I owe you a lifetime of love

An Nian was trembling in fear, sweat dripping all over his body.

A man's face was reflected in her wide eyes.

The lost sanity returns little by little.

Fu Qingshen's big palm gently wrapped her hand, and he slowly removed the dagger tightly held in her palm.

"I, I didn't let him touch me..." An Nian's voice was hoarse, her tone trembling unbearably.

Fu Qing's heart ached so much that he suddenly hugged the woman tightly into his arms.

He took out the veil and bandaged the thin wound on her palm with red eyes...

Li San was about to get up and rush over, but An Nian opened his eyes wide, and before the exclamation escaped his mouth, Fu Qingshen got up first.

His tall back blocked Anian's sight.

"Niannian, close your eyes."

An Nian obediently closed her eyes.

Li San grunted in pain, and Fu Qingshen kicked him to the ground with his long legs.

Li San glared at Fu Qingshen, but it was impossible to get up.

Fu Qing's eyes pierced like thousands of ices: "Song Chao, this person, you know what to do."

People outside the door came in at the sound, and four bodyguards in black stood with their heads bowed.

The houses by the sea have a more or less salty smell of sea water.

Fu Qingshen wrapped An Nian in his suit jacket and carried him out.

His mood fluctuated up and down, and he couldn't feel at ease in the end.

An Nian didn't say a word along the way, and Fu Qingshen didn't ask, he just stroked her head gently, trying to calm her down in this way.

When he returned to the Shengshi Mansion, the girl in his arms had already fallen asleep.

After Song Chao parked the car, he glanced at the rear seat through the rearview mirror.

Fu Qing shook his head with his index finger on his lips.

Song Chao obediently remained silent.

Fu Qing couldn't bear to disturb the sleeping person in his arms, so he held her in the car for a full hour, until the person in his arms suddenly screamed and opened his eyes, then he hugged her and patted her On her back, softly comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

The familiar aura on the man's body gradually soothed An Nian's manic and frightened nerves.

Her slack pupils regained focus little by little, and she stared at Fu Qingshen for some time before An Nian came back to her senses.

"I... I fell asleep."

Fu Qingshen brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead: "I know."

"Are you home?" An Nian looked out the window at the already dark sky.

Fu Qing nodded deeply: "It's here, I'll carry you down."

"I'll do it myself."

Fu Qingshen let go of the person in his arms, and watched An Nian get out of the car frivolously.

He stared nervously at An Nian, his frowning brows never relaxed.

After going upstairs, Anian went to the cloakroom to look for clothes. Fu Qingshen turned and went to the bathroom. He put water at a suitable temperature in the bathtub.

An Nian was standing at the door.

Fu Qing touched her head deeply, and took out the prepared medical kit.

He gently bandaged the wound on her palm, and wrapped it with a layer of plastic wrap to prevent water from entering.

"Don't think about anything, take a shower and go downstairs, I'll cook."

An Nian nodded: "OK."

After finishing speaking, he didn't intend to leave. An Nian couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth slightly: "Don't worry, I'm not the old An Nian, this thing... I can bear it."

Fu Qing blamed himself deeply, and the hand hanging by his side clenched tightly into a fist.

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs."

While An Nian was taking a bath, Fu Qingshen knocked on the door three times...

He was worried after all.

An Nian came out with wet hair, and Fu Qingshen found a dry hair cap for her to put on.

He stared at the expression on her small face from beginning to end, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed by a big hand.

She ate very little for dinner and still didn't speak much.

Fu Qingshen didn't care to clean up the untouched food on the table. He led her upstairs, stuffed her into the bed, and found a hair dryer to dry her hair.

The silent hair dryer produced a warm, fleshy wind, and the man's fingertips shuttled through her dark and soft black hair.

An Nian rested her head on Fu Qingshen's lap, she felt something, her heart felt sore, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Fu Qingshen, what are you shaking?"

The man did not speak.

An Nian choked up, and she said hoarsely, "I'm fine..."

"I'm sorry..." Fu Qingshen turned off the hair dryer, and he murmured softly.The eye sockets were already red and hot.

It was he who didn't take good care of her.

Anian got up from Fu Qingshen's lap, and she gently hugged the man's neck: "It's not your fault..."

Fu Qing's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his long arms were wrapped around Anian's waist.

At that moment, how much he wished that she could scold him a few words and blame him a few words!At least it will make you feel better.

But she is always like this...

One breaks, one heals.

How could Fu Qingshen not feel distressed?

He really couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if he went a few steps late...

Even if such a thought just popped into his mind, he was frightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He wore a symbolic suit on his tall frame. He used to be Mr. Fu with his eyes above his head.

But now there are also things to be afraid of.

His back was bent, his slender fingertips trembled, his palms covered his face, and he finally lowered his head in self-blame.

An Nian loves Fu Qingshen more than he loves himself.

Her eyes were red, her eyelashes were wet with crystal tears, and she held Fu Qingshen's face lightly with both hands.

Sticking her soft lips: "Fu Qingshen, don't cry."

Fu Qingshen turned his head away, he wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the moisture from the corner of his eyes with his fingertips, but Anian held his hand.

"I will help you kiss away such precious tears."

Fu Qing missed a few beats in his heart, he just looked at the girl with a pious and serious face, her soft and cold lips fell on the corner of his eyes, he blinked, tears couldn't stop rolling down... …

His chest was filled with something, and he could hardly bear such a strong love.

He, a big man, wept silently...

This is who he loves.

Let him feel cherished time and time again, and let him understand that Fu Qingshen is also loved by others.

Such feelings are so deep that he doesn't know how to respond!

He finally pushed her down on the bed, staring at the person under him with red eyes.

An Nian showed herself to the person she loves most without reservation.

How can you not be afraid?

At that time today, she clenched the blade in her hand without fear, thinking of the worst outcome.

One pair for life people.

God gave her such a way.

Lived for more than twenty years.

She took her life to love only one person like Fu Qingshen. She wanted a clean love and gave it unreservedly.

If one day she gets stained, then she will no longer be persistent in loving him.

Big deal, we all die together.

Fu Qing growled deeply and bit the corner of her lips, An Nian could hardly bear it, her soft waist curved like a crescent moon in the dark night.

Still not satisfied, he clasped her waist tightly with his big palm and pulled her into his arms.

He lit the fire with his finger, and suddenly thought that she was still in her menstrual period.

An Nian shrank her neck, her face flushed red and she wanted to get up, he chuckled: "There are other ways."

When everything is at peace.

The impetuous and frightened heart seemed to be at peace.

An Nian lay on Fu Qingshen's shoulder.

He was sweating profusely, but kissed her tirelessly.

An Young gasped: "Bad guy..."

Fu Qingshen kissed her softly, bit her small and crystal-clear earlobe, and suddenly squeezed hard like a hungry wolf.

An Nian let out a cry of pain, and the circles of his eyes turned red rapidly.

He said, "Really bad?"