Will she believe it?

Believe the words of a kidnapper, believe in his so-called sincerity towards her?

An Qing also asked herself this question silently in her heart, she couldn't find the answer, but her actions had betrayed her heart.

"How can I believe that you almost killed him!"

Jin Feng silently watched her expression change.

It's been a year since the incident.

They also knew each other for more than a year.

Although the two did not get along well during the year, they were also peaceful.

She did not complain when she was kidnapped.

There were no complaints when he was under house arrest.

He almost died when he pointed a gun to his head and did not complain.

Now for the sake of a man who is still alive, he came to question him.

"I really want to kill someone, do you think I'm going to miss?" His eyes became cold: "Maybe you still don't know my strength." ”

An Qing bit her lip and glared at him, Jin Feng's gaze was indifferent, and he looked at her without guilt, that's right, he never hid his identity from her, so their beginning was frank, she didn't ask about it for more than a year, what's the point of pursuing it now?

Halfway, An Qing retracted her gaze and exhaled the turbidity in her heart deeply.

"You said that Fu Mochuan's true face is not what I saw, you must know something, I want to hear it."

Anyway, she'd already heard too many facts today, and no more than one more.

In fact, she has long had doubts, Fu Mochuan is just an ordinary businessman, maybe a little richer than others, and needs more bodyguards, but the firefight in the jungle made her feel that things are not so simple, how can normal people carry weapons with them, and they look well-trained, which is a bit beyond her imagination.

Jin Feng looked at her fixedly, and said lightly: "I can tell you, but it's better for him to say it himself, I don't want you to misunderstand me and smear him behind my back." ”

Since it's a smear, presumably the truth won't be very good?

An Qing pursed her lips: "Jin Feng, you said that you pursued me, forget it, I'm really not in the mood, you or Fu Mochuan, I can't afford your love, I'm so tired, I don't want to love anyone anymore." ”

She was indeed tired, love was a luxury for her, she could not afford it, and she could not bear it.

The love with Fu Mochuan had exhausted all her strength, but in the end it was scarred, and she really didn't have the courage to love anymore.

Jin Feng looked down at the tiredness on her little face, and suddenly stretched out his palm and gently stroked the top of her head.

An Qing's eyelashes fluttered a few times, then settled down and didn't dodge.

Jin Feng didn't make any further movements, stroking her soft hair, as if facing Wan'er, and his tone didn't fluctuate too much.

"If you're tired, go back with me, I won't restrict your freedom anymore, and I won't force you to make decisions, I just think you're happier when you're by my side."

He was right, although the period of house arrest was very boring, it was a rare leisure time, and she was forced to isolate herself from the world and let go of many worries.

But since reuniting with Fu Mochuan, these troubles have also returned.

"Jin Feng, what do you like about me," she looked up at the man in front of her and asked seriously, "Do I look like your wife?" ”

The answer, of course, is no, she has also seen photos, and there is no resemblance to Wan'er's biological mother.

Jin Feng looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to see another person through her face, and after a while, his hand slid on her tender cheek and stroked it gently, as if they were lovers.

"Then you, why do you have to be that person."

Love is originally something that is ethereal and has no reason, it comes quietly, and when you notice it, it has long been deeply rooted.

If you have to find out the reason sensibly, it is not love.

"Who says I have to be him?" Although he didn't name him, An Qing subconsciously denied it: "I have already let it go." ”

"I believe in you." Jin Feng pinched her cheek, very affectionate movements, and his voice was also faintly doting: "So I'll wait for you." ”

It was rare to see Jin Feng with such a warm side, An Qing was distracted for a moment, and in this atmosphere, he didn't immediately reach out and push him away.

So this scene was fully seen by Fu Mochuan who came over, he pursed his thin lips, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door panel, saw that the two people in the room were looking at him, and said lightly: "Let's go down to eat." ”

Throwing down this sentence, he turned around and walked away, as if he was just here to inform, and he didn't even look at An Qing more, which made her stunned for a while.

The rain was still falling after dinner, although Wan Er tried his best to keep it, but under An Xin's unkind gaze, Jin Feng still offered to leave.

An Qing was just about to send him off, but Fu Mochuan stood up one step ahead of her, "I'll send off guests." ”

Sending off the guest, his host's posture is very right.

Jin Feng glanced at him noncommittally, leaned over and rubbed the top of Wan'er's furry head, and looked at An Qing: "Don't forget tomorrow's date, I'll be angry." ”

His voice was not loud or small, and the people in the living room could hear it very clearly, An Qing pursed her lips, and Jin Feng didn't wait for her to answer, and followed Fu Mochuan out.

Outside the living room, Fu Mochuan stretched out the handle of the umbrella in his hand and looked up at the raindrops outside the eaves.

The rain has been falling for most of the day, and it has not stopped, and it seems to be getting more and more intense, and the raindrops are like splashing water, as if the whole sky is going to be pressed down.

"Do you want to be together?"

He turned his head to look at Jin Feng, who glanced at him faintly, and stepped into the rain curtain, the raging rain quickly drenching his shoulders in large areas.

Fu Mochuan took a few steps forward and held the umbrella above his head.

"How long are you going to stay?"

His voice was very light, and Jin Feng didn't turn his head to look at him: "This doesn't seem to be your business." ”

"She's my wife, do you think I should care?" The rain washed over the umbrella, and Fu Mochuan's voice was like this pouring raindrop, and the words were cold: "I can lend you an umbrella, but my wife and children can't." ”

Wife and children?

"What if I have to?" Jin Feng's cold tone was also dyed with a little anger.

It seems that when the two of them exchanged guns when they returned to the castle, the difference was that the situation between the host and the guest had changed, and the same thing was that neither of them would back down at all.

Both of them walked very fast, and it didn't take long to walk to the door, Fu Mochuan stopped, through the heavy rain, the light not far away was already blurred, holding the umbrella handle with one hand, he looked at the man in front of him, and the dark pupils flickered slightly.

"I'll give you face, but I don't want to embarrass her, do you think you're qualified to rob me?"

Whether An Qing wants it or not, they are both legal husband and wife, they also have a child and have deep feelings, no matter what aspect Jin Feng looks at, he is bound to lose.

Jin Feng snorted coldly.

"Why do you tell me this if you have faith? Do you dare to throw away the piece of paper in your hand and stand on the same running line with me to see if she will choose you or me? ”

Fu Mochuan's expression didn't change much, and the hand holding the handle of the umbrella increased his strength, that's right, Jin Feng poked at his pain point, and now An Qing made him feel very powerless, except for the thin marriage certificate, he didn't know what else to do to keep her, his son didn't forgive him, there were more and better men around her, and he did feel a strong crisis.

Jin Feng looked at him and hit him even more mercilessly: "Compared to you and me, you are even less qualified now, I told you in the castle, don't forget what you did back then, you didn't want her first, you keep saying that she is your woman, but where were you when she needed the most protection?" You hold another woman and let her be pointed at gunpoint, if it weren't for me, she would have died a long time ago, and you still have a chance to fight me here? ”

The back of Fu Mochuan's hand holding the umbrella was full of green tendons, the rain was too strong, half of the two of them quickly got wet, and their faces were splashed with water droplets, he didn't wipe it, and looked at Jin Feng coldly: "Can you protect her?" Don't forget how your wife died. ”

It was not easy for both parties to reveal each other's scars, Jin Feng also hesitated for a second, and spoke again, and his people also stepped into the rain curtain at the same time, Fu Mochuan squinted slightly, listening to the wind blowing his cold words.

"I won't make the same mistake twice, and you've missed too much, you admit defeat, there is only something in this world that I don't want, and there is never something I can't get."

The same mistake is not made twice...... So did he!

So, it was impossible for him to miss her again.

It was a pleasure to huddle under the covers on a rainy night and listen to the overwhelming sound of the rain.

An Qing got into the quilt after settling the two children, and she didn't feel sleepy yet, so she turned on the TV, and when the door was pushed open when she was adjusting the stage at will, she raised her face and looked at the man who walked in by herself.

"Your cousin is back, and I have nowhere to go."

Fu Mochuan was wearing loungewear, a cotton pullover jacket outlining his lean figure, and a pair of four-legged pants underneath, he appeared in the bedroom on a rainstorm night, with a sense of homelessness.

"I don't mind if you sleep on the couch." An Qing was unmoved, leaning coldly on the head of the bed and looking at him.

Fu Mochuan automatically ignored her refusal, walked to the side of the bed with long legs and took a few steps, and under An Qing's vicious gaze, he lifted the quilt and got in.

"Fu Mochuan!"

An Qing called his name angrily, he was most afraid of men playing scoundrels, and Fu Mochuan was the elite among them.

Sure enough, he pulled her pillow as if no one was around, lay down contentedly, looked up at her, and raised his good-looking eyebrows slightly: "Still not sleeping?" ”

As if it was her, An Qing laughed angrily at him, and reached out to lift the quilt: "You go." ”

Fu Mochuan was lying on his own, the quilt was lifted, An Qing pushed him angrily, and as soon as his hand touched his arm, he reached over with his other hand and grabbed her wrist.

"Let go," An Qing made a small face: "Fu Mochuan, if you are a man, be happy, what are you doing in the mud and water." ”

This year, his face seems to have thickened again, completely refreshing her three views.

Fu Mochuan looked at her with dark eyes and slowly bowed his head.

"Okay."

With just one word, An Qing's body leaned suddenly, and he pulled it vigorously in front of her, and the tip of her nose hit his chest, causing her to breathe in pain.

"Fu Mochuan!" She slapped him on the chest in annoyance, "What the hell do you want to do." ”

"Didn't you make me happy?" Fu Mochuan stared at her: "My purpose has always been one, I want you." ”