Fu Tingyuan hugged her and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

His breath was blowing in her ear, making her feel a little itchy.

"Luo Nanchu, these three years...... I—" he paused slightly, his voice soft, "I'm tired. He hugged her waist, "So I want to take a break." ”

His voice was so low, so soft, like a feather fluttering down on the tip of her heart, a little numb and itchy, and then a slight sourness.

Luo Nanchu didn't speak, and he didn't urge him to go to the company, so he let him hold her and didn't speak.

When she woke up yesterday afternoon, she looked at Fu Tingyuan quietly on the bed alone for a long time.

He hugged her and fell asleep, like a long-lost child who had finally found his home, a little tired and a little dependent on her sleeping face.

Then she was reluctant to disturb him.

*

The raindrops outside the window were ticking non-stop.

She doesn't seem to have stopped since she came back.

She and Fu Tingyuan got tired of sitting on the sofa for a morning, and then went to the restaurant to eat together.

After eating, Fu Tingyuan hugged her and played a game on the sofa for an afternoon.

In the evening, the two watched a literary movie starring Luo Nanchu in the living room together.

When going upstairs to take a bath in the bathroom together, Luo Nanchu didn't hold back and teased Fu Tingyuan, and then was pressed against the wall and did a little miserable, crying and being taken out of the bathroom to wipe it clean, and stuffed her into the quilt with a bathrobe.

Luo Nanchu poked his head out of the quilt, and his eyes were shining as he looked at the man standing aside in pajamas.

"What's wrong?" Fu Tingyuan tilted his head and glanced at Luo Nanchu.

Her shiny eyes looked a little funny.

"I think you're more handsome than you were three years ago." It used to be a smiling tiger, but now it's as cool as an iceberg.

Fu Tingyuan buttoned up his pajamas, and said in a light tone: "Maybe in your eyes, I look good at all." ”

In the past three years, there have been a lot more people who are afraid of him, and there are many fewer people in the world who dare to look at him in the face. It's more of the competitors who put their heads down and hate him, gritting their teeth and looking up, but they can only laugh.

The Yan clan that was snatched from Yan Zong was taken care of by him very well, the rest of the party was eradicated one by one, and the group was replaced with new people, and three years was enough time for everyone to get used to the new leadership policy, in short, if Yan Zong died, he should also be smiling Jiuquan.

He succeeded in turning him into what he wanted to be, and he also put the company he wanted to give him into his hands, he was the most successful work of his life, and he had no reason to be upset.

He left him alone in the world for the rest of his life, following only the path he had prescribed.

He really succeeded.

Except for the little bit of error.

He probably didn't expect that he would imprison him and not let him see Fu Qingtian.

Sometimes he didn't expect that Yan Zong's organs were exhausted, and in the end, he still couldn't see through a single love word.

This man actually made the woman he loved the most a mistress for the rest of his life.

It's ridiculous.

"Nothing." Luo Nanchu said, "Are you questioning my aesthetic vision?" ”

Fu Tingyuan walked over and sat on the bed: "Your vision has always been very bad. ”

Otherwise, how could he fall in love with a useless person like him.

"Nothing." Luo Nanchu stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his neck, raised his head and kissed his face, "You have always been my best choice. ”