I owe you a lifetime of love

As soon as there was movement at the door of the ward, Fu Qingshen on the hospital bed immediately looked towards the door.

If it wasn't for the fear that An Nian would be angry, he would have already gotten out of bed.

Even at this moment, half of his body was already propped up, and he stretched his neck to look at the door.

An Nian nodded towards Song Chao: "Thank you."

Song Chao held a pile of documents in his arms, and he took the time to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, after An Nian stepped into the ward, Fu Qingshen was unbelievably quiet.

Song Chao put the documents requiring Fu Qingshen's signature on the table, and then reported to Fu Qingshen on the company's current situation.

On the premise of not disturbing the two of them, An Nian placed the meals he brought on the coffee table next to the sofa in the ward.

The high-end VIP wards are spacious and equipped with everything you need.

Fu Qing listened deeply to Song Chao's words, but those deep and dark eyes were fixed on An Nian.

After she went back, she changed into a beige cotton and linen suit, which was set off by the white walls of the ward like an oil painting.

She has always been quiet, so when she is sitting and not talking, she has a calm and generous temperament.

Fu Qingshen listened to half of what Song Chao said and missed the other half. Finally, after he finished speaking, Song Chao said "get well soon" to Fu Qingshen and prepared to leave.

An Nian also stood up and said, "Assistant Song probably hasn't eaten yet, I brought a lot of food today, why don't we sit down and eat together?"

Song Chao unconsciously pursed his lower lip. After Fu Qingshen was hospitalized, Nuo Da's group was almost leaderless.

Although Fu's rules and regulations are clear and he will not easily make mistakes, but at such a juncture, he is still on high alert.

Because I was busy, I didn't have time to eat breakfast.

Moreover, what An Nian brought seemed to be delicious. When he was reporting to work just now, he could smell the delicious smell of chicken soup and mushrooms in the air.

Song Chao smiled politely: "Miss An, is this not too good?"

Fu Qingshen: "There should be a restaurant downstairs in the hospital."

An Nian had already understood the meaning of Song Chao's words, but fortunately, she was always well-prepared and brought two extra servings of bowls and chopsticks before she came.

Before Song Chao could say anything, Anian had already set the table and chopsticks.

Song Chao rubbed his hands, a little eager to try.

Annian made two dishes with meat and vegetables, a cup of stewed chicken with mushrooms, and a bowl of yam and pumpkin porridge.

She didn't forget that Fu Qingshen likes sweets.

She beckoned Song Chao to sit down, and helped Fu Qingshen off the hospital bed.

Song Chao sat on the sofa that Anian pointed out to him. He was biting a chopstick, with a slightly distorted expression on his face.

Who was that person who was walking around in the ward just now, looking through the window?
Who was that sullen person who almost growled and asked the nurse where Miss An had gone?

Fu Qingshen put one arm on Anian's shoulder, and his whole body was "very weak" leaning on Anian's support.

Although, he kept his figure steady and did not crush the thin body of the woman who was supporting him.

An Nian was a little worried.

Fu Qingshen still felt dizzy and nauseous, and it was difficult to get out of bed and walk. It was clear that the doctor said there was nothing serious.

Although……

When helping Fu Qingshen to the sofa, Anian glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw that a piece of hair on the back of Fu Qingshen's head was gone, and a scar that had been stitched seven times twisted like a centipede.

She feels slightly guilty.

Song Chao bowed his head tactfully when Fu Qing's cold eyes shot towards him.

An Nian served porridge and soup for the two of them: "I'm running out of time, so I can do whatever I want. Assistant Song won't mind?"

Song Chao shook his head flattered, and then thanked him again and again.

After all, he and An Nian hadn't had much contact in the end.

Even though she had been Mrs. Fu for three years, she only occasionally conveyed Fu Qingshen's orders to settle some chores for An Nian.

Fu Qing frowned slightly as he listened to Anian's caring questions about Song Chao.

Afterwards, he picked up the chicken soup on the table and took a sip.

An Nian paid attention to his actions, and it was too late to stop him, Fu Qingshen had already burned his tongue.

What does it feel like to have your tongue burned?
The rough surface of the tongue was hot and stinging, as if a layer of skin had peeled off.

His black eyes were filled with natural moistness, and his eyes rolled innocently. He looked at An Nian for the first time, and he opened his lips slightly and half stuck out his tongue to inhale.

An Nian was anxious and worried at first, and wanted to scold Fu Qingshen severely, but when she saw this rare expression on Fu Qingshen's face, the anxious anger in her chest was swept away.

Those little emotions lingering in my heart have become unspeakable distress.

"You really are. If you say you are Fu Qingshen, others will not believe it. How come you drink the chicken soup that has been stewed in the crock pot for three hours?"

Her tone was anxious, such a small emotion was leaked inadvertently, and Fu Qing was slightly joyful in his heart.

She is worried about him.

His black eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked innocent and resentful.

An Nian handed him a glass of ice water.

Fu Qingshen drank it down in one gulp.

Song Chao didn't participate in the affairs between their young husband and wife, he buried himself in eating vegetables, porridge and soup.

very delicious!

No wonder Mr. Fu couldn't get tired of eating the box lunch sent by Ms. An in those three years.

"I didn't know it would be so hot..." The voice was deliberately lowered, with a cautious explanation.

Song Chao just drank a sip of soup and almost spit it out.

He was choked and coughed all over.

Fu Qing turned his head suddenly, and he took a deep look at Song Chao.

Song:"……"

He swallowed the itch welling up in his throat, lowered his eyes obediently, and began to eat vegetables with his head down.

"Is it better?"

Fu Qing nodded deeply, his tongue still hurt, he was a little awkward with his tongue, but he was fine.

Seeing that the Song Dynasty ate more and more.

He turned his head and looked over again.

This time, it's not to look at it with any deep meaning, but to stare!
Song Chao vaguely realized that President Fu was silently jealous!
He also felt that he had eaten a little too much.

He silently drank the second bowl of soup, ate the vegetables on the chopsticks, and gently put down the chopsticks.

"Miss An, Mr. Fu, thank you for today's hospitality. I'm full. I don't bother you if the company has something else to do. I wish you a pleasant meal."

Fu Qingshen was very satisfied. He nodded and drank the cold soup that Anian blew for him with downcast eyes. A smile crept up on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Perhaps because of Song Chao's departure, the atmosphere in the ward became quiet all of a sudden.

Fu Qingshen and An Nian each ate their own food, but Fu Qingshen picked out shredded carrots and shredded ginger from the chicken soup pot that she didn't like and put them aside.

There was nothing left of the food that An Nian brought, so Fu Qingshen carried out the CD-ROM operation.

After eating, An Nian suggested taking him out to bask in the sun.

Fu Qing looked forward to it from the bottom of his heart, he looked up at An Nian: "I'll listen to you."

An Nian was somewhat uncomfortable.

Fu Qingshen has changed too much.

The present him is no longer the secret lover he fantasized about three years ago when he was not yet married, and he is no longer the arbitrary and arrogant Fu Qingshen in the marriage three years later. There is always a kind of friendly smile on his face.

I have never been treated like this.

An Nian couldn't ignore the heavy feeling in his heart.

She found a wheelchair and pushed Fu Qingshen to the back garden of the hospital.

In the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, there is almost no spring in Haicheng.

This is nothing more than filling some of the gaps in their hearts.

Fu Qingshen was covered with a blanket, and his fingertips on the armrest of the wheelchair curled up slightly.

"Annian, it's snowing."