He became better, more mature, more like the leader of a group.

He was supposed to be standing at this height.

He was supposed to be here, enjoying the limelight.

That Fu Tingyuan, who fought black boxing in Mexico in order to eat a mixed meal, was precarious, and his life was worse than death, was not suitable for him.

She has a calm relief in her heart, as if those faintly painful wounds can be healed by this relief, although she has lost him, but also fulfilled him, loving someone is hoping that he will live better.

Luo Nanchu looked at him and smiled slightly, she felt a hint of heartfelt happiness.

Fu Tingyuan slowly finished his dinner, turned his head and saw Luo Nanchu holding his chin and looking at him with a smile. He elegantly wiped his lips with a tissue, and asked calmly, "What are you looking at?" ”

Luo Nanchu reached over and touched his face: "Let's see if you're old." Didn't I take good care of it when I wasn't there? There are no wrinkles. ”

Fu Tingyuan sat there and let her touch it: "So what?" ”

"The skin is still very good, it seems that there is a mask every day?" She sneered, stood up and was hugged into his arms by Fu Tingyuan, he lowered his head and kissed her on the face, "Which man would make a face mask every night?" ”

Luo Nanchu sniffed the cold smell on his body, "You don't seem to like to dress up anymore." ”

The faint scent of cologne on his body is now gone. What was left behind was this cold aura that permeated the body.

It's cold and lonely.

Fu Tingyuan gently stroked her hair, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of Luo Nanchu's body: "You still love to dress up." "The taste hasn't changed much.

"Is there one?" Luo Nanchu raised his head and looked down, "I don't have it." "She doesn't have the money to buy cosmetics right now.

Fu Tingyuan said softly, "It's very fragrant." ”

Luo Nanchu blushed a little, and then smiled: "Maybe it was the taste of cosmetics before, right?" ”

Fu Tingyuan laughed out loud and carried her out of the restaurant.

*

On the sofa, Luo Nan was tired of being in Fu Tingyuan's arms and watching variety shows.

She has been in a coma for three years, the entertainment industry has changed a lot, and variety shows are very different from the past.

"Who is the most popular female star now?"

She looked up and asked with some curiosity.

"Bai Xuesheng." Fu Tingyuan paused for a moment and hugged her tightly, "If you want to make a comeback, I can open a brokerage company for you." ”

Luo Nanchu was stunned for a moment, then slapped his hand with a smile: "I have no plans to make a comeback yet." Don't think too much about it, I'll just ask. ”

"Hmm." The man whispered in response, hugging her without speaking.

Luo Nanchu slept in the afternoon, and she didn't feel sleepy at night, she looked at the time, it was already past nine o'clock, turned her head to look at Fu Tingyuan, and asked, "Is it okay for you to accompany me like this?" She still remembers that Fu Tingyuan was a workaholic, and the most enthusiastic thing every day was to stay in the study.

Now that I'm tired of being with her all day, I should have left a lot of work behind, right?

"None of that matters." Fu Tingyuan hugged her in a calm tone, lowered his head and kissed her cheek, and said softly, "Do you still want to eat?" I'll go get you one. ”

He often buys cakes at home, but he rarely eats them, and will keep them in the refrigerator until they spoil.

Only now that she's back, the little things he bought are finally there.