I owe you a lifetime of love

Breathe close!

Getting closer!

Just when the lips were about to stick together, the girl raised her hand and suddenly covered her lips.

Fu Qingshen opened his closed eyes little by little.

An Nian moved his feet vigorously and moved the chair under him to the side.

Her eyes were red, and there was a little vigilance and defense in her eyes.

Fu Qing frowned deeply: "Nian..."

"Don't call me!" An Nian stood up from the chair, "Aren't you in a relationship? Take it step by step, you are a hooligan!"

Fu Qingshen froze in place for a moment.

By the time he realized it, An Nian had already picked up his handbag and was about to leave.

With a deep smile, Fu Qing took a few steps forward and dragged the person who had walked to the door into his arms, holding her with his long arms like an iron barrel.

An Nian's face was pressed against Fu Qingshen's chest, and he listened to his strong heartbeat, one after another.

It's an amazing feeling.

The heart is sour and sweet.

She couldn't hold back and raised her hand to poke Fu Qingshen's chest: "Why don't you talk?"

Fu Qing closed his eyes and felt the person in his arms: "It's my first time falling in love."

An Nian: "..."

"There may be a lot of things that are not done well, and I would like to ask Ms. An to give me some advice."

An Nian smiled slightly: "It's my first time too..."

Fu Qingshen gently held her hand that was haunting his heart: "Then from the first step, I will take you home?"

An Nian pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay!"

very strange.

On the way Fu Qingshen drove An Nian back to the "Fashionable Flower City", none of them said anything.

One was concentrating on driving, and the other was looking sideways at the scenery outside the window, but the corners of the mouths of both of them were raised.

It wasn't until the car stopped that Fu Qingshen looked deeply at An Nian and couldn't look back.

His eyes were gluey, and An Nian couldn't stand it.

She was top-heavy, and got out of the car as lightly as if she was stepping on a cotton ball.

Fu Qingshen closed the car door for her.

"What floor?" he asked.

An Nian said: "Could it be that you want to sit up?"

Fu Qingshen's eyes were tinged with joy: "Is it possible?"

"You have a good idea!" An Nian laughed and teased Fu Qingshen before going upstairs with her bag.

"Fu Qingshen!" After reaching the door, she poked her head out and shouted again.

Fu Qingshen looked at him very seriously: "Huh?"

"Boyfriend..." An Nian yelled these three words in a low voice, "I'm moving this afternoon, are you coming?"

The man who had always been sharp-minded was extremely dull at this moment.

The girl's voice rang in my ears, but it was not clear from a distance.

But his heart still beat like a drum.

At this point, he still couldn't be sure that it was true, and he couldn't feel at ease.

Like a dream, in a trance and absent minded.

He nodded blankly: "Come on! Come on!"

After finishing speaking, he ran towards An Nian with hands and feet.

An Nian was taken aback by Fu Qingshen's appearance. Before she could react, the man pinned her against the wall.

"Fu Qingshen..." An Nian was confused by his sudden movement, "You, what's wrong with you?"

Her hands were grabbed by one of his hands and pressed to the top of his head, the domineering and powerful aura in his bones was the same as many years ago.

He wrapped one hand around her slender waist and pulled her as close as possible to him.

A perfect distance.

His breath brushed against his face.

An Nian's eyes widened, dazed and confused.

Fu Qing lowered his head deeply, and his forehead, which was still hot, was pressed against An Nian's forehead.

"Are you back?" His voice was hoarse for a moment, and there was deep helplessness in his trembling tone.

An Nian responded gently: "I'm back."

"It's not a dream..." He repeatedly confirmed.

Because of this dream, the dream of holding her in his arms again, he had had it for two full years.

Every dark and dazed night, he was waiting for her to come back in their home in despair and sadness!
"Fu Qingshen..." Anian struggled a bit, one wrist fell out of Fu Qingshen's control, she raised her hand, and her cool fingertips lightly touched the corner of the man's sexy lips.

"You're cheating..." Her voice was soft, with hints of crying.The fingertips rubbing the corners of his lips exerted force.

They were separated for two years!
Two full years!

"This is not a dream..." From such a close distance, she looked up at his red and moist eyes.

She could clearly see his distinct eyelashes and eyes full of stars.

She was completely absorbed in his eyes.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe: "You are deliberately leading me to commit a crime..."

Fu Qingshen's Adam's apple rolled.

The chest cavity is choppy.

His hands around her waist tightened, and his eyes gradually became more familiar.

"Crime, what—"

His hoarse and deep voice was blocked in his throat.

The girl's soft lips came up.

She is kissing him!

Fu Qingshen froze, and when he reacted and wanted to turn passive into active, a piercing pain suddenly came from his lower lip.

"Hmm..." A muffled hum escaped from the corners of his lips.

When An Nian pushed Fu Qingshen away, blood was also on his lips.

Her eyes were clear and black, her face was blushing badly, but she pretended to be calm and yelled at Fu Qingshen: "How, is it clear now whether it's a dream or real?"

Fu Qingshen's eyes were dark: "How about doing it again?"

"Thinking too much!" An Nian shrank his neck and stopped looking at Fu Qingshen's smirk.

Fu Qingshen's current appearance is in sharp contrast with the always cold and tall man in his memory.

This is really too inconsistent!

Her heart was beating violently, meeting Fu Qing's unsatisfactory gaze, she almost fled in despair.

Watching An Nian's figure disappear into the elevator.

Fu Qingshen almost cried with joy!

"Boyfriend..." He murmured these three words in a low voice, and left happily.

-

The elevator door opened, and just as An Nian was about to go out, he was startled by Xu Yicheng who stood at the door like a door god.

"Xu Yicheng, are you going out?"

The man's complexion is not very good. He has always been idle, and what he is best at is eating, drinking and having fun.

He lived a carefree and unrestrained life, and An Nian seldom saw an unhappy expression on his face.

So much so that his frowning expression of "I'm very unhappy" is very obvious today.

Xu Yicheng pursed his lower lip: "I saw it."

"Fu Qingshen sent me back."

Xu Yicheng sighed, seeing that it was not good for An Nian to be standing at the elevator door, so he stretched out his hand to give her a hand: "Let's talk about it when we go home."

"Xu Yicheng, Erha, are you going to demolish your house?"

She didn't come back all night, and the living room was already in disarray.

All the sofa cushions are missing, and the clean marble countertops are full of uncleaned takeaways.

strange!
In the past two years of cognition abroad, An Nian remembered that Xu Yicheng had always been a very clean person, when did he change?
Xu Yicheng stood in front of the sofa with her arms folded. She watched Anian hang her bag and coat on the hanger at the door.

Watching her change her slippers at the entrance and frowning when she saw the dire situation in the living room.

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable sense of loss.

It's like the heart has been hollowed out.

They lived together in the same room without incident for two full years.

The two of them obviously became so familiar with each other naturally, but why did they change?
Annian is moving out!

Desperately lost!