After another ten minutes, Jian Ning returned to Fu Lonely's car, the woman's face was pale, her forehead was slightly wet from the cold, and she had a shocked reaction.

Fu Xiao rested with his head closed, opened his eyes when he heard the movement, and looked at Jian Ning from the head-up mirror.

An indifferent and rigid man, he reveals an unapproachable temperament in his bones.

There were subtle bright lines in Gulai's dim smoky gray eyes, and he tilted his head slightly and whispered, "She promised?" ”

Jian Ning bit her lip slightly, as if she was unable to speak, and struggled for a while before she struggled to speak in Fu Lone's scornful gaze, "Miss Fu doesn't seem to welcome me, as soon as she heard that I was helping Teacher Lonely, she didn't listen to me at all, so she drove me out directly." ”

Fu Lonely's gloved hands rested on the steering wheel, his fingertips curled up and taut.

For some reason, he thought of the way the little girl looked at him on the day of the meal.

Mother was right, a clean and clear girl like her would not like someone like him who came into contact with a corpse.

So she didn't like him anymore, and she didn't even like it enough to hear about him.

Jian Ning didn't dare to look at Fu Lonely's expression, lowered her head, her hands were uneasily stirred together, and she whispered comfort, "Teacher Lonely, don't mind, Miss Fu is afraid that you are human, or you should call her and say, so as not to make her nervous." ”

The corners of Fu Lone's lips pursed, and his face turned cold a little, like ice and snow dyed with wind and dew.

Jian Ning's voice slowly weakened, Fu Ning clearly didn't react, but she didn't dare to say anything else.

Fu Lonely almost doesn't interact with people, he doesn't understand people's common feelings, he can take the initiative to come today, he has exhausted his impulse, and now that little blood has been extinguished, he has no courage to see Fu Ting, and drove away.

Jian Ning turned her head to look out of the car window, pulled the corners of her mouth, and slowly pulled out a cold arc.

*

Qin Xiang knelt until night and didn't leave, and when it was close to February, it began to snow in the evening, and after a while, thin snowflakes accumulated on the ground.

The man was motionless, his hair and shoulders were covered with snowflakes, soaking his clothes and revealing his texture.

Qin Yu's subordinates drove out to find someone, and when they saw this, they went to persuade, "God of War, if you continue like this, you will freeze, get up, will you come back another day?" ”

Qin Xiang lowered his head expressionlessly and smiled coldly.

Fu Ting watched the snow in front of the window, and when he saw that he hadn't left, he walked out with an umbrella.

Her gaze was extremely calm in the snow, and her voice was indifferent, "Is enough kneeling?" "90 look

Qin Xiang raised his eyes to look at her, his face was whiter than snow, and his lips were extremely cold, "You can just say that you are satisfied." ”

The corners of Fu Ting's lips curled, and he put the umbrella in his hand to his hand, blocking the military uniform on his arm, and said crisply, "Don't defile the military uniform." ”

Qin Yu's temples jumped suddenly, this girl's heart was colder than snow, and in her eyes, he couldn't even compare to a piece of clothing.

Qin Xiang couldn't hold it anymore, his body trembled and shook back.

…… Not far away, there was the sound of the camera snapping, hidden in the sound of rain.

*

On Ning Yue's birthday, Fu Ting went to Qin's house alone to spend it with her.

Qin Qing was also there, and the two of them greeted her at the door together.

Qin Xiang was sick and couldn't get up from the hospital bed, so he didn't come today.

Fu Ting gave Ning Yue a string of high-quality jade bracelets, which were in extremely good condition, and called sweetly, "Grandma, happy birthday." ”

Ning Yue couldn't close her mouth happily, Fu Ting's calling her grandmother made her more excited than a birthday gift.

"Good granddaughter, as long as you accompany grandma for her birthday every year, I will be very happy."

Qin Qing was envious and sad, envious of her mother being recognized by Fu Ting.

Sadly, Qin Qing knew that Fu Ting was just because his mother had a birthday, and he didn't want his mother to have regrets.

The little girl is still so young, she hasn't given her the maternal love she wants, and she doesn't need to be so sensible.

After the meal, Ning Yue put on the bracelet given to her by Fu Ting, and went to take a lunch break with satisfaction.

Qin Qing asked Fu Ting to sit on the sofa with her for a while, and when Fu Ting proposed to leave, the woman grabbed Fu Ting's wrist, "Child, I dreamed again yesterday." ”

Fu Ting knew that the dream in her mouth was referring to what happened in her previous life.

Qin Qing's eyes raised, "Do you want to know?" ”

Fu Ting hesitated, but still nodded, she was indeed curious.

Qin Qing took Fu Ting to a tall pear blossom tree in the backyard of the Qin family, found an iron pry, and dug out a carved wooden box from it.