What did An Qing leave behind?

For him?

Fu Mochuan stared at the paper bag for a few seconds, but did not open it immediately, just looked at it like that, and there was no expression on his face, as if the old monk was settled.

After a while, he slowly reached out and picked up the small paper bag.

Linda didn't say a word, pursed her lips and watched him untie the paper bag slowly and methodically, and her movements were elegant and pleasing to the eye.

But she felt an inexplicable heaviness from it.

The paper bag was finally opened, Fu Mochuan looked at the contents and didn't take them out, his hand reached in, pinched it through the bag, and rubbed it between his fingers.

"You don't know what happened to Miss Ann that day, do you?" Linda looked at him and said, "It wasn't our people who found her, she escaped on her own." ”

Fu Mochuan was also shot and injured at the same time that day, and after waking up, he seemed to be a walking corpse, no one dared to mention An Qing too much in front of him, he only vaguely knew what happened that day, and the specific details were really unclear.

Of course, Linda didn't know everything, just told what she knew.

"During her house arrest, when she heard that you were also kidnapped, Miss An was very worried and tried her best to escape," she looked at the paper bag in Fu Mochuan's hand: "This set of clothes was worn by her at the time, I heard that she was bitten by a Tibetan mastiff in order to escape, you can take a look, the entire trouser leg was torn apart, the situation is quite dangerous, but she insisted on refusing to go to the doctor, to see you rescued with her own eyes, if it wasn't for her risking herself as bait, we would not have quickly tracked down your location and rescued you in time." ”

Fu Mochuan tightened his fingertips holding his clothes, and slowly squeezed them into fists through the paper bag.

"Why didn't anyone tell me about these things?"

Linda was also out of the way today, so she was not afraid of his pressure and said in a hurry: "Of course, do you know what you look like now?" Who would dare to mention Miss Ann in front of you? Mr. Fu, although I don't believe that Miss An will have an accident, but I believe that no matter where she is now, I must hope that you can cheer up, she will do everything to save you, I don't want to see you go on like this, and repeatedly practice your body, I misunderstood her before, I was wrong, she doesn't care about you, she is willing to exchange her life for you. ”

For your sake, she is willing to trade her life.

After Linda left, her words still echoed in her ears over and over again.

The clothes in the paper bag were finally taken out, and the blood stains on them had dried up and deepened, and the large blood stains looked shocking.

His long fingers caressed his shirt little by little, and the familiar throbbing pain filled his heart again, and every breath hurt his heart.

Silly girl, why did she do this to her, did she think he would be grateful to her for doing this?

With the life that she bought in exchange, how could he still go on with peace of mind?

This woman was always so headstrong, never taking into account his feelings.

She always broke up with him so easily, came and went as she wanted in his world, and never asked him what he thought.

She can approach him for revenge, and she can ruthlessly leave him for anyone or anything.

However, she is so sensible, why would she do such blind and dangerous things?

Tightly, he pressed the bloody clothes to his heart, as if he hugged her deeply.

She said that he was not the first in her heart, but she gave her all for him......

The clothes in his hand became tighter and tighter, and he bent down, as if a hole had been broken in his heart, empty, and the pain was unbearable.

The phone rang abruptly, over and over again, monotonous and harsh in the lonely space.

When it rang for the third time, he took it out, looked at the number on it, and answered it expressionlessly: "What's the matter?" ”

"Brother Mochuan......" Fan Luowei's timid voice came from the opposite side of the airwaves, "I'm at home, and suddenly there are a lot of reporters outside, I'm so scared, can you come and help me?" ”

Fu Mochuan's thin lips pursed slightly, pale to the transparent handsome face, and a pair of dark eyes flashed with a cold light.

"You wait, I'll send them away."

Fu Mochuan's answer made Fan Luowei happy in her heart, although Fu Mochuan's attitude towards her was still cold after the kidnapping, she was much better than after the breakup, and now An Qing is also dead, she believes that over time, she will definitely regain his favor and make him accept her again.

"Brother Mochuan, are you feeling better? I'm so worried about you. She asked in a soft voice, trying to show her femininity.

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything, and his hoarse voice came from the airwaves.

"Van Lowe, how many months have you been in your belly?"

She was stunned, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile, which was a good sign, he could take the initiative to ask about the child in her belly.

"It's been almost six months."

"Come to the hospital tomorrow and do a paternity test."

Do the appraisal again?

She was stunned, she refused from the bottom of her heart, since she was pregnant with this child, she had accepted too many doubts, but she still agreed obediently.

No matter what, this is also a good thing, she thought optimistically, anyway, this child is Fu Mochuan's, and the results of several appraisals will not change, and this appraisal was proposed by Fu Mochuan himself, does it also mean that he is willing to admit and accept this child?

An Qing, who was far away in the country of R, was blocked from all news, and she didn't know what turmoil had happened in Dragon City after she left, although her life in the castle was very freehand, she still wanted to go out, but the security here was too strict, and she couldn't find a chance at all.

In the morning she took Wan'er to the garden to play, and while the little one was enjoying himself in the play area, she sat in the parasol beside her, rubbing her belly aching from her aunt.

A faint shadow suddenly appeared on her side, and she turned her face to look at Jin Feng who appeared on her side.

Since knowing Wan'er's background, her hostility towards him has decreased a lot, at least she understands that he is not inhuman enough to let go of even a three-year-old child.

With just one glance, she turned her face back, and even so, it still couldn't change the fact that he was a kidnapper.

Jin Feng ignored her either, squinting slightly at Guan Er who was squirming in the ocean ball, his javelin-like straight figure hadn't moved for a long time.

An Qing felt that her diaphragm was over, and said angrily, "Aren't you tired?" Either go over and play with her, or sit down obediently, a man is speechless enough to be like you, fortunately, Wan'er is not like you at all. ”

In a word, the man's face turned ugly, and he looked down at An Qing a few times, and he pulled off the chair and sat opposite her.

Across the round table, the two looked at each other a few times, with the same indifferent expression, and then Jin Feng spoke: "Does Wan'er know?" ”

"Do you want me to tell her?"

"Let's keep it a secret for now." Jin Feng glanced at the play area, "I'll tell her slowly later." ”

He was self-aware, and knew that Wan'er didn't want to see him.

In fact, his appearance is also quite high, and he is Wan'er's biological father, his blood is thicker than water, it stands to reason that Guan'er should be more accepting of him than Fu Mochuan, but it's a pity that his own murderous aura will be afraid of a child.

An Qing stared at him, "Make a deal, I'll let Wan'er recognize you, and you let me make a call to report safety." ”

She felt that this condition was very fair, but she didn't expect Jin Feng to veto it in one bite.

"Impossible." He said coldly: "You figure it out, she's not your bargaining chip." ”

"But she's my relative!" She glared at Jin Feng fiercely: "Even if you are Wan'er's biological father, she was raised by us, have you ever thought about tying her up like this, how worried our relatives will be, I just want to make a safe call, and I will never reveal your whereabouts, you can watch from the side, sure enough, the conscience of people like you has been eaten by dogs, what are you doing when you get Wan'er back?" Want to teach her to be as crazy as you? ”

Because of her anger, her tone could be said to be quite mean, and Jin Feng's face was getting darker and darker.

"Finished?" He looked at her coldly: "Am I too good to you, so good that you get carried away, and I'm not afraid that I will kill you in a frenzy right now?" ”

An Qing pursed his lips, he said the word killing lightly, but few people would take his words as a joke, he might not be in front of Guan Er, but he really couldn't say it at other times.

But since she has already come here, she has long been prepared for death, and it is not her character to retreat after being frightened by him.

"Of course I believe it, it's not like you didn't want to kill, if it weren't for Wan'er, wouldn't I have died in your hands a long time ago?"

Jin Feng didn't deny it, but raised his eyes lightly: "You are not worth my hands." ”

That's right, she really has to thank Wan'er, during the stalemate, I saw Wan'er running over with sweat, and saw Jin Feng's small body shrinking and plunging into An Qing's arms.

An Qing laughed in her heart, took out a towel to wipe her sweat, and fed her some water.

Jin Feng sat opposite and watched all this silently, with thin lips without curvature, making it impossible to see his emotions.

An Qing glanced at him, rolled her eyes, lowered her head and said to Wan'er: "Guan'er, Uncle Jin is so lonely, can you play with him?" ”

Jin Feng was stunned, and Wan Er also looked at her with big black eyes, and the sunlight sprinkled into her clear eyes, and the brilliance flowed, making him slightly in a trance.

An Qing didn't wait for the father and daughter to express their position, got up and led Wan Er to Jin Feng, and after some psychological construction, she timidly stretched out her little hand to Jin Feng.

Her hand was chubby, less than one-third the size of Jin Feng's palm, holding her tender little hand, as if an electric current was transmitted, Jin Feng's eyes were soft.

At Wan'er's request, he carried her on his shoulders, and Wan'er, who was a little timid at first, quickly relaxed, and pulled his hair tightly, laughing wildly.

To be honest, Jin Feng's tough appearance is matched with the cute appearance of the elf, and the painting style is really not flattering, but it is strangely not obtrusive.

Wan Er got carried away as soon as she played, and when An Qing took her off Jin Feng's neck, she still pulled Jin Feng's hair tightly and didn't let go, and the latter's refreshing short hair was almost pulled into a chicken nest by her.

It was rare to see a ruthless bandit become like this, An Qing couldn't help but laugh, and her eyebrows and eyes curved into a beautiful arc.

At a close distance, Jin Feng looked at her smiling eyes, and her fragrance wafted over as if out of nowhere, it smelled good.

Wan'er was finally ripped off, and his face tilted slightly.

Inadvertently, her lips brushed past his cheek.