Afternoon room, good light.

The faint sunlight hit An Qing's face, she squinted, and the beautiful glass-like eyes sparkled.

Fu Mochuan's eyes as he stared at her became more and more scorching.

An Qing was pressed against the windowsill by him, her back against the cold glass, she glanced behind her, her hands penetrated the man's black hair, and she held his head, stopping him from going any further. Enter.

"Don't be here."

Although the floor is high, she has an unobstructed view behind her, and no matter how bold she is, she will feel embarrassed.

The man raised his head, and his dark pupils were dyed a little crimson, looking extremely beautiful.

"But I like ......"

As he spoke, he pulled her closer, and An Qing's hand on top of his head hung down and slid onto his broad shoulders.

This kiss is getting more and more entangled. Mianqing's whole body was attached to the windowpane, and the man was not enough, so he kept leaning over.

On the narrow windowsill, the sound of each other's breathing gradually intensified.

An Qing was still a little struggling in her heart, her eyes drifted to the side from time to time, she always felt that someone was staring at them, she worked hard, and worked harder.

"Be attentive." The man straightened her face.

With a thud, her fingertips reached for the curtain on one side, and her eyes darkened.

Her body lightened, and she was picked up by the waist and placed on the big bed......

A few hours later, An Qing lazily leaned on the head of the bed, holding a tablet, browsing the latest gossip about her on the Internet, only to understand why a certain man's indulgence just now came.

On the screen is a group of candid photos of her, she is wearing home clothes, and Fu Mochuan is across the window, on the windowsill. Emotions are surging.

It turned out that she hadn't shown up for a long time, not because she was hiding with a weak heart, but because she was hidden by Fu Mochuan's golden house.

The title is very pertinent: "There is a kind of low-key, called sprinkling dog food"

Van Lowe also just went to the hotel to drive. room, and she openly entered the house, staying in Fu Mochuan's house for so many days.

Which is more important can be seen at a glance.

Fu Mochuan looked like glue to her, as if he was not affected by the rumors.

Those who laughed at her before for being dumped by the wealthy are tantamount to beating themselves up.

However, this can only show that An Qing is cheap and can hook men even more, so there are many voices scolding her behind her.

An Qing took a few glances and then put down the tablet, too lazy to look for the diaphragm again.

Hanging the dress in the cloakroom, she looked at the men's clothes listed next to her, and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I have something for you too."

The suitcase she brought to country A kept pushing in the corner, she walked over, squatted down and rummaged for a while, and took out a small blue gift box in a small pocket in the mezzanine.

She took this to country A, and planned to give it to Jason as well, but in the end she kept it.

"For me?"

Fu Mochuan raised his eyebrows, put down the phone he had just hung up, and took it from her hand.

Lifting the lid of the box, a pair of diamond cufflinks are revealed, lying in a delicate box, emitting a fine shimmer.

The light in Fu Mochuan's eyes also gradually brightened.

"When did you buy it?" He looked up at the woman in front of him.

"It's been a few days." An Qing originally wanted to talk about Christmas gifts, but New Year's Day had passed, and the words were changed to "New Year's gifts, given to you in advance." ”

Fu Mochuan smiled and stretched out his hand: "Put it on for me." ”

Wearing a hot "New Year's" gift, the two went to the restaurant, An Qing found that many reporters appeared outside the water and sky, Fu Mochuan ignored it, and drove the car straight over.

After this day, An Qing returned to the public eye, but she was still very low-key, did not respond to all her news, and did not accept interviews with reporters.

Then, the upcoming Golden Film Awards ceremony attracted a lot of attention from netizens, because Fan Luowei appeared in the list of actress nominees, and many people wanted to see the grand occasion of her and An Qing's rival in love, and some people even opened a bet on whether the two of them would tear up on the spot, which actually became the biggest attraction of this year's Golden Image.

On the day of the Golden Shadow Awards, the sky was overcast and the weather forecast was that it might snow.

In the afternoon, An Qing appeared in the Fu Mansion in a low-key manner.

She came here to wait for Fu Mochuan, and then attended the award ceremony together.

"Wait for me a little longer, and you can leave after the meeting."

"It's okay, you can go."

Fu Mochuan stepped forward and imprinted a kiss on her eyebrows.

"If you're bored, you can play with the computer, and you know the password."

She blinked, nodding in agreement.

After Fu Mochuan left, she didn't turn on his computer, sat on the sofa and took out her mobile phone.

The secretary knocked on the door and walked in.

"Miss An, your coffee."

She thanked her, but the secretary did not leave immediately, standing in front of her, and stopped talking.

"Is there anything else?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at the secretary.

"That ......" The secretary looked at her apologetically: "Miss An, I'm very sorry, I used money to send you before, it was Miss Fan who asked me to do this, and Mr. Fu has never brought that kind of woman to the office." ”

An Qing remembered the words she had said sarcastically about herself, and smiled slightly.

"What's the matter, I've forgotten about it."

"Thank you, Miss Ann." The secretary breathed a sigh of relief and went out gratefully.

In these years, it is really difficult to be a small staff with a conscience, vision, and not following the crowd.

An Qing played with her phone again, feeling a little bored, so she got up, admired it in Fu Mochuan's office, and then sat down on his large class chair.

Thinking about the computer password that Fu Mochuan said, she pressed the computer switch with her fingers, and recalled the password that Fu Mochuan had used before, and tried it several times but it was not right.

She lost Fu Mochuan's birthday again, her own birthday, and then passed.

Looking at the wallpaper that popped up on the display, she smiled.

It's a photo of her and Guan Er, taken when they went out together before.

It turned out that Fu Mochuan deliberately asked her to turn on the computer for these reasons.

Just as she was looking, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and she looked up and saw Fu Weinian standing by the door.

"Honey, long time no see." Fu Weinian brought the door, with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked towards her.

She squinted and leaned back in her chair.

Fu Weinian walked to the desk, didn't sit down, supported the table with his hands, and his tall body pressed closer to her, and then closer.

An Qing looked back at him coldly, her pretty face was warm.

"Why do you have such an expression when you see your boyfriend?" Fu Weinian was condescending, his eyes roamed in front of her presumptuously, and his tone was frivolous: "Did you miss me?" I think about you every minute and every second, and I even dream with you. Love. ”

An Qing's expression did not change, and she said coldly: "Finished?" ”

Fu Weinian raised his eyebrows and stared at her with amusement.

"Please go out when you're done, please close the door."

The two continued to look at each other for a few seconds, and as soon as they went up, Fu Weinian suddenly retracted his hand and nodded briskly: "No problem." ”

Watching him walk away in style, An Qing was a little surprised.

Dare him come over on purpose, just to tease himself for a few words?

Although she felt speechless, she didn't think much about it, because Fu Mochuan came back from the meeting.

According to the time, he and Fu Weinian, who had not been out for a long time, happened to be in love, but after coming in, he didn't ask anything, An Qing deliberately mentioned it, he hummed lightly, and didn't say anything.

After the scandal with Shen Han, he didn't say a word, An Qing once asked him: "Why don't you ask me if the matter with Shen Han is true?" ”

He replied, "Didn't you make me believe you once?" ”

Looks like he's going to keep trusting.

Although An Qing didn't say anything, her heart fluctuated.

After putting on makeup, there were really snowflakes in the sky, An Qing took a piece with her hand, thinking that Wan'er liked snow the most, and couldn't help but miss it a little.

Although Xuehua is very beautiful, but on such a cold day, she is a little distressed when she wears a thin evening dress to walk the red carpet.

The red carpet outside the awards ceremony was full of stars, a wave of stars walked by, and the enthusiasm of fans was an iceberg about to melt.

When Van Lowe appeared in a champagne-colored gown, it caused a small commotion, with fans frantically calling her name and reporters flocking to her.

She smiled, gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt, and waved her hand cordially to the fans.

Then, a higher decibel scream came from behind him.

She turned around, across the red carpet, and saw an elongated Rolls-Royce Phantom of a black car stopped, the door had not yet opened, and the noble style was already yearning.

Fan Luowei bit her lip lightly, and saw that in the open car door, Fu Mochuan stood up outstandingly.

"Fu Mochuan?"

The fans began to get excited, and all eyes were on him, watching him lean over slightly, and pull An Qing out with great gentleness and thoughtfulness.

"An Qing!"

"Vixen!"

"Get out!"

All kinds of discordant voices shouted, and the scene set off another wave of small highs. Tide.

An Qing turned a deaf ear, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, her clear eyes overflowing with streamers, and her plain white dress outlining her exquisite curves, which was unexpectedly amorous.

The two stepped on the red carpet without squinting, and the snowflakes were sprinkled on their sides, reflecting the flashing lights one after another, indescribably romantic and beautiful.

Fu Mochuan didn't take a step immediately, everyone watched, calmly took off the black coat on his body, turned around and draped it on An Qing's shoulders, so careful that he even brushed her long hair.

Then, he was wearing a white shirt, and he didn't take his hand off again, put it on An Qing's shoulder, hugged her, and walked forward step by step.

There was all the turmoil at the scene, I don't know whether it was cheering or cheering, Fan Luowei couldn't tell it at all, she only heard the sound of her heartbreak.

"You've just arrived, huh?"

To everyone's surprise, the two walked up to her, An Qing took the initiative to stop, and smiled at the corner of Fan Luowei's mouth in a friendly manner: "Go in together?" ”

"Huh? All right. ”

Fan Luowei came back to her senses and smiled back at her, how reluctant the smile was.

After An Qing finished talking, she continued to walk forward.

Fan Luowei hesitated for a moment, then walked quietly.

However, she did not get together with An Qing, but as if unintentionally, she stood on the other side of Fu Mochuan.

Fu Mochuan was in the center, and the two women, one on the left and one on the right, walked into the award ceremony side by side.

For this scene, the real-time report from the scene commented like this-

The protagonists of the triangle relationship gathered, and Fu Mochuan hugged the left and the right and it was difficult to choose......