Chapter 111

y his aura and said uncontrollably: "Fu Shiting, my father wants to talk to you about something. It's about your privacy. So let's talk somewhere else! ""what's my privacy" Fu Shiting's sharp eyes loo...Chapter 111

"I don't think brother Ting was angry not to see her. I asked his bodyguard. The bodyguard said that his face had been scratched by a branch. He was very face-saving and the wound on his face was not good, so he probably didn't want to see anyone. "

"so it is!" Then I'll tell Ann now! Otherwise, she will certainly be out of her mind! " Li Xiaotian sent a message to Qin Anan what he Junzhi said.

Qin Anan replied to her smiling face.

Li Xiaotian continued to send her a message: Fu Shiting's birthday will be in half a month. Have you decided what gift to give him

Qin Anan: no, I don't know what to send.

Li Xiaotian: it's so cold, please knit him a sweater!

Qin Anan: are you serious Who wears the knitted sweater now

Li Xiaotian: let you knit, you knit. Straight men like this.

Qin Anan: the problem is, I can't knit!

Li Xiaotian: people who sell wool will teach you! I really can't. You watch videos on the Internet. You are so clever, you must have learned it at once!

Qin Anan: why do you want me to knit a sweater

Li Xiaotian: because men like this! He Junzhi said that he could not forget his first girlfriend because the girl knitted him a sweater and he kept it until now. My heart is sore, but I will never knit a sweater for him!

Qin Anan stood in the heavy snow, watching the message from her best friend and fell into a brief entanglement.

A car parked in front of her, honked her horn, and she regained consciousness.

she called the express train.

an hour later, she came home with a bag of wool.

Zhang Yun walked up to her, looked at the wool in the bag and wondered, "do you want to knit a scarf"

Qin Anan blushed: "I want to knit a sweater."

Zhang Yun's eyes suddenly became more profound: "who are you knitting for" It can't be knitted for me, can it Is it for Fu Shih Ting Weaving "

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Qin Anan: "Mom, I'll knit it for you. But Fu Shiting's birthday is coming, so I'll knit one for him first. When I become more skilled, I will knit you a better one. "

Zhang Yun said with a smile, "I'm kidding you!" But it's not popular to knit sweaters for your sweetheart now, is it It was very popular in our time.

Qin Anan: "Xiaotian said it is also popular now."

Zhang Yun: "Oh, it seems that fashion is a reincarnation!" Can you knit It takes a lot of time to knit this. Can I help you "

Qin Anan shook his head and said, "there is still half a month left!" I should be able to finish knitting. "

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Fu Jia.

the balcony is closed on the second floor.

Fu Shiting sat in a wheelchair, looking out of the window at the heavy snow.

his mind has been empty these days. The heart is also empty.

previous obsession and pain seem to have been pressed to pause.

he doesn't want to see anyone or hear anything.

only when I can't stand the pain in my body, I wonder what it would be like if I had fallen to my death.

he knows very well that nothing will change.

the earth will turn just the same.

those who cry over his departure will gradually return to normal life.

in this world, no one can live without anyone.

but in the end, he still has something to worry about.

he can't die.

his hands clenched tightly to the armrest of the wheelchair, and his body was tight.

tears fall quickly from the corner of the eye.

living room on the second floor.

Mrs. Fu is sitting on the sofa with the doctor standing beside her.

"Old lady, Shi Ting's injury has led to a relapse of his depression."

Mrs. Fu sighed, "I feel it." He refused to speak, and he sealed himself off again. "el the pain of a knife.it was a ten-minute walk, but he got home in five minutes.when the bedroom light was on, he opened the door and saw her leaning against the head of the bed, looking through the...