Chapter 112: The Immortal is Careless

Chapter 116

Fu Shiting looked at her clean little face and said in a dumb voice, "Thank you." ”

The sweater is more comfortable and warm than you think.

Qin Anan didn't expect him to look good.

I don't know if it's because the sweater is better knitted or if someone else looks good.

She picked up the bag and pulled out a box from inside: "This is also a gift for you." Because I was worried that you wouldn't like the sweater, I bought another small gift. ”

Fu Shiting looked at the box in her hand.

"Inside was a lighter. "I didn't know what to give you, so I bought this." This is a consumable, and you should be able to use it. However, you still have to smoke less, smoking is not good for your health. ”

As she spoke, she handed him the box.

He opened the box, took out the lighter, and with a light touch, a string of flames rose.

"I don't have a craving for smoking," his voice is low and sexy, "and I only smoke when I'm upset." ”

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Qin An'an raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "But when I lived in your house before, I watched you smoke almost every day. ”

Fu Shiting: "Because you make me angry every day." ”

Qin An'an: "......"

"Get out there and get some air. "He's a little hot.

There was heating in the room, and there was a fine sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, I'll push you. She walked to the back of her wheelchair.

"No, the wheelchair is electric. As he spoke, he pressed the button and the wheelchair drove out automatically.

Qin Anan caught up with him: "But you were pushed by the bodyguards before." ”

Fu Shiting: "There are bodyguards to push, so you don't have to worry about it." ”

"I can push ...... for you too"

"No, I don't. ”

"But I want to push. She said, holding the handle of his wheelchair and pushing it outside, "How's your leg?"

Fu Shiting: "The left leg is fractured, and the right leg is contusion. ”

Qin An'an felt a pain in his heart: "Isn't it painful?"

Fu Shiting: "It's okay. ”

Qin Anan pushed him out of the hotel, and the cold suddenly wrapped the two of them.

She pulled the wheelchair to the side of the road and put his trench coat over his lap.

"I sent you a message earlier, why didn't you reply?" she asked, plucking up her courage.

He didn't reply to the message, and she didn't sleep well for several nights.

The faces of the two were separated by a very close distance.

Each other's breaths, intertwined.

He didn't want to tell her that after his injury, his depression returned, and he took antidepressants for a week before his condition stabilized.

After his condition stabilized, he learned from Sheng Bei that she knitted sweaters day and night, so he didn't bother her.

"Forget it, there's really nothing to get back to. It was the first snow that day, so I couldn't help but send you a message. She stood up, walked behind the wheelchair, and pushed it down the street.

"Then why didn't you come to me?" he asked.

"He Zhunzhi said that you love face, I am afraid that your face will not be healed, and I don't want to see me. ”

"But you only messaged me once. ”

"Because you didn't reply to me the first time. I thought you didn't want to hear from me. ”

"I think. His throat moved, and his voice was hoarse.

"Huh?" Qin Anan was stunned, his heart beating faster, "Fu Shiting, you ...... just now"

"There's a cake shop over there," Fu Shiting pointed to the shop in front of him and diverted the topic, "I want to eat cake." ”

Qin An'an's attention was successfully diverted: "Oh, then let's go buy a cake!" After a pause, he wondered, "Don't you like sweets?"

"You can eat less on your birthday. ”

"Well, birthdays still have to have a little sense of ceremony. ”

The two arrived at the cake shop, and the clerk asked them to choose a style.

Fu Shiting said to Qin An'an: "You choose." ”

Qin An'an: "Why don't you buy the mousse cake?" ”

Fu Shiting said to the clerk: "Mousse cake." ”

Clerk: "Okay, sir, how big do you want to be?"

Fu Shiting turned his head to look at Qin An'an: "How old do you want to be?"

Qin An'an: "How many people are coming to eat today?"