I owe you a lifetime of love

In Haicheng near the end of September, the temperature dropped almost suddenly.

Especially the temperature difference between morning and evening is huge. At this moment, the bone-piercing wind at night made Fu Qingshen quite clear-headed.

He was still holding An Nian's wrist, and the moment he led him out of the bar, his eyes darkened terribly.

An Nian's atmosphere was not out.

Finally, when they arrived at the parking lot, the man pressed her against the back of the car. His dark eyes were deep and cold, but they were so beautiful.

Passionate yet ruthless.

An Nian looked at the man's pupils that seemed to be full of starlight.

She couldn't help but wonder if she was captivated by such a pair of eyes back then?
Fu Qingshen propped his hands on both sides of An Nian's body. He looked at her for a moment, and then said suddenly: "This is not the place you should come to!"

Really should not come.

An Nian said, "I won't come again next time."

Fu Qing lowered his eyebrows and looked at her for a moment, then let go of his hands and stood up straight without saying a word.

He threw the car keys to An Nian.

An Nian got her driver's license very early, and she has hardly driven a car in these years, so that she has almost no knowledge of such a high-level automatic transmission car as Fu Qingshen.

Fu Qing looked at her deeply for a long time, and then explained them one by one.

Fortunately, An Nian was smart, the car slowly drove out of the underground garage, and it was already three o'clock in the morning when it finally arrived at Fu Zhai.

Fu Qingshen fell asleep in the car.

The moment the car stopped, he clearly saw that An Nian breathed a sigh of relief.

The corner of his mouth inexplicably evoked a smile that he hadn't noticed.

An Nian hurriedly washed up after arriving in the bedroom, and then fell asleep.

But Fu Qingshen plunged headlong into the old house, the baby room temporarily vacated by grandma.

The room was in a mess, full of the preparations they adults had made for the arrival of this child.

These can't be handed over to others, the one over the Shengshi Mansion was arranged by him himself, and the old house is the same, this is the baby's second home.

Fu Qingshen went downstairs and took two hangover pills, he took off his suit and changed into home clothes.

The man who has always been sharp and cold seems to have let go of all his sharpness in this endless dark night.

His outline shrouded in the moonlight swaying down from the window was soft, and a faint smile was on the corner of his mouth.

He made the cradle crib by himself. He has always been dexterous, and all the tools needed are at hand. He spent three hours assembling the crib.

Looking at the white walls of the small room, he felt that he should paint something, but such a mural should be more handy for An Nian.

After all, An Nian was born as a painter...

Thinking this way, he dismissed the idea and turned to do other things.

He buried himself in another small wooden horse.

After assembling, Fu Qing squatted in front of the little wooden horse and frowned slightly.

How old should a newborn baby be?
There is no answer to this question.

After all, you have to see it with your own eyes to know...

However, Fu Qingshen still couldn't help stretching out his hand, and he used the distance between his palms to show the size of the newborn baby.

After gesticulating for a long time, I didn't get it out, so I finally gave up...

His body was exhausted, and his eye sockets were a little sore from staying up late, but his beating heart was beating so excitedly in his chest.

He walked to the window, put his hands in his pockets and looked at the lights of thousands of houses in this city, Fu Qingshen suddenly smiled...

"Honey, you're welcome..."

……

An Nian woke up tormented by excessive pregnancy reactions.

Almost all the contents of the stomach were vomited out, leaving only bitter water, but there was still nausea, intermittently.

When she went downstairs with vain steps, she saw the picture she had imagined countless times at a glance.

The tall man in the kitchen was wearing house clothes and an apron around his waist, and he was working inside at the moment.

The kitchen door was facing the landing of the stairs.

An Nian pinched his palm fiercely, the pain hit, was it true?
She walked towards the kitchen door step by step.

Her footsteps were faltering, and she leaned against the door frame. She didn't make a sound, and she just stood quietly at the door and stared at the man who was busy in the kitchen.

Fu Qingshen, what did you do long ago?
Fu Qingshen had already noticed An Nian's arrival. He should have practiced proficiently, and he wasn't too stupid, but for some reason, he was in a hurry at this moment.

He cut his hands while chopping vegetables, and crushed the eggshells and dumped them into the bowl while beating the eggs. He frowned angrily.

He didn't feel the pain until someone grabbed his wrist.

An Nian's long, smooth, black hair fell by her ears. Holding a torn band-aid, she looked up at Fu Qingshen: "Your hand is injured."

There was a small opening, but at this moment, blood beads gushed out.

Fu Qingshen stretched out his hand, An Nian gently wiped off the blood from the edge of his wound with a cotton swab, and finally put the Band-Aid on it.

She was so skillful when sticking the Band-Aid.

Fu Qingshen suddenly remembered that he had eaten box lunch for three whole years...

For no reason, my heart suddenly shrank.

An Nian turned around to leave, but the man behind him grabbed her wrist violently.

An Nian frowned slightly.

She didn't turn her head, and the man behind her didn't speak.

They were deadlocked like that.

Fu Qingshen suddenly felt very sad, it was an uncontrollable sense of frustration, entangled in his heart weakly.

He was clearly lowering his figure.

His every move these days is telling his desire to keep him.

She understands it all!
She understands it all!
But why didn't she give herself a chance?
The dark eyes of this always invincible young man were full of grievances, as if he was the one who had been bullied all the time.

"Annian, I..." Fu Qing opened his mouth deeply. Just as he was about to say something, the phone rang inappropriately at that moment, interrupting what he hadn't said yet.

An Nian turned to look at him.

Fu Qingshen had no choice but to let go of An Nian's wrist.

The sudden impulse in An Nian's heart was overwhelmed...

The man answered the call from Shen Yuxi.

An Nian heard nothing on the phone except Shen Yuxi's crying, and she walked out of the kitchen.

At that moment, there was a deep pleading in her eyes, and such a broken longing was said in a voice!

Fu Qingshen!
hold my hand!
Hold it again!
Hold it again!
As long as you open your mouth and say, let’s do it all over again, if you give me a chance, I will give you a chance too.

Let's protect our home together!
however--

The moment when the man left her like a gust of wind and passed in front of her.

The thoughts, longings, and impulses that had been breeding in my mind like a madman just now were all shattered.

Fu Qingshen didn't look back.

He only took off his apron in quick steps, and rushed out the door before he even had time to put on his shoes.

An Nian's figure flickered, and she fell slightly to the cold floor.

"Annian, are you cheap?"

In the empty and quiet living room, she asked herself this.

An Nian cleaned up her mess, she went to the room to change into clean clothes and went to the hospital.

Mrs. Fu's situation this time is worse than every time before.

The old man lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and now only a handful of bones remain.

The doctor repeatedly told me not to be stimulated by anything...

An Nian made soup and went to the hospital as usual.

When she arrived at the hospital, a surgical trolley was quickly pushed into the hospital elevator.

In an instant, An Nian's face turned pale!