"Fu Shao, I'm afraid Miss Mianmian won't last long, please ...... as soon as possible Prepare for the aftermath! ”

The Chinese villa is quaint and quiet.

The girl lying on the hospital bed, her long seaweed-like curls spread on the pillow, her small face, which should be white and delicate, was full of bites, Bai Sensen's wrist bones were exposed in the air, and her slender calves were twisted in a strange posture.

There was hardly a single piece of flesh on her body, like a broken doll.

Her eyes were shut, and her breathing was weak.

On a chair carved with rosewood wreaths, a young man sits.

Wearing an expensive custom suit, his posture is slender, and his narrow Danfeng eyes reveal an endless elegance and restraint, and his bearing is ascetic and cool, like thin snow and light frost.

He stared at the girl, and the tails of his eyes gradually blurred and moistened.

The dozen or so top surgeons from around the world gathered here looked at each other a few times and then withdrew in amusement.

When it was silent, the girl on the bed suddenly let out a faint moan.

The man held her little hand, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Mianmian, I'm here." ”

"I'm in so much pain, I want painkillers......"

Two lines of clear tears slipped down the corners of the girl's eyes.

Half a month later is her eighteenth birthday, and it is also the day she and Qin Xiuwen's brother are engaged, but when she was sleeping at night, the Tibetan mastiff raised by her sister suddenly broke into the room, pounced on her and bit her.

She cried a lot, but no one came to save her.

She was dragged out of her home by a Tibetan mastiff and dragged alive to a remote and dirty alley.

At this moment, Mr. Fu appeared.

Mianmian knows Mr. Fu.

He was the president of King's Landing, and he was in Los Angeles, and he had attended banquets at her house and spoken to her a few times.

It's just that she's afraid of him, so she always avoids him.

Later, when she learned that she had a fiancé, the man never came to the house again.

He drove away the Tibetan mastiff, took her home, and hired the best doctor in the world to save her, but her injuries were so serious that the doctor said that it was a miracle to survive three days......

Fu Qinghan tried his best to be patient, gentle and coaxing, "Mianmian has used too many painkillers in the past few days, and her body has produced antibodies, and the drugs have no effect......"

The coda shuddered uncontrollably.

He sits on a vast business empire and holds half the country's wealth, but he can't relieve the pain of the woman he loves......

What is the use of such Fu Qinghan?

Mianmian opened her empty eyes, and her voice was soft and glutinous, "Then, I want to eat sugar...... If you eat sugar, it won't hurt......"

She's blind.

When she was fifteen years old, her sister was in a car accident playing with someone and injured both eyes, and only a cornea transplant could restore vision.

Her father, stepmother, and even Brother Xiuwen asked her to save her sister, saying that her sister is a model, her career has just started, and she can't see things, and she, as a younger sister, must support her sister unconditionally.

Mianmian likes to paint, so she only promised to donate one cornea to her sister, but after the operation, she found that she had had two corneas brutally removed......

She couldn't paint anymore.

Fu Qinghan brought a jar of star candy and fed her one.

"Cherry-flavored, so sweet," Mianmian was satisfied and sensible, "Mr. Fu also eats ......"

Fu Qinghan took one in his mouth, but what he tasted was a thick bitterness.

"I'm dying," Mianmian whispered, "I haven't taken a photo yet, I want to take a picture with Mr. Fu......"

When she was six years old, her mother died, and her stepmother led her sister into the house.

She studied Chinese painting with her sister, and the teacher praised her for her beautiful painting, but her sister was unhappy and smashed her head with an inkstone.

She cried to her father, but her father scolded her for being fond of causing trouble at a young age.

Later, she didn't like to talk much, gradually alienated everyone, and finally didn't even want to go to school.

She has autism.

Mianmian, who has autism, is not likeable, and always hides alone in the corner of the room, holding his knees and watching cartoons alone.

She didn't like to leave the room because the house was full of family photos of her father, stepmother, and sister, but none of them had her ......

Fu Qinghan should be fine.

Mianmian was picked up by him, a little shy, "I want to shoot a beautiful ......"

Fu Qinghan carried her to the dresser.

A series of luxurious Chinese haute couture makeup is spread out on the dressing table, and all kinds of antique rouge gouache are served in exquisite cloisonné enamel colored building lamps, which are bright and graceful.

Fu Qinghan gently pinched her chin lightly, picked up the eyebrow pencil, and painted her eyebrows and combed her makeup.

Two wrought iron bronze lamps illuminated this small world, he lowered his eyelashes, and Danfeng's eyes could not hide his affection.

He used his fingertips to tap the carmine lip grease and gently smeared the flaps of his lips.

The girl in her arms had long curly seaweed hair, and despite her delicate makeup, she still couldn't hide the ugliness and devastation of being bitten by wild beasts.

Mianmian's eyes were hollow, and when she laughed, she pulled the deep bony wound on her little face, looking hideous and timid, "Is it beautiful?" ”

"Mianmian is beautiful," the man smiled, tears rolling down his cheeks, "Mianmian has always been beautiful......

When it was time to take a photo, Fu Qinghan hugged Mianmian to the sandalwood carved wreath chair.

The little girl struggled to sit upright, with her hands on her knees.

Fu Qinghan set up the camera opposite before standing behind her.

The light and shadow are dim, the bedroom is elegant, the girl is wearing a dress with a small pearl shawl, and her long curly hair like seaweed is scattered around her waist, lining her slender and petite, and her temperament is indescribably well-behaved and clean.

The tall man standing behind her, handsome and elegant, leaned over slightly as if hugging his beloved wife, and the tenderness in his phoenix eyes was almost overflowing.

With a "click", the magnesium light flashed, leaving a moment of smiling for the two.

"It's done."

Fu Qinghan looked down at Mianmian, the girl's smile was sweet and quiet, but she didn't breathe.

His hand, trembling, reached out to her, with a deep sense of disbelief.

When his fingertips finally touched her body, he paused, and finally hugged her tightly, tears raining down, and his liver and intestines were broken.

"Stretch...... My ......"

The noble and cool man, whose emotions have never collapsed at this moment, is like a child who has lost everything, crying uncontrollably.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

The little girl who has been hiding on the tip of his heart for so many years, he shouldn't have handed her over to others......

There is always a satisfied smile on Mianmian's face.

No one in the world loves Mianmian, but Fu Qinghan is willing to love her.

No one in the world took Mianmian home, but Fu Qinghan was willing to take her home.

When you meet him, you will be like a star falling, and the long night will end.

He is the best Fu Qinghan in the world.

If there is an afterlife......