Kiss her 90,000 times

February [-]rd.

It is not only the family banquet day in Fu's old house, but also the beginning of spring.

The older generation pays attention to it. Mr. Fu greeted him earlier and asked Fu Conglin to come back early, because the next day is the new year and the end of the new year is approaching.

In the past, the regular food here in the old house was mostly according to the old man's taste, and it is the same now, only the old man follows the traditional customs, so the meals on the day of Lichun are much lighter.

There are spring pancakes for breakfast and radish medicinal food for lunch, but the variety is as light as white water, not very tasty.

Duan Suhua didn't like to toss about these things, because the old man had to obey what he said, since early in the morning, his complexion was not very good.

He was also strictly prohibited from going to the hospital to see Fu Mingyue, so as not to be in bad luck.

She also dared not speak out.

Now that the taste of the year is getting weaker and weaker, Fu Conglin asked Shi Wan if he wanted to go home before leaving the apartment, naturally referring to Zhang Yan's home.

Shi Wan herself was uncertain, so she gave an ambiguous answer: "It's pretty much the same whether you go back or not."

Fu Conglin said, "Come back to the old house with me."

Shi Wan immediately smiled, this smile was very weird, "Then I may be really sick."

Fu Conglin took a deep look at her, and didn't speak any more, only the corners of his lips were tightly pursed.

It's always like this when a man is angry, his deep facial features are sharper and more indifferent.

Shi Wan urged him to leave quickly, her tone was quite impatient.

As a result, after Fu Conglin left, Shi Wan sat on the sofa feeling a little lost.

Wen Qing also asked her the same question. Hearing her struggle, she said, "Why don't you come to my house? Anyway, my parents like you very much."

Shi Wan sighed, "Forget it, I'm still fit to be alone."

It seems that since her father passed away, her anticipation for the Chinese New Year has not been high.

After thinking about it, she decided to go home.

Go see dad.

……

Fu Conglin arrived at the old house around five o'clock in the afternoon.

Duan Suhua had been suffocated for a whole morning, but now she dissipated a lot when she saw him, and was about to greet him, when she thought of something, her expression changed again, and she sat on the sofa with a slumped face and said nothing.

Fu Conglin pretended not to see her unhappiness, and greeted her respectfully, "Mom."

"Yeah." Duan Suhua didn't look up or look at him.

It was clear that she didn't want to talk to him.

Fu Conglin asked, "Where's Dad?"

"Going out to play golf."

Fu Conglin nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

Go straight upstairs.

When Duan Suhua approached, he called out again, "Are you still with Shi Wan now?"

Fu Conglin didn't deny it, "Yes."

Duan Suhua was angry, she turned her head and didn't ask any more questions.

Fu Conglin went to the study to see the old man.

It's been a while since I saw him, but the old man seemed to be in good spirits, and he was writing on rice paper with a brush in his slightly skinny hand.

Mr. Fu spent his entire life in the army, even at an advanced age, the words are still soul-stirring and sharp.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyelids, "Here we come."

Fu Conglin walked in, "Grandpa."

The grandfather and grandson stopped communicating with each other, the old man was eloquent, and Fu Conglin was grinding beside him.

There is a breath of pen and ink in the air, with a bit of astringent coolness.

Time is passing quietly.

After a long while, the old man put down the brush, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the paper full of pen and ink, with a hint of appreciation in his hale eyes, "The Lindong project has been cut off?"

Not so many twists and turns, straight to the point.

Fu Conglin paused without hiding anything, "Yes."

This kind of thing can't be hidden.

There is a slight change in the world, that is, one spreads ten, ten spreads one hundred.

The old man snorted and said loudly, "Foolish."

What does it mean, both grandpa and grandson know it well.

Fu Conglin looked calm: "It has nothing to do with her."

The old man waved his hand, obviously it was inconvenient to listen to his explanation.

After a long silence, Fu Conglin suddenly asked: "Grandpa, why did you agree to marry Shi Wan and me?"

From the beginning to the end, Fu Conglin was not clear about this question.

He has a cold and arrogant temper and doesn't bother to ask.

The old man twisted the beads in his hand and said flatly, "There is no reason."

I closed my eyes for a while, and when I opened my eyes, I still saw Fu Conglin standing there, the old man sneered, his eyebrows and eyes were as indifferent as Fu Conglin's, or even worse, "You don't want to know."

"I have that right."

He is a party in a marital storm and should have the right to know the truth.

Time has passed, looking back and exploring carefully, I found a lot of confusion and incomprehension.

The man's back was straight and his eyes were calm and solemn.

Not long after, Mr. Fu shuddered, but his breathing was gentle. He closed his eyes and let Fu Conglin go to the bookshelf to find a document.

It's been a long time since the package was opened, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the document.

"Think about it before opening it."

Meaningful words come with a warning.

Fu Conglin turned a deaf ear, opened the document neatly, and took out a stack of documents from it.

The first thing that entered was a photo of Shi Wan, covered with a college profile.

For a family like the Fu family, it's easy to make a negative adjustment to a person.

Shi Wan in the photo is extra youthful compared to now.

Fu Conglin followed the words in black and white.

Nothing weird or special.

until he turned to the last page.

The hand holding the paper with its fingers froze suddenly, the man's calm face was instantly broken, and his eyes seemed to hit the surging waves on the sea level, unable to calm down for a long time.

……

After the new year, Fu Conglin went to the hospital to visit Fu Mingyue, and Duan Suhua went with him.

In the past, no matter how capricious Fu Mingyue was, her husband would be extremely tolerant and give in. This time, it was different. When Duan Suhua knew that she was accompanied by nurses during this time and her husband rarely came to the hospital, she was so angry that she cursed.

"He's gone crazy! Did I tell you before that he, a little boy with no money and no background, can't be worthy of you. You insist on marrying him. Now his life is better, and he is flying on the branches. Don't even look at who you rely on!"

Fu Mingyue was crying, her eyes were red and shedding tears.

As much as you want to be wronged, as much as you want.

Fu Mingyue wanted Fu Conglin to help persuade his second brother-in-law, but the man was indifferent, his eyes looking at her seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, especially cold and frightening.

"fair enough."

Duan Suhua: "What's good? How can you help outsiders speak."

"He is the son-in-law of the Fu family, so he can't be regarded as an outsider."

Duan Suhua was in a hurry and told Fu Conglin to leave quickly so as not to be upset.

……

When Fu Conglin returned to the apartment, Shi Wan was no longer there.

She is on the plane home.

When he landed, he saw several phone calls from Fu Conglin, guessing that this person might lose his temper again, so he called back quickly.

The man answered the phone very quickly, "Where have you been?"

"Go home."

"Ok?"

"Come back to my mother."

Fu Conglin paused, "Didn't you say you can't go back?"

Shi Wan stopped the car and got in, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I wasn't sure before, but now I'm sure."

"Why didn't you tell me when you left?"

Shi Wan made up an excuse: "You are not busy."

She forgot it first, then remembered it after getting on the plane, and then thought it didn't matter, she could do things like postponing.

"Are you in the apartment?"

"No, at the company." Fu Conglin's voice was deep and slightly hoarse, sounding very tired.

"Oh."

After her words fell, the two fell silent.

After a while, there were only shallow breathing sounds at both ends, Shi Wan cleared her throat and was about to speak.

Fu Conglin took the lead, "When do you plan to come back?"

Shi Wan's recent work is actually not too busy, and the basic work is postponed until the next year.

"Maybe it's the tenth day."

"Well, I'll pick you up then."

After finishing speaking, I heard a voice from Fu Conglin's side.

Shi Wan silently cut off the phone without disturbing him.

When Shi Wan came back, Zhang Yan was in a state of being both happy and unhappy, always beating around the bush to inquire about her emotional state, but Shi Wan took the trouble to deny it.

Zhang Yan was furious.

Why is she angry, angry that there is no big gift from Fu Conglin for this year's Chinese New Year.

How did she know that the things that Fu Conglin sent over the past two years were all arranged by Shi Wan herself.

Fu Conglin doesn't care about her, so how could he treat her natal family properly.

It's just that Zhang Yan thought that she accepted the love, and every time she saw Fu Conglin, she always looked obsequious. Although Shi Wan was annoying, she could understand it, but she saw it through and didn't tell it.

Zhang Yan was originally a realistic person, as always.

Occasionally, Wan thought about it, her father is so nice, why did she fall in love with her mother.

On the twenty-eighth day of the new year.

Shi Wan went downstairs to throw out the trash, and as soon as she got down the steps, she saw a person standing under a street lamp.

Looking closely, she froze in place.

The climate here is different from Jiangcheng. If it doesn't snow, it won't be so cold.

The temperature wasn't too high. Fu Conglin was wrapped in a pitch-black overcoat and was looking this way. The night light was dim and the chill was chilling. When he met her unbelievable gaze, the corners of the man's lips curved slightly.

He still held wisps of cigarettes shrouded in white mist between his fingertips, radiating scarlet light and shadows, his brows and eyes were somewhat cold.

Shi Wan walked over.

She was dressed casually, with a coat over her pajamas, and a scarf wrapped in a scarf in fear of the cold. The long strands fell on her chest, and her hair was still a little disheveled.

As she got closer, the woman's facial features became clearer, she was charming, "Didn't you say yesterday that you were on a business trip?"

The man looked calm, "Yeah."

Not too much to explain.

There was a wind blowing, brushing up her hair to block her view, she stretched out her hand to push it away, Fu Conglin moved one step faster than her, and smoothed her hair behind her ear, she could feel the temperature of his fingertips, it was slightly cool of.

"How long have you been here?" She raised her head, her chin still buried in the scarf.

"about an hour."

Shi Wan's eyes widened, "What are you thinking, aren't you afraid of getting sick? Why don't you call me?"

No wonder his hands are so cold.

Shi Wan lifted her foot and left.

Fu Conglin quickly grabbed her wrist, "Where are you going?"

Shi Wan lifted the trash in her hand.

Fu Conglin took it, "I'll go."

Put out the cigarette by the way.

When he came back, Shi Wan took off the scarf, put it on his neck on tiptoe, and muttered, "I don't know what's wrong with you, why did you come here to suffer from the cold?"

The scarf is soft and warm, with a feminine fragrance.

Fu Conglin looked down at her movements.

Taking off the scarf, her whole face was exposed, Fu Conglin looked at her, "She's thinner."

"Nonsense, you've gained a catty and a half."

Fu Conglin laughed.

Gently pinching her face, Shi Wan slapped her away, the woman was a little impatient, "Don't make a fuss, have you booked a hotel yet?"

"Ah."

"Then go back first."

Fu Conglin didn't move, just looked at her like that.

Shi Wan looked away and lowered her head.

A few seconds later, the phone in her pocket rang.

Shi Wan took it out, glanced at it, then at Fu Conglin, and took two steps to the side to pick it up.

It was Shi Jingkang's call, asking if she had gone upstairs, "No."

"Sister, then go buy me a pack of cigarettes."

Shi Jingkang is already an adult college student, Shi Wan doesn't care if he smokes or not, and Zhang Yan doesn't say anything, so she naturally doesn't mind meddling in other people's business.

"What smoke?"

Shi Jingkang said a sign and was about to hang up the phone, Shi Wan stopped him, "Money."

Shi Jingkang complained about her being stingy, but Shi Wan turned a deaf ear to him, and when he took his cigarette money, Shi Wan looked at Fu Conglin.

Exhale, "Let's go, I'll take you out of the community."

At first, Fu Conglin kept a distance of half a person from her.

It may be because they haven't seen each other for a while, or it may be because of the cold weather, the two seem a little unfamiliar.

Later, Fu Conglin put his hand on Shi Wan's waist.

Shi Wan froze for a moment, and then ignored it.

The supermarket is about 2 minutes away from the entrance of the community.

Shi Wan sent Fu Conglin to the door and stopped.

Her scarf is light purple, tied around Fu Conglin's neck, it looks out of place with his clothes.

Shi Wan looked a little funny and wanted to laugh.

"Let's go."

The man looked at her with deep dark eyes.

Fu Conglin stretched out his hand to hold her, rubbed her ring finger with his fingertips, rolled his throat, and said, "I'm on the plane on the night of New Year's Eve."

Shi Wan didn't speak.

He said, "Come with me?"

He didn't let go, and Shi Wan didn't respond.

After a while, Shi Wan withdrew her hand and looked down at him, "Then I'll go up and change clothes first."

When Shi Wan came late, Shi Jingkang muttered, "Why did you come back so slowly?"

Shi Wan glanced at him and said nothing.

She went to Zhang Yan's bedroom door and knocked, "Mom."

After a while Zhang Yan opened the door, "What's the matter? Knock, knock, knock at night."

Shi Wan: "My friend is here to look for me, I'll go out later and won't be back tonight."

"Which friend of yours?"

"You don't know."

Zhang Yan also just asked casually, not particularly concerned, "It's up to you."

Shi Wan changed her clothes and went downstairs.

When I got into the car, I asked Fu Conglin while wearing the seat belt, "Are you here on a business trip?"

"What do you think."

Shi Wan didn't think so.

She thought she would go back to the hotel directly, but Fu Conglin turned around and found a restaurant.

Only then did she know that Fu Conglin hadn't eaten.

After finishing dinner with him, he returned to the hotel without haste.

Fu Conglin is a noble person, and he will not let himself suffer. The luxurious top-floor presidential suite has a large area, and every part shows the power of money.

Fu Conglin went to take a bath, and Shi Wan had already washed at home. She walked around and didn't find Fu Conglin's luggage, so she knew that the business trip was just a cover.

What is he thinking.

Isn't it just like Sima Zhao's heart, which everyone knows.

So after Fu Conglin came out of the bathroom, Shi Wan went up to meet him, stood on tiptoes and hugged his neck, with his breath lingering in her nose, raised her head slightly, and kissed him.

Fu Conglin pressed her waist, and then sent it up, with a hoarse voice, "So active?"

Shi Wan looked into his dark eyes, pulled the corners of her lips, and smiled a little frivolously, "Isn't that what you mean when you came all the way downstairs from my house and brought me to the hotel?"

In the past, Fu Conglin would have turned cold when he heard this.

Now, he just hugged Shi Wan tighter.

Then she let go again, her light eyes fell on her fair cheeks, she was very calm, "There is nothing wrong with you thinking that way."

After saying that, she suddenly picked up Shi Wan, threw her onto the soft bed, and jumped on her.