Qin An'an put the phone on the table, and her mouth was dry for a while, so she picked up the mutton soup that Sheng Bei had served to her.

Sheng Bei tapped his finger on the table and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey! Do you two think we don't know you two are texting each other?"

Qin Anan was afraid of what Fu Shiting would say, and immediately said, "I'm full, and so is he! So let's go back first!"

Sheng Bei teased: "Okay! We're full too! We're full from dog food."

......

Fu family.

The story of Fu Shiting's murder spread to Mrs. Fu's ears.

The old lady came over overnight.

Seeing Qin Anan there, the old lady's face turned cold a few times.

"Tonight when the boss was almost hit by a car, Qin Anan flew and protected the boss in his arms." The bodyguard witnessed the whole process, so he felt it was necessary to talk to the old lady, "If I didn't drive at that time. If the gun blew the opponent's wheel, the car would hit it directly. Qin An'an would be crushed into flesh first, and he would definitely die. Because our boss is being guarded, there may be a chance of survival."

After listening to the description of the bodyguard, a bloody picture appeared in Mrs. Fu's mind.

"Mom, we don't have dinner yet." Fu Shiting said, "Let's go eat something first."

"Oh...you guys go and eat! I'll go in a while."

Madam Fu's resentment towards Qin An'an was silently resolved at this moment.

Only in times of crisis can you see whether a person is true or false to you.

Qin Anan was able to protect Fu Shiting without hesitation in such a dangerous situation. If this courage is not because of love, what is it because of it?

After dinner, Fu Shiting and Qin Anan came out of the restaurant.

Fu Shiting asked Qin Anan to go back to the room first.

But Mrs. Fu called out her name.

"An An, I am not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong. Thank you tonight." Mrs. Fu got up from the sofa and walked in front of Qin An'an. To you. Shi Ting is my son, I just wish him well."

Qin Anan wasn't quite used to the change in the relationship with the old lady, so after hesitating for a while, he said, "...it's very late, go back and rest!"

Mrs. Fu nodded: "You also rest early."

The driver sent Mrs. Fu away.

The living room fell silent, and needles could be heard falling.

Qin An'an's feet seemed to stick to the floor.

Of course she was embarrassed to go up to the second floor with Fu Shiting.

But how to find a reason to leave?

He has already used the big trick of birthday wish. Wouldn't he be disappointed if she left?

"Fu Shiting, I took all my clothes away last time..."

"You put on mine first." Before she could finish speaking, he took her words, "Change your clothes, wash them today, and dry them tomorrow."

Qin Anan pursed her red lips, and her mind became blank.

"So reluctant?" He looked at her, his thin lips parted lightly, "If you want to go back to your mother, then go back. I'll let the driver take you."

Qin An'an: "..."

She was reluctant to put it aside, and she was obviously not so happy to hear his tone.

Aunt Zhang suddenly appeared and said with a smile, "An An, you forgot to collect a set of clothes last time. I'll go get it for you."

Qin Anan: "......"

Now, she really has no reason to leave.

After Mrs. Zhang left, Qin Anan walked behind him and pushed him towards the elevator.

"It's your birthday today, don't be angry on your birthday." She reasoned with him.

"I'm not angry." His tone was calmer, "I don't want to force you."

"Not too reluctant...I just..."

"Just what?"

"When I left at the time, I left in a dashing and decisive manner. As a result, I came back after a few days, and I felt a bit slapped in the face."

Fu Shiting: "I didn't see you when you left. So if you come back now, even if you hit me in the face, it's me who hit me, not you."

Qin Anan felt relieved, and then asked, "Who will help you take a bath at night? Is it the same male nurse from before?"

With a 'ding' sound, the elevator reached the second floor.

Fu Shiting raised his eyes and looked at her with interest. JrNovels.com