Fu Shiting looked at her clean little face and said hoarsely: "Thank you."

The sweater is more comfortable and warmer than I imagined.

Qin Anan didn't expect that he looked good in his clothes.

I don’t know whether it’s because the sweater is well knitted or because it looks good to others.

She picked up the bag and took out a box from inside: "This is also a gift for you. I was worried that you wouldn't like this sweater, so I bought another small gift."

Fu Shiting looked at the box in her hand.

"There is a lighter inside." She explained nervously, "I didn't know what to give you, so I bought this. This is a consumable item, you should be able to use it. But you still need to smoke less, smoking is not good for your health."

With that said, she handed the box into his hand.

He opened the box, took out the lighter, pressed it lightly, and a string of flames rose.

"I'm not addicted to cigarettes," his voice was low and sexy, "I only smoke when I'm upset."

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Qin Anan raised her eyebrows, a little surprised: "But when I lived at your house before, I saw you smoking almost every day."

Fu Shiting: "Because you make me angry every day."

Qin An'an: "..."

"Go out and get some air." He was a little hot.

There was heating in the room, and there was a thin line of sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, I'll push you." She walked behind the wheelchair.

"No, the wheelchair is electric." He said, pressed the button, and the wheelchair drove out automatically.

Qin Anan caught up with him: "But you always let the bodyguard push you."

Fu Shiting: "I have bodyguards to push me, so I don't have to worry about it myself."

"I can also help you push..."

"Need not."

"But I want to push." ​​She said, holding the handle of his wheelchair and pushing the wheelchair outside. "How is your leg? What did the doctor say?"

Fu Shiting: "The left leg is fractured and the right leg is bruised."

Qin An'an felt a pain in his heart: "Is it painful?"

Fu Shiting: "It's okay."

Qin Anan pushed him out of the hotel, and the cold air immediately enveloped them both.

She parked the wheelchair on the side of the road and covered his legs with his windbreaker.

"I sent you a message before, why didn't you reply?" She summoned up the courage and asked.

He didn't reply, leaving her unable to sleep well for several nights.

Their faces were very close to each other.

Each other's breaths are intertwined.

He didn't want to tell her that after he was injured, his depression recurred and he took antidepressants for a week before his condition stabilized.

After his condition stabilized, he learned from Sheng Bei that she knitted sweaters day and night, so he did not disturb her.

"Forget it, there is nothing to reply to. It was snowing that day, so I couldn't help but send you a message." She stood up, walked behind the wheelchair, and pushed the wheelchair along the street.

"Then why didn't you come to me?" he asked.

"He Zhunzhi said that you care about face, but I'm afraid that your face injury won't heal and you won't want to see me."

"But you only sent me a message once."

"Because you didn't reply to me the first time. I thought you didn't want to see my message."

"I think." His Adam's apple moved and his voice became hoarse.

"Huh?" Qin Anan was stunned and her heart beat faster, "Fu Shiting, you just..."

"There's a cake shop over there," Fu Shiting pointed to the shop in front and changed the topic, "I want to eat cake."

Qin Anan's attention was successfully diverted: "Oh, let's go buy a cake!" After a pause, he wondered, "Don't you like sweets?"

"You can eat less on your birthday."

"Well, birthdays still need to have a sense of ceremony."

The two arrived at the cake shop, and the clerk asked them to choose a style.

Fu Shiting said to Qin An'an: "You choose."

Qin Anan: "How about buying a mousse cake? The cream cake is too sweet."

Fu Shiting said to the clerk: "Mousse cake."

Clerk: "Okay, sir, how big do you want it to be?"

Fu Shiting turned to look at Qin Anan: "How big do you want it to be?"
Chapter completed!