When the man heard the footsteps behind him, he frowned slightly, and did not hesitate to speed up.

The faster he was, the faster the woman behind him followed, even trotting.

It wasn't until he followed all the way to the door of the house that Fu Xingzhi stopped, turned around and looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing a long skirt and bare feet and had messy hair, frowning slightly: "I said that you recognized the wrong person, this is not the place you should come, leave quickly!" ”

As he spoke, Fu Xingzhi turned around and lowered his head to open the door.

The house is a relatively backward brick building, the surface is jet black, and the cracks of the bricks are covered with moss, which can be seen to be an old house many years ago.

The door was rusty, and it was a lot of effort to open it.

Fu Xingzhi lowered his head, and under the dim light, his slender and straight body looked a little rickety.

Qiao Wan heard his words, and instead of leaving, she stepped forward directly, blocked the door he was about to close, and said softly: "Can we talk?" ”

Since he didn't remember her now, she had to find a way to ask what had happened all these years.

The man stood at home, glanced at Qiao Wan indifferently, and his gaze suddenly cooled: "Let go!" ”

Qiao Wan shook his head, and when the man was distracted, he suddenly reached out and pulled the shirt off his chest, and saw the two clear letters on his chest: !

"Looking for death?"

Faced with Qiao Wan's sudden movements, the man pushed her away violently and questioned in a cold voice.

Mad woman!

With such a push, Qiao Wan took the opportunity to enter his room.

Looking at the simple room in front of me, I felt very uncomfortable.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Fu Xingzhi put down the takeaway in his hand, maintained the posture of standing at the door, and stared deeply at the woman in front of him who carefully looked at his room.

In his memory, he didn't remember her at all!

Qiao Wan turned his head, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "You have two letters engraved on your chest, do you know what they mean?" ”

Fu Xing stopped talking and didn't make a sound.

Qiao Wan's eyes narrowed, she raised her feet and walked to Fu Xingzhi, stood on tiptoe to get close to his face, and said in a dumb voice: "My name is Qiao Wan, W is night, L is life." You once said, I am your life! ”

Facing the girl's approach, Fu Xingzhi frowned, and subconsciously wanted to push her away.

Over the years, some rich women have seen that they want to support him, and they have used all kinds of strange reasons.

He's seen it a long time ago!

How could he know a woman with such an identity and such a dress?

"Have you forgotten a lot?"

Sensing his movements, Qiao Wan immediately raised his hand and grabbed his arms, and asked eagerly, "You were injured three years ago, right?" ”

Hearing her voice, Fu Xingzhi frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the woman's face: "So what?" ”

"I'm your wife!" Qiao Wan said, and suddenly pecked lightly on his slightly cool lips, which immediately frightened the man's eyes trembling, and he wanted to throw her out when he carried her.

Qiao Wan's face changed slightly, his hands grabbed the door frame and refused to let go, and his burning eyes stared at his face motionlessly: "You had an accident three years ago, the vehicle sank to the bottom of the sea, I thought you were dead......"

He did have a car accident three years ago, and was rescued by a strange old fisherman, and he didn't remember anything when he woke up.

He tried to find his family, but he searched many places and found no news of him.

Later, after the old man died, he came to Jiangcheng.