I owe you a lifetime of love

"It's the Song Dynasty..."

Fu Qingshen shook his head lightly: "It's okay."

They moved inextricably from the door to the ward like this. Fu Qingshen grabbed An Nian's arm and made her sit on the sofa.

He bent down and looked into An Nian's eyes, brushed away the broken hair from her ears, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

An Nian, who didn't feel hungry just now, nodded.

Song Chao tactfully put a light snack that he had packed on the table.

"Then, Mr. Fu, madam, I'll go out first."

Fu Qing nodded deeply: "Thanks for your hard work."

An Nian has slipped into Fu Qingshen's arms like a bird.

These days are so beautiful now, she doesn't want to waste even a minute.

There are too many accidents in this world, and no one knows whether they will face an accident or tomorrow.

So, she wants to cherish every day.

The time spent with Fu Qingshen every day.

There was a smile in Fu Qingshen's eyes. He fed An Nian porridge like he was taking care of a child who couldn't take care of himself.

He is considerate and careful, and there is no impatience in doing such things.

His ventricle concussion, unable to return to calm.

The first moment I opened my eyes, I wanted to see An Nian.

They have known each other for more than ten years, but most of the years in between have been experiencing parting.

too difficult……

For the first time, Fu Qingshen realized how difficult it is to stay with the person he likes forever.

"full."

An Nian couldn't take it anymore after eating a little, she raised her reddened eyes and stared at Fu Qingshen.

Fu Qingshen stopped feeding.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and gently wiped the oil stains from the corner of her mouth for her.

"Are you afraid?" His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were already bloodshot.

Anian sniffed, trying to suppress the soreness in her chest. She also scooped up a bowl of porridge and took the spoon to Fu Qingshen's mouth.

"Let's eat first, okay?"

I really feel sorry for you.

Fu Qing bent his lips deeply and smiled: "Okay."

He obediently ate a bowl of porridge.

The two people looked at each other with eyes full of affection.

The unspeakable feelings flow quietly, like a vast ocean, out of control.

Fu Qing kissed deeply.

He kissed her, deeply, passionately, dearly.

An Nian responded with the same passionate kiss.

Her lips moved, she messed up his skirt, and tore off the buttons he had fastened to his neck meticulously.

In the end, a row of teeth marks were left on her heart.

Fu Qingshen didn't even frown, he let her bite, with helpless smiles in his eyes.

Seeing that blood foam was about to gush out, An Nian gave up.

Panting, she buried her face in front of his chest and wept silently. The thin hospital gown seemed to have two big holes scalded. Fu Qing closed her eyes deeply, the corners of her eyes overflowing with moisture

His thick black eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Hey, don't cry—"

But he cried himself.

An Nian sobbed softly: "Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

An Nian raised her head in his arms: "Then it will hurt for the rest of my life, and it will hurt in the next life. I will keep this mark forever, okay?"

"Okay." He lowered his eyes, obediently, stroking An Nian's red and swollen lips with his fingertips, "It will hurt in the next life, it will hurt in the next life, we will be together forever."

"Okay," she said, "forever."

"cough--"

The two were teary-eyed, and suddenly there was a light cough at the door of the ward.

An Nian shrank into Fu Qingshen's arms, and the two of them looked over.

It was Father Xia and Xiao Xue who came.

The two of them turned their backs to the door, as if they were about to leave.

An Nian stood up from Fu Qingshen's arms.

"Auntie Xia, it's okay. Come in."

Fu Qingshen wiped away the tears all over her face for her, and whispered softly in her ear: "Little crying bag..."

He stood behind her and greeted the second elder of the Xia family politely.

How much does Fu Qingshen know about himself and the Xia family?

An Nian hadn't had time to ask.

Father Xia beckoned the two of them to sit down.

There were still unfinished tableware on the coffee table, but Xiao Xue still arranged the meals she had prepared.

An Nian didn't want her to waste her time, so she ate a few mouthfuls.

Fu Qingshen also ate some cooperatively.

Xiao Xue took a deep breath, and she just looked at An Nian so quietly, as if she was satisfied.

No one is going to mention that bad thing.

The two elders of the Xia family seemed to simply come to accompany them—the daughter had a meal.

Father Xia said that Steward Xia drowned in the sea, and the body was not claimed, and it is still in the morgue.

Also said some sorry words.

After a while, Fu Qingshen said: "Mr. Xia, this matter is over. Fortunately, my wife is safe, otherwise..."

He didn't say anything later, but his gradually lowered tone was enough to show the despair in his heart.

Father Xia also had an apologetic face.

Xiao Xue said: "Niannian, can I take care of you?"

An Nian knew what she was thinking, thinking that Xiao Xue had blocked the knife for herself, and was hospitalized with an infected wound a few days ago, so she didn't want her to worry.

Besides, she really didn't think about how to face Xiao Xue.

She smiled and politely declined.

A trace of disappointment obviously flashed across Xiao Xue's face.

"Aunt Xia, if you don't find it troublesome, you can also come to the hospital to see me."

Hearing these words, Xiao Xue blushed with instant satisfaction as if she had gotten honey.

When the two elders of the Xia family left, Anian leaned on Fu Qingshen's arm and told him the whole story.

Fu Qing was silent for a moment, then sighed softly...

"Niannian, you never told me this."

An Nian blinked, with a sincere expression on his face: "Fu Qingshen, let me explain in advance that I never thought of hiding it from you. At the beginning, I really regarded myself as An Nian, and I never thought of accepting another A life experience. I don't think it's necessary to tell you."

"I did want to tell you later, but I didn't find the opportunity."

Fu Qingshen smiled lightly, watching her explain so seriously, he was both funny and angry at the same time.

"Niannian, I see. I don't mind, but can you rest first?"

An Nian was in low spirits, and his eyelids drooped again and again. Fu Qing saw it deeply, and he got up and picked him up and put him on the hospital bed.

An Nian immediately grabbed Fu Qingshen's arm: "Do you want to go?"

She is insecure and has nightmares throughout the night.

"Why are you willing to leave?" Fu Qingshen said as he lifted the quilt and squeezed up.

The beds in the VIP ward were not too narrow, but they hugged each other tightly without any gap between them.

An Nian pressed against Fu Qingshen's heart contentedly, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and breathing in the unique breath of his body.

Everywhere in the heart is filled.

Although she was very tired, she still held on to the last bit of reason: "Fu Qingshen, who do you think I am?"

Even if you don't want to think about it, you need to face these problems.

Fu Qing bowed his head and kissed her ear.

The lights in the ward were turned off, and the moonlight poured in from the window.

The breath of the man hugging him was warm, and his eyes were bright.

"You are An Nian, the love of my life."

yes.She is An Nian, no one can define her.

As long as she thinks, she is just An Nian!