The night was short and long.

The details An Qing can't recall at all, she only remembers that they are confused and turbulent.

The man grabbed her hand, his fingers clasped tightly, and the two of them were so close again, so close.

For a long time, endlessly, until she was too tired to stand it, and fell asleep in his arms.

I don't know what time it is.

In the middle of the night, An Qing suddenly woke up, she couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, she was a little uncomfortable, she felt that she was imprisoned all over, and she couldn't turn over.

She moved, clasping his big palm and tightening, a low voice, dyed nasal.

"What's wrong?"

"It's uncomfortable," she snorted, "let me go." ”

The man let go, she turned around on the bed, the warm breath came back to her, and she fell into that solid embrace once more.

"Mochuan?" She called his name, low, as if whispering.

"Huh?" The man's stiff jaw pillowed over, and the breath brushed the corners of her ears.

She closed her eyes, and the man waited a little longer, and she stopped making a sound, quietly, as if she were just dreaming.

In the dream, it was his name.

In the dark, the man's delicate eyebrows and eyes curved slightly, and then, tightening his arms, smelling the fragrance of her hair, he also closed his eyes.

When she woke up again, An Qing heard a knock on the door, everything in front of her was very unfamiliar, she remembered that she was still in the private room of the nightclub before going to bed last night, and the furnishings in front of her were clearly hotel rooms.

She didn't have any impression of the ups and downs in between.

How tired it must be.

Fu Mochuan had already gone to open the door, the door panel slipped open a small slit, and he looked at the man in front of him with an unkind expression.

"Something?" Early in the morning, this guy had better have something to do.

Lu Zikun was already used to someone's ruthlessness, his eyes swept over him, glanced behind him, and wanted to enter.

"Sister Ann hasn't woken up yet, I've been guarding all night, and I'm waiting to come and say hello to her."

With a bang, the door was slammed shut, and Fu Mochuan's tall physique stood in front of him.

"Why don't you settle last night's account first?" The cold voice was very enjoyable last night.

Lu Zikun sneered and looked at Fu Mochuan's smiling eyes.

"Hehe, actually, I was also about to ask, when will you transfer the 10 million to me."

Fu Mochuan continued to sneer, and the curvature of the corners of his lips made Lu Zikun's heart furious.

"Okay, okay, just kidding." He raised his hand in surrender: "Let me tell you, the old man has set off to see the baby Jinsun, when will you go back?" ”

Fu Mochuan raised his eyebrows, obviously taking the news seriously.

"Right now."

He turned around, Lu Zikun looked at his silhouette, his eyes were dumbfounded, and he suddenly turned his face again, expressionless.

"By the way, I'll add 10 million more, you, the speed will disappear from my eyes."

Looking at the door that slammed in front of him again, Lu Zikun stepped forward to make up for it.

There was a bang.

An Qing walked over, her apricot eyes were slightly constricted, her voice was lazy, and her tiredness had not faded: "Who?" ”

"Boring idlers."

She groaned and turned to go into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Fu Mochuan walked in, with his hands on his chest, leaning on the washstand, looking at her silently.

An Qing's action of washing her face couldn't help but stop, anyone would be uncomfortable being stared at like this.

"Have you seen enough?" She wiped the water droplets on her face casually, her eyelashes were still wet, long, one by one, and her water-soaked eyes were clear.

Fu Mochuan smiled, took the towel in her hand, clasped her chin with one hand, and wiped her face with the other hand.

An Qing was slightly stunned, and then stood still, enjoying his warm service.

He used to treat her so meticulously when he was like glue, he was 6 years older than her, and he often doted on her like a child.

At that time, she was throbbing.

It seems to be a long time ago, and the strange thing is that when she does it again at this moment, An Qing has no sense of disobedience.

It's just that some people are not used to it.

His movements were still gentle, I don't know if the towel was too hot, or it was contaminated with the heat of his palms, and after wiping both cheeks, they had turned a thick crimson.

The man's eyes darkened as he looked at her.

"Alright, you get out." An Qing lowered her eyes, and her heartbeat was fast and slow as she saw by his gaze, and she was so disordered that she couldn't do it.

Fu Mochuan didn't move, just said: "Your assistant called you, I answered, you don't have to go back to the hotel, I'll send you directly to the airport." ”

She nodded, not accusing him of taking matters into her own hands.

"I'm going back to Dragon City today, and I'm going to leave to take you to the airport." Fu Mochuan then added, in a flat tone, as if explaining his whereabouts to her.

An Qing raised her eyes: "If you rush, you don't have to send me, I can take a taxi by myself." ”

"Don't give me this time?" Fu Mochuan stared at her: "Say goodbye today, and I don't know when I will see you again." ”

“……”

Obviously there was not a single sensational word, An Qing suddenly choked in her throat, and she didn't know what to say next.

Fu Mochuan looked at her silent eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and held up her still crimson little face with his long fingers, and put his warm lips on it.

After struggling for a while, if he hadn't been in a hurry to catch the plane, he didn't know how far he would go.

"Wait for me." The bright mirror in the bathroom reflected his handsome face, and the man's voice was solemn: "This New Year, I will accompany you to country A to spend it together." ”

An Qing looked at him, did not nod, and did not immediately object.

When all those bloody past events are revealed, nodding is equivalent to promising not to blame the past.

She couldn't.

But it is undeniable that everything last night made her contradictory heart shake again.

Fu Mochuan didn't force her, smiled, and took her hand again.

"Let's go, stay any longer, I don't know what I'm going to do."

An Qing followed him silently.

There are not many days left until the New Year......

Aerodrome.

Watching Fu Mochuan's figure disappear from a distance, An Qing entered the gate, found a quiet corner in the corner of the waiting hall, and then took out his mobile phone.

The phone was quickly dialed, she lowered her voice, and her eyes looked at the sparse crowd: "M, I never told you about it in detail two years ago, now, do you have time to listen to me?" ”

She met M through her cousin for a long time after the accident, and because she had already determined that Xie Mingzhu was behind the scenes, she did not track it down.

More than two years have passed since the incident, and a lot of evidence has been lost, and she doesn't know how much more she can find, but as Fu Mochuan said, if there is a real murderer, she must not let it go.

M listened carefully to her narration, occasionally interjecting a few words, most of the time she was talking, she briefly recounted the incident, and then asked: "It's been more than two years, can you still find out?" ”

"Do your best." M asked, "Did the driver who caused the accident be caught?" ”

"He surrendered himself, insisted on drunk driving, was sentenced to three years, and should be released from prison soon."

"What about hospital surveillance?" M asked, "Is there a backup?" ”

"In my hands." An Qing said: "But the picture quality is not very good, I will pass it to you later, you can see if it is useful." ”

M agreed, and at this time, the airport radio sounded urging passengers to board the plane, An Qing saw Lin Lewen walking in her direction, and asked in a timely manner: "By the way, the person I asked you to check hasn't been found yet?" ”

M couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and he was deeply frustrated when he mentioned it.

"It's soon, unless others evaporate from the world, Lao Tzu won't believe that he can't find it."

"Then you have to bother, I'm hanging."

An Qing pinched the line, and Lin Lewen just walked in front of her.

"Sister An Qing, boarding the plane."

She nodded, and when she got up, her eyes moved slightly, she lowered her head, and sent a message out.

"It's almost time, it's time to give a New Year's gift......"

Dragon City.

A silver eagle with a private mark slowly moored on the airport apron.

The cabin door opened, and Fu Zhensheng stepped forward.

"Father."

Fu Botao snorted, accompanied by guards and personal caretakers, and slowly walked out.

The old man was born in the army in his early years, and fought in the north and south all his life, although he was over 80 years old, in addition to the white spots in his hair, his spirit was still strong, and his slightly squinted eyes occasionally flew up, hiding a sharp edge.

"How's Ah Nian?"

"It's not a big deal, I'm still in the hospital." Fu Zhensheng said: "Your room is cleaned up, the journey is tiring, let's send you home to rest first." ”

"No, let's go to the hospital first."

Fu Botao's expression was faint, and he couldn't help but go out, and Fu Zhensheng had to follow suit.

Although he called for wind and rain in Dragon City and said nothing, in front of the old man, he was still a generation shorter.

For thousands of years, the generation gap between father and son has always existed.

It's like he wasn't satisfied with his two sons.

At the beginning, the old man was also very unhappy that he divorced his original partner and married Xie Mingzhu, when the divorce Fu Weinian's brothers and sisters were still young, Fu Huizhong followed his biological mother, and Fu Weinian was picked up by the old man, and he was in charge for more than ten years, and his feelings were naturally deeper than Fu Mochuan.

Therefore, the old man was also very dissatisfied with Fu Zhensheng's partiality towards his youngest son and ignored him, his grandson.

If it weren't for the fact that the whip was out of reach, and Fu Zhensheng created it with one hand and one foot, he would have been mad a long time ago.

However, the face was by no means pretty.

It was evening when Fu Mochuan rushed back to Fu's house, and the old man came back from visiting the hospital and sat in the living room with Fu Zhensheng talking.

Xie Mingzhu, who was exquisite, was also very weak in front of the old man, and hid in the kitchen early in the morning to arrange dinner.

Fu Mochuan walked up to the old man, and his attitude was neither arrogant nor humble: "Grandpa." ”

Fu Botao looked up at him and slowly hooked the corners of his lips.

"I'm back."

"yes."

He sat down at the bottom of the head, Fu Botao looked at him with a smile, his face was very kind, as if he asked in a homely manner: "Third child, grandpa has to blame you, you don't inform grandpa of such a big thing as marriage, if I don't hear someone mention it, I will still be in the dark." ”

Fu Zhensheng's eyebrows did not move, the two chatted for so long, and he didn't take the initiative to mention this matter.

Fu Mochuan smiled lightly, "No, grandpa, how could I not inform you of my life events." ”

Fu Botao laughed a few times, very hearty.

"Grandpa just said, when did the people of our Fu family be so ignorant of the rules."

This is already a bit interesting, Fu Mochuan pretended not to understand, and then saw the old man's white eyebrows slightly constricted, and the essence of his half-squinted eyes appeared.

"What about the granddaughter-in-law, why don't you bring it for grandpa to see?"