After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

He looked cautious, his forehead pressed against mine intimately, his thin lips caressed and kissed my lips softly and affectionately, I didn't have the temper, and he said softly:

"No."

His hand touched my forehead again, thinking that I had a fever and felt uncomfortable.

"That's just because I'm tired. Take a good rest at home and I'll go by myself." He let go of me and said warmly.

However, I walked to the entrance before him and changed my shoes, but he was still frozen in place.

"Let's go!" I urged him.

The corners of the man's lips slowly raised, and his smile reached his eyes, looking handsome and charming.

He came to me, squatted down, and patiently helped me tie the lace laces on my British-style brown leather shoes.

Tender as water, bow your head and surrender.

……

In early winter in Beijing, sugar-roasted chestnuts and roasted sweet potatoes were sold on the streets, and a warm atmosphere floated in the cold air.

I was walking on the side of the road, eating steaming roasted sweet potatoes. Fu Yanshen was walking on the outside of me, protecting me, as before.

When we arrived at the entrance of the supermarket, he stood in the wind, shielding me from the wind, waiting for me to finish eating before going in.

In the setting sun, Fu Yanshen was well-dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a long black coat on top. His handsome face was one-third mixed race. He was handsome and charming, suitable for both men and women, old and young, and had a 100% chance of turning heads.

Everyone looked at me with envy.

"There's one last bite left. I can't eat any more." As I spoke, I brought the remaining roasted sweet potato to his mouth. Fu Yanshen bent down and ate it with his mouth open as if no one else was watching.

He took the paper bag containing the roasted sweet potatoes from my hand, walked to the trash can nearby, and threw it away for me.

I pursed my lips and smiled.

He walked up to me, put his arm around my shoulders, and followed me into the supermarket.

When the escalator went up, I noticed at a glance that there was a cute little girl sitting in a supermarket shopping cart on the down elevator next door.

The pink-carved little figures are wearing a small red down jacket, with a small tutu tied behind each ear. They are so cute that I can't take my eyes away.

At this moment, a thrilling scene happened.

The girl's father's hand left the shopping cart. He lowered his head to play with his mobile phone and typed with both hands. The shopping cart slid down the steep and high escalator.

The little girl looked around indifferently.

"Fu!" I shouted instinctively, my heart hanging in my throat, as if someone had taken my breath away.

Fu Yanshen next to me seemed to have noticed it. He turned over and jumped to the next door. When I turned around, I saw him stopping the sliding shopping cart in time!

Seeing that the little girl was safe, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and my heart fell back to where it was before.

Other passers-by also got a false alarm.

"Beanie!"

"How do you look after the child?" Fu Yan asked coldly to the little girl's father.

He looked like he was going to beat someone up.

He has never been a nosy person, especially on this occasion, I kept going.

"That's right! Why are you looking at the child? How dangerous it was just now!"

"This father is really irresponsible for taking care of his children and watching beautiful women's live broadcasts!"

Several aunts accused the father. I went to Fu Yanshen and wanted to hold his hand, only to find that his fists were clenched.

"Fu Yanshen?"

I raised my face and called him.

When he came to his senses, the anger around him dissipated, he held my hand and led me to continue walking up.

I quietly looked at his side face, recalling the scene where he had just saved the child without hesitation, and couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.

My cousin would mention him every time she contacted me, saying that he often visited Xiao Miaomiao and Coke, bought them toys and picture books, and personally wore roller skates to teach Xiao Miaomiao how to play roller skating, and accompanied his third-grade student Coke plays basketball.

When she told me this, I couldn't believe that Fu Yanshen would be so loving and patient with a child, and that he was someone else's child.

……

Returning to Qihao Yard from the supermarket, Fu Yanshen carried two large bags of reusable bags and entered the elevator with me.

The moment the elevator door was about to close, a big hand with a luxury watch on its wrist blocked the crack of the door.

The spotless silver metal door slowly opened, and a tall and straight man walked in, bringing with it a faint smell of tobacco.

The moment I raised my head, his handsome, mature face broke into my sight.

My eyes lit up and I recognized him instantly.

Ouyang's ex-husband, that Ye An'an's father.

Under the heroic sword-shaped eyebrows, the deep and bright eyes seemed to be sizing me up, with a noble temperament and an overbearing aura.

"Minister Ye."

Fu Yanshen next to him greeted him, with a hint of respect in his tone.

minister?

It turned out to be a high-ranking official.

He nodded slightly, "Yanshen, is this...girlfriend?"

Fu Yanshen: "I love you."

He answered simply and smoothly.

Minister Ye's eyes fell on me again, the corners of my lips raised, and I said respectfully: "Hello!"

"Are you Ouyang's friend?" he asked me again. As he spoke, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and held it between his fingers without lighting it.

The faint smell of smoke made me feel inexplicably familiar, and I looked at him in a daze.

It wasn't until Fu Yanshen hugged my waist that I came back to my senses, "Yes, Ouyang and I are very good friends."

He looked at me thoughtfully.

At this time, the elevator door opened.

He finally came to his senses and stepped out of the elevator first.

After I stepped out of the elevator, he was walking towards the end of the corridor on the floor. His leather shoes made a dull sound on the marble floor. His aura was strong and unique, as if there was an invisible force permeating the surroundings.

Looking at his back, a similar scene vaguely appeared in my mind, but the back in my memory was taller, like a mountain.

It wasn’t until two years later that I realized why I felt this way at this moment, and why the smell of cigarette smoke on his body seemed familiar to me.

Because he is my biological father.

When I was little, I loved holding my father's hand and smelling the smell of cigarette smoke on his hand...

As soon as I entered the door, Fu Yanshen put down his shopping bags and pressed me against the door panel forcefully and kissed me deeply.

Just when I was able to catch my breath, his hands eagerly got under the hem of my sweater, and his rough palms rubbed my skin like sandpaper, causing it to feel itchy and slightly painful.

"Well... why did you suddenly go crazy..." I protested angrily, having been teased to the point of weakness by him.

"Jealous." He spoke in a rough voice as he spoke to my earlobe.

I was stunned. Is he jealous of Minister Ye?

"When you looked at him just now, your eyes were straight! He was so attracted to you, huh?" Fu Yan gritted his teeth and whispered in a low voice, as if he was complaining about his husband.

I was speechless, "You are jealous of uncle, he can be my father..."

Before he finished speaking, he pushed me down on the entrance cabinet and lifted up my long skirt. I don’t know when there was a box of Okamoto 001 in his hand. He must have picked it up when I was not paying attention when I was shopping in the supermarket.

This is our favorite in the past, it's extremely thin.

In the mirror, a well-dressed, cold and ascetic man was biting the tinfoil a** at the corner of his mouth, and when he tore it apart with force, his hormones exploded in an instant.

The moment they became one, he didn't move immediately. He just buried his face deep in the back of my neck and hugged me tightly again and again, as if he was feeling my presence.

"Qiao Qiao... Only at this time am I the most practical..." After an unknown amount of time, he gasped in my ear.

At a young age, he witnessed his mother being killed and jumped into the sea to escape. Fu Yanshen suffered from severe psychological trauma and a borderline personality.

Suspicious and ill, black and white, afraid of being abandoned, possessive.

In the past, when he saw Sheng Qiaoqiao having sex with others, he often took possession of her suddenly and violently.

Only in this way can he feel at ease and safe.

Only then did he believe that she was his and that she would not abandon him.

"Fu Yanshen, no more... I'm going on a business trip to the film and television studio tomorrow, and I have to get up early to catch a flight!" I protested in a hoarse voice on the messy bed, beating him feebly with my fists.

His fiery gaze scorched me, "Good Qiaoqiao, if you say you love me, I'll let you go!"