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

Sheng Qiaoqiao thought that he was hallucinating again.

The fingertips pinched the palm of the hand hard and it hurt.

She turned to look at Ouyang Jinghua, who was in shock.

Ouyang Jinghua covered her chest with her hands, her delicate phoenix eyes filled with surprise and emotion. The mother and daughter looked at each other, and then both looked at the tall and domineering figure that was getting closer and closer.

The open countryside and the twilight.

Behind him, the sunset in the western sky burned brightly and brilliantly. He seemed to be walking towards her on those colorful auspicious clouds, with a layer of glow covering his whole body.

With her throat feeling clogged and painful, and her eyes moist and hot, Sheng Qiaoqiao took a step forward and ran towards him.

She has lost a lot of weight, and her delicate makeup cannot hide her haggard appearance. She has long, slightly curly hair and a white gauze skirt fluttering in the wind.

There were tears on her cheeks, and she looked pitiful under the glow of the setting sun.

Fu Yan's Adam's apple rolled and his chest ached. He raised his arms to greet her.

The next moment, the woman's soft body, stained with a cool and light fragrance, crashed into his chest, and her waist was hugged tightly.

It's the real Fu Yanshen.

It was the hot and hard chest that she was all too familiar with. It had a strong smell of male hormones, a faint smell of tobacco, and was full of masculinity.

Sheng Qiaoqiao hugged him tightly, holding his coat tightly with her fingers, crying with joy.

Fu Yan hugged her tightly and put his other hand on her back. This touch was a bit harsh because she was too thin.

He knew that in the past year or so, her depression had relapsed, she had gone insane, and had committed suicide twice...

Not far away, Ouyang Jinghua looked at the two people hugging each other tightly in the dusk, with tears filling her eyes.

I can't help but wonder: Could it be that the air crash investigation team's DNA comparison made another mistake?

When I think about it, I think it's unlikely.

In the past, Ye Hanlin covered the sky with one hand and faked Qiao Qiao's death. Now, the person covering the sky with one hand is Ye Qizheng.

Ye Qizheng contacted multiple agencies to conduct repeated investigations into Fu Yanshen's plane crash.

However, it was indeed Fu Yanshen.

The lifeblood of her precious daughter.

Ouyang Jinghua clasped her hands together, feeling pious and grateful in her heart, thanking the heaven for its mercy.

After cooperating with the local police to handle the robbery case, they took a private plane overnight and rushed back to the country.

On the way, Sheng Qiaoqiao didn't let Fu Yanshen leave her sight for a second. The two of them followed each other like a shadow, sticking together.

She thought she was hallucinating several times and not only pinched herself, but also let Fu Yan bite her deeply.

Fu Yanshen bit her, her sensitive ear, then turned her blushing face and kissed her deeply.

Sheng Qiaoqiao felt at ease when she snuggled into his real embrace, his hot breath wrapped around her, and she kept sucking in his scent.

"Since you are alive, where have you been for more than a year? Why don't you give me any news?"

Calm down, she couldn't help but ask.

She didn't mean to blame him for putting her through all the suffering, she just wanted to know.

Furthermore, he must have had his reasons, otherwise he would not have heard anything from him.

Fu Yan pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, clasped the back of her head with his big hands, pushed her into his arms, and rested his chin on her forehead.

"I have joined an international organization before, like an undercover agent. This time I went to perform a mission for the organization. The person who boarded the plane that day was my stand-in... As a result, something went wrong."

His tone was sincere, but his heart was empty.

Sheng Qiaoqiao believed everything and didn't want to blame him anymore. She was extremely lucky that he could come back alive.

After a long time, she poked her head out of his arms and looked at him carefully.

He seemed a little younger, with a very short haircut and stiff stubble. When I first saw him, his heroic appearance was the same as when I first met him.

She thought of something and deliberately pulled the roots of his hair, leaving no gray hair at all.

"Brother Fu, your hair is black again, or was it dyed?"

Fu Yanshen: "...nothing."

Sheng Qiaoqiao secretly rejoiced that he seemed to have lived a good life without suffering for more than a year.

……

They returned to the capital at dawn.

At that time, the morning sun rose, and the morning light filled the villa courtyard.

In the garden, hundreds of flowers are blooming, and their home is full of vitality.

Their fingers were clasped together, and Sheng Qiaoqiao turned her face sideways, staring at him lovingly, with heat surging in her chest.

She decorated their home and waited for more than a year until he, the master of the house, returned.

Her hands tightened again and again.

Fu Yan came to his senses and blinked away the moisture in his eyes, "It finally feels like home again... You're exposed this morning, come in quickly."

Just now, the consciousness of two time and space, past and present, passed through his mind.

In his previous life, in order to force her to divorce, he cruelly kicked her out of this home.

In this life, after she "passed away", he set the house on fire.

Now, their long-deserted home is once again filled with flowers.

……

Bathroom, steamy.

Under the shower, the man has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with clear and smooth muscle lines, without a trace of fat. The large and small scars on his back add a bit of wildness.

Sheng Qiaoqiao, who handed him the towel, froze when she saw the scars on his back.

She clearly remembered that all the scars on his body had been removed in the two years since she had faked his death. Why did he come back?

She loved him so much that she could remember clearly how many scars he had on his body, where they were, what they looked like, and they were stored in her mind like photos.

However, there are no shrapnel wounds left above his left shoulder blade from the northern Burma incident, and there are no burns on his calf...

The remaining scars were left by him when he was a bodyguard before she was reborn.

Fu Yan was deeply puzzled. She had come in a long time ago, so why didn't she say anything.

He turned around suddenly.

The man's wheat-colored chest muscles came into her field of vision. At the same time, she also noticed that there was no scar on his chest from the heart transplant.

Fu Yan saw that she seemed to be absent-minded, raised his eyebrows slightly, walked up to her, and teased her, "What are you looking at? You are so obsessed."

There was a sly smile on his lips, and his voice became hoarse with lust.

Sheng Qiaoqiao came back to her senses and stared at him, as if she wanted to see into his soul.

But, she was sure that he was her Fu Yanshen.

Just, it seems like something is wrong...

Fu Yanshen was also staring at her, his surging black eyes seemed to swallow her up. He couldn't hold it back, pinched her thin and tapering chin, and was about to kiss those two delicate red lips.

Sheng Qiaoqiao turned her face away, "Brother Fu, wipe the water off your body quickly, don't catch a cold."

His kiss rubbed against her cheek, and he was seduced by her unique body fragrance. The tip of his nose rubbed against the skin and moved down, burying into the side of her neck, kissing and sniffing lightly.

How could she withstand it? The mirror opposite reflected this scene. He was like an addict taking drugs, unable to extricate himself.

As before, treat her as an antidote.

"It's too small." The man's heavy breathing blew against her sensitive ears, and the movements of his hands became heavier and heavier.

She was teased until her calves softened, her nose pressed against his hot skin, and she teased him with a sweet voice, "It doesn't hurt without you, of course it's small."

Hearing this, Fu Yan felt that somewhere in his body was about to explode.