"Fu Shiting, I won't ask for your money." She said solemnly, "So don't tell me that again."

"Why don't you want my money? Is my money different from other people's money?" His tone was obviously low.

Qin Anan hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't want anyone's money. I don't want to see anyone's face."

This sentence blocked all the words behind him.

"I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me." Qin Anan turned over and gave him his back.

Looking at her thin back, he covered her with the quilt.

She opened it immediately: "I cover mine, you cover yours, don't touch me."

There are two quilts on the bed.

Fu Shiting was covered with a thick quilt.

Hers is a summer air-conditioning quilt.

However, the air conditioner in the room was warm.

"You cover thick, I cover thin." Fu Shiting said kindly.

He was relatively weak and felt cold all the time, so he felt that she was cold too.

"Do you want to heat me to death?" Qin Anan said unceremoniously, "hurry up to sleep, you must go before my mother comes back tomorrow morning. Your presence here has seriously affected our lives."

Fu Shiting covered the quilt: "Got it."

Ten minutes later, Qin Anan took the phone and turned over.

Through the light of the phone screen, she saw his open eyes.

In the dim sight, his eyes exuded a cold dark light.

"Why don't you sleep? Is it cold?" she asked.

Fu Shiting: "A bit. Are you hot?"

She wears short sleeves.

And the air conditioner was only covered on the upper body.

The two don't seem to be in the same season.

"Don't mind me...I'll get you a blanket..." Qin Anan sat up.

He stretched out his arm and grabbed her: "Just give me half of your quilt."

"Oh..." She gave him half of her quilt.

In this way, if she wanted to cover the quilt, she could only lean towards him.

Realizing this, she sat up again, trying to get the blanket.

"Don't move...I want to sleep." He stretched out his long arms and pulled her back again.

......

Fu family.

Mrs. Fu had been sitting on the sofa, so angry that she didn't even have dinner.

After the driver returned from delivering things to Fu Shiting, Mrs. Fu began to question the driver.

"That rental house, isn't it small?"

Driver: "It's very small. The whole house is not as big as the living room here."

Mrs. Fu took a look at the living room, and her blood pressure suddenly rose.

"When I left, Qin An'an's mother had already gone out to the hotel. In that rental room, there were only President Fu and Qin An'an." the driver said.

"This Qin An'an... will he do anything too bad to Shi Ting?! Shi Ting is so ill now, how can you let him be alone with Qin An'an! The bodyguard?! The bodyguard definitely can't Leave!" Madam Fu was very worried.

"It should be alright..." The driver stammered and said, "I heard from the bodyguard that the two of them did it at noon...did that kind of thing...should still have feelings. ."

Mrs. Fu was shocked: "Shi Ting has become so ill! How can I still have the energy to do that kind of thing! This Qin Anan is indeed a vixen! I'm going to bring Shi Ting back! If I continue to stay with her, I will Isn't his son going to be squeezed completely by her!"

The driver gave Mrs. Zhang a wink.

Mrs. Zhang immediately supported Mrs. Fu: "If you go, I'm afraid that your husband will turn against you. Go back first, and I will ask the driver to pick you up tomorrow morning."

"I think you've been brainwashed by Qin An'an too!" Mrs. Fu shook off Mrs. Zhang's arm.

Sister Zhang took two steps back and did not quarrel with the old lady.

"Now take me to the place where Qin Anan lives. I'll go outside and have a look, I won't go in!" The old lady said to the driver.

The driver immediately helped her out.

Forty minutes later, Mrs. Fu saw the old community where Qin Anan lived.

The old lady sat in the car and couldn't stop crying. JrNovels.com