After Being Betrayed, I Inherited A Massive Fortune

Su Nan was surprised for a moment when he saw him standing at the door.

There was an extra navy blue gift box in his hand, and an extra stain.

In his slender and clean hands, it seemed a little out of place.

His eyes were scarlet.

Hand over the box and humbly.

"I picked it up, don't reject me, okay?"

His voice was hoarse and sweet in his throat.

I feel like I'm going crazy, and for her, he can even give up his own face.

Turning things out of the trash can?

But if he just walked away, he believed that he and Su Nan would not even hope to meet in the future.

Su Nan was silent for a few seconds without moving.

He remained in that position, not moving.

After a long time, Su Nan smiled and took the things from his hand.

Take the contents out and put them on the table beside them, and throw the box on the ground.

She glanced at him and said, "You can get out."

Fu Yechuan looked at her and took a step forward: "I'm sorry."

He was so impulsive that he lost control.

They are not married yet, even if they are, he will take her back!

The emotions in his brows and eyes were complicated, and the arrogance of facing outsiders disappeared in front of her.

Su Nan squinted and raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Change that condition, let's remarry!"

His eyes are still scarlet, and he doesn't have to think about other things. His only purpose is to get married, to be with her!

After a few seconds, she smiled.

What's the difference?

From wanting to sleep with her, to wanting to sleep with her aboveboard?

Su Nan looked at him lightly, "Do you think there is a drama?"

His fingers trembled slightly.

Does he think there is a play?

"There's no such thing as..."

His face was ugly, and Su Nan sneered, "It's good to know."

"There must be in the future!" His jaw tightened.

Su Nan glanced at him and said nothing.

Yes or no, it's not up to him.

The first time he was so humbled and embarrassed, it was all because of her.

Su Nan turned around and entered the door, closing the door.

But the door was not closed, and a hand was stuck in the crack of the door.

Fu Yechuan had a dazzling mark on his arm, and he withdrew his hand.

"Su Nan, my leg hurts..."

His voice was hoarse, with a faint supplication.

There is a trembling, uncertain humbleness in prayer.

The domineering arrogance just now seemed to be fake.

Su Nan felt like he was crushed by a blunt weapon, and felt as if he was strangled.

She was not afraid that Fu Yechuan would force her way, and she was not afraid that he would ignore, ridicule, or even belittle him.

But he would make her feel soft.

She is clear.

Eating soft and not hard is one of her weaknesses.

How his leg was injured, she knew in her heart, she couldn't ignore it.

Glancing at him, he took the phone, "I'll call Chen Mian and ask him to pick you up."

Fu Yechuan stopped her, "Chen Mian's father is hospitalized..."

He didn't lie.

Su Nan paused and gave up.

He turned his body and let the door open, "Come in first."

Fu Yechuan limped in and walked in only a few steps, and cold sweat was already seeping on his forehead.

He stood there, and Su Nan took a pair of men's slippers and threw them on the ground.

"Change shoes."

She walked in directly and looked at the notebook on the sofa. She took out the USB flash drive and waited to turn it on.

Fu Yechuan's eyes shrank for a moment, and his heart jumped.

Shit, he's guilty.

Looking at the men's slippers on the ground, he couldn't calm down.

Besides him, who else has been here?

Why are there always men's slippers here?

Does that Shang Qian come often?

He wanted to ask clearly, but when he saw Su Nan, his voice was like a sharp blade, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Was the lesson just now not profound enough?

It's hard to relax, and if you ask another question, you should be kicked out to sleep on the street!

After thinking about it, he took a breath.

It's all Shang Qian's fault!

The computer was turned on, the USB flash drive was inserted, and Su Nan looked at the folder.

"Classic old songs", "Lyrical old songs", "Old songs that Mr. Fu loves to listen to"...