< br >Chapter 116 < br >Fu Shiting looked at her clean little face and said in a dumb voice, "Thank you." < br >the sweater is more comfortable and warmer than expected. < br >Qin Anan didn't expect him to look good in it. < br >I don't know whether the sweater is better or he looks good. < br >she picked up the bag and took out a box from it. "this is a gift for you, too." I was worried that you didn't like this sweater, so I bought another small gift. " < br >Fu Shiting looked at the box in her hand. < br >"inside is a lighter." She explained abruptly, "I don't know what to get you, so I bought this." This is consumable. You should be able to use it. But you should smoke less. Smoking is bad for your health. " < br >and she handed the box into his hand. < br >he opened the box, took out his lighter, pressed it gently, and a string of flames rose. < br >"I'm not addicted to smoking," he said in a low, sexy voice. "only when you're upset." < br >Qin Anan picked up her willow eyebrows and was surprised: "but when I lived in your house, I watched you smoke almost every day." < br >Fu Shiting: "because you make me angry every day." < br >Qin Anan: ". < br >" go out and get some air. " He's a little hot. < br >there was heating in the room and there was a thin sweat on his forehead. < br >"Oh, I'll push you." She went to the back of the wheelchair. < br >"No, wheelchairs are electric." He said, pressing the button and the wheelchair drove out automatically. < br >Qin Anan overtook him: "but you were always pushed by your bodyguards." < br >Fu Shiting: "if you have a bodyguard, you don't have to worry about it yourself." < br >"I can help you push, too." < br >"No." < br >"but I want to push." She said, holding the handle of his wheelchair and pushing it outside, "how's your leg?" What did the doctor say? " < br >Fu Shiting: "left leg fracture, right leg contusion." < br >Qin Anan felt a pain in his heart: "is it very painful?" < br >Fu Shiting: "nothing." < br >Qin Anan pushed him out of the hotel and wrapped them both in the cold. < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >she pulled her wheelchair to the side of the road and put his trench coat over his leg. < br >"I sent you a message earlier, but why didn't you reply?" She plucked up courage and asked. < br >he didn't answer the message, which kept her awake for several nights. < br >the faces of the two are very close apart. < br >the breath of each other is intertwined. < br >he didn't want to tell her that after his injury, his depression relapsed and his condition became stable after taking antidepressants for a week. < br >when she was in stable condition, she learned from Shengbei that she was knitting day and night, so he didn't disturb her. < br >"forget it, there's nothing to answer. Because it was the first snow that day, I couldn't help sending you a message. " She stood up, went behind the wheelchair and pushed the wheelchair down the street. < br >"then why didn't you come to me?" He asked rhetorically. < br >"he Junzhi says you save face, but I'm afraid your face won't get better, so I don't want to see me." < br >"but you only sent me a message once." < br >"because you didn't reply to me the first time. I thought you didn't want to hear from me. " < br >"I think." His Adam's apple moved and his voice was dumb. < br >"Hmm?" Qin Anan was stunned and his heart beat faster. "Fu Shiting, you just now." < br >"there is a cake shop over there." Fu Shih pointed to a shop in front of him and changed the subject. "I want to eat cake." < br >Qin Anan's attention was successfully diverted: "Oh, let's go and buy a cake!" He paused and wondered, "Don't you have a sweet tooth?" < br >"you can eat less on birthdays." < br >"well, birthdays still have to be a little ceremonial." < br >the two went to the cake shop and the clerk asked them to choose the style. < br >Fu Shiting said to Qin Anan, "you choose." < br >Qin Anan: "how about a mousse cake?" The cream cake is too sweet. " < br >Fu Shiting said to the shop assistant, "Mousse cake." < br >shop assistant: "Yes, sir, what size do you want?" < br >Fu Shiting turned to look at Qin Anan: "how big is it?" < br >Qin Anan: "how many people are coming to dinner today?" < br >< br/ >< br >

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