took a while for the person on the other side to answer the phone.

When Song Chao hung up the phone and turned back, he saw the back of Fu Qingshen fleeing in a hurry.

Song Chao froze, as long as it was related to An Nian, these reactions on Fu Qingshen's body were normal.

He left without surprise.

Fu Qingshen lay on the sofa and waited quietly. After some time, there was the sound of a car engine outside.

He sat upright and quickly slackened.

The cold is real, and the discomfort is real, so I just want to see her.

Ann is coming.

He came in Xu Yicheng's car.

When she was abroad, she did not expect that she would set foot here so soon.

Familiar villas, familiar people.

Fu Qing was paralyzed on the sofa, he seemed to be very cold, curled up into a ball.

An Nian raised her hand lightly to touch his hot forehead.

"Fu Qingshen?" She called him softly.

After shouting several times, the person "sleeping" on the sofa finally became conscious. His dazed and unfocused eyes widened a little bit, and it seemed that they were stabbed by the headlights again and again.

He narrowed his eyes, raised his hand slightly, and placed his fingertips between An Nian's eyebrows.

An Nian bent over to look at him.

Fu Qingshen's fingertips touched An Nian's forehead.

A smile spread across his pale lips: "Niannian, you are here."

An Nian didn't answer: "Get up first, don't sleep outside when you catch a cold, it will be harder to get a cold like this."

Fu Qingshen propped himself up obediently and sat up.

An Nian supported him.

The light in the living room was on, and the bright halo reflected the two people in the living room.

She helped him to the bedroom.

Annian bought medicine on the way.

Thinking that it is not good to take medicine on an empty stomach, she went downstairs to the kitchen to make something for Fu Qingshen.

But the refrigerator was empty, and there was nothing in the kitchen except rice.

She frowned.

Visible to the naked eye, Fu Qingshen didn't seem to take good care of himself at all.

The living room was messy, and there was a layer of dust in the room.

An Nian had no choice but to cook plain porridge. When she returned this time, Fu Qingshen really fell asleep.

His sleeping position, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, has changed. He is lying on his stomach, and half of his face has been crushed and deformed.

Seemingly exhausted, he slept defenselessly, the quilt covering his body had been kicked off.

An Nian suddenly stopped.

She had seen too many sides of Fu Qingshen, but she had never seen such a side of him.

She took his temperature with a thermometer, and seeing that his fever was not too severe, she didn't bother him, so she took a stool and sat in front of Fu Qingshen's bed, resting her chin and looking at him.

An Nian poked his face with his hand, and stroked his eyebrows with his fingertips...

The face in her memory, in her very short moment, this person was eliminated from her mind...