Chapter 329: They Are the Same Person

Su Nan took the phone, looked down, and was speechless in an instant.

Fu Yechuan actually wrote a note to himself: Save your life!

The cheeks are really thick out of the sky!

Is it embarrassing to let her delete?

Su Nan bit her lower lip, didn't want to say another word, turned around and left.

Fu Yechuan followed behind without hurry, as if he was walking on her shadow, she was fast and he was fast, and he was slow when she was slow.

When she arrived at the door, Fu Yechuan suddenly spoke behind her.

"Su Nan, can I teach you how to swim?"

He still remembers that after the crash, she could not be found in the vast sea, and Su Qi said that she couldn't swim.

And on that variety show, Su Nan watched Qin Ming jump down for too long, and the panic and fear didn't seem to be because of Qin Ming, but because of the fear and panic in her heart.

Su Nan, who has always refused to admit defeat, why can't he swim?

He wanted to teach her so she was less dangerous.

But when Su Nan heard his words, his body stiffened fiercely.

The figure with his back to him shook inaudibly, and the blood on his face faded.

Su Nan suddenly realized that even if it had been a long time, the feeling of suffocation that had been pressed and buried in the water would still be accompanied by a shadow, as long as every time I thought about it, I would be drenched in cold sweat and out of breath!

There was a little more heavy depression in the air.

Su Nan turned her head to look at her, the corners of her lips hooked, her apricot eyes had a cold temperature, and she was shrouded in a chill.

Fu Yechuan didn't understand, why did Su Nan's face suddenly become so ugly?

"Mr. Fu, it's very annoying to be nosy. ”

Fu Yechuan's eyebrows did not move, he took a step forward and looked down at her.

"Really, why don't you want to learn, give me a reason?"

The man's gaze was dull and dark, reflecting the countless exquisite and beautiful landscape lights at the door, as if reflecting the galaxy.

Su Nan gritted his teeth, his face was pale, but the chill in his eyes was too obvious.

Fu Yechuan seemed to realize that this question was her taboo, but he wanted to know more, why?

Su Nan stiffened for a moment, and then sneered.

Her eyes flashed, and she spoke with some self-deprecation.

"Mr. Fu, have you forgotten? Three years ago, you fished me out of the pool, and I proposed to donate blood to get married, why should I learn to swim and prepare to drown again?"

Fu Yechuan's reaction was obviously shocked, and the surprise in his dark eyes was desperate.

Looking at his eyes, Su Nan's smile suddenly expanded, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"So you forgot, you didn't know you saved me?"

He didn't know that the person he fished out of the pool was the same person who later proposed to marry.

Fu Yechuan's face was pale and stiff.

He only remembered that Su Nan didn't know where he came from, and said that he could donate blood when he got married, and his life was at stake, so he agreed.

But in an instant, I thought back to that scene three years ago, when a mysterious person informed him that he had been delayed in going to the private swimming pool, and he was twenty minutes late.

As a result, I saw a woman floating on the water, lifeless.

He rescued the person without saying a word, and after a simple first aid, he was sent to the hospital, and he had no time to care about the follow-up, nor did he pay attention to what this woman looked like.

He didn't know that Su Nan was the one who almost died in the water.

Fu Yechuan stood there, his black eyes were cold, and even his heart couldn't help but tremble.

He stared at Su Nan's face like a slap in the face.

The emotions in his chest were complex and shocking, as if countless thin lines had tightened his heart, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Countless questions flashed through my mind: How did she go through that, how did she almost drown?

Why is all this happening?

But Su Nan just smiled casually, and his voice was hoarse and low.

"Forget it, it's all over, always talking about the past, how boring is it?"