"I don't think Brother Shi Ting is angry for not seeing her... I asked his bodyguard, and the bodyguard said that his face was scratched by a tree branch. He loves face very much, and the wound on his face is not good. opinion of anyone."

"So that's the case! Then I'll tell An An now! Otherwise, she will definitely be thinking nonsense!" Li Xiaotian sent a message to Qin Anan about what He Zhunzhi said.

Qin Anan gave her a smile.

Li Xiaotian continued to send her a message: In half a month it will be Fu Shiting's birthday, what gift do you want to give him?

Qin An'an: No, I don't know what to give.

Li Xiaotian: It's so cold, knit him a sweater!

Qin Anan: Are you serious? Who is wearing a knitted sweater now? ?

Li Xiaotian: If you want to knit, you can knit, straight men like this.

Qin An'an: The problem is, I can't knit!

Li Xiaotian: Someone who sells wool will teach you! It's really not good, you can watch the video online! You are so smart, you will definitely learn it!

Qin An'an: Why do you insist on me knitting sweaters?

Li Xiaotian: Because men eat this set! He Zhunzhi said that he can't forget his first love girlfriend now, because that girl knitted a sweater for him, and he kept it until now... I'm sore to death, but I will never knit him a sweater !

Standing in the heavy snow, Qin Anan fell into a brief tangle while watching the message from her girlfriend.

A car stopped in front of her, honked its horn, and she recovered.

It was the express she called.

An hour later, she came home with a bag of wool.

Zhang Yun walked up to her, glanced at the wool in the bag, and wondered, "Do you want to knit a scarf?"

Qin Anan blushed slightly: "I want to knit a sweater."

Zhang Yun's eyes instantly became more meaningful: "Who are you knitting for? It can't be knitting for me, right? Is it for Fu Shiting?"

Qin An'an: "Mom, I'll knit for you... But Fu Shiting's birthday is coming up soon, so I'll knit one for him first. When I'm a little more proficient, I'll knit a better one for you."

Zhang Yun smiled and said, "I'm joking with you! However, it's not popular to knit sweaters for your sweetheart now, right? It was quite popular in our time..."

Qin Anan: "Xiaotian said it's also popular now."

Zhang Yun: "Oh, it seems that fashion is a cycle! Do you know how to knit? Weaving this is time-consuming. Would you like me to help you?"

Qin Anan shook his head: "There's still half a month left! I should be able to finish knitting."

......

Fu family.

Closed balcony on the second floor.

Fu Shiting was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the heavy snow outside the window for a moment.

For the past few days, his mind has been empty. The heart is also empty.

The previous obsession and pain seemed to be paused.

He didn't want to see anyone, and he didn't want to hear any sound.

Only when the pain is unbearable, I think about what would have happened if I had fallen to my death at that time.

He knew very well that nothing would actually change.

The earth will still turn.

Those who cried for his departure will gradually return to their normal lives.

In this world, no one can live without anyone.

But in the end, he was still concerned.

He cannot die.

His hands clenched tightly on the armrest of the wheelchair, and his body was very tight.

Tears slid down the corners of his eyes quickly.

Living room on the second floor.

Mrs. Fu was sitting on the sofa with the doctor standing beside her.

"Old lady, Shi Ting's injury this time has caused his depression to return."

Mrs. Fu sighed: "I feel it. He refused to speak, and he closed himself up again." JrNovels.com