The night Qing Wu returned to the capital of Shu, she packed up and was ready to go out. No one had lived in the house for a month, so she had to buy some necessities. She took a mobile phone and keys and went out directly.

As she walked, she tallied up the things she wanted to buy in her mind so as not to miss them when she bought them later.

After leaving the gate of the community, she lowered her head and was distracted all the way. She walked gently past a person and saw that the person was wearing a pair of beautiful leather shoes. A familiar light and refreshing smell hit her nostrils. Qing Wu immediately

paused.

She was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help but turn around and look back.

Fusang stood behind her and looked at her, with red and swollen eyes and melancholy eyes.

Qing Wu's thoughts and grievances suddenly surged into his heart, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"Long time no see!" Qing Wu wiped away his tears and looked at Fusang and said softly.

"Qing Wu, are you okay?" Fusang hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"Okay, very good. Eat and sleep every day, and eat after sleeping!" Qing Wu forced a smile.

"I mean, you and Wang Jie." Fusang could hardly control his tears. He lowered his head slightly to prevent Qing Wu from seeing him. He was fighting in his heart, fighting to get Qing Wu back again.

"Wang Jie? I met him by chance once in my hometown during the Chinese New Year." Qing Wu didn't understand why Hao Duan Duan brought up Wang Jie. He had obviously not seen him for a long time, so he couldn't help but mention someone else.

"Meet by chance?" Fusang seemed to have captured some important information.

"Aren't you?" Fusang raised his head and looked at Qing Wu with tears in his eyes.

"What are we? Blind date?" Qing Wu giggled and suddenly seemed to understand something.

"My mother kicked me out of the house during the Chinese New Year," Qing Wu said, taking a step closer to Fusang, "because I didn't bring my boyfriend home."

Hearing Qing Wu's words, it was as if a spring breeze suddenly blew in Fusang's world. Warm tears immediately rolled out of his eyes.

The two looked at each other and remained silent.

"I'm sorry!" Fusang finally choked out a sentence after a long time, "I thought you two were together, so..."

"So what? Did the play disappear?" Qing Wu sniffed and continued: "You were the one who provoked me first, you were the one who kissed me in the underground parking lot, and you were the one who kissed me in your home!"

The more Qing Wu spoke, the more aggrieved he became, and he could no longer hold back his tears. "What do you think of me? Is it your pet? I will come when you call me, and go away when you wave me away?"

"No, Qing Wu, that's not the case." Fusang stepped forward and hugged Qing Wu's shoulders.

Qing Wu pushed him away hard: "If you showed up today to ask for my forgiveness, then I forgive you." Qing Wu fiercely wiped away the tears that were flowing down his chin.

Fusang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Qing Wu was planning to accept him again.

Unexpectedly, Qing Wu continued: "I just forgive you, goodbye!"

After Qing Wu finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"No, Qing Wu!" Fusang took Qing Wu's hand, "No, that's not the case!" His eyes were full of pleading and grievance.

"What is that?" Qing Wu turned around and looked at him, "Is it possible that you still expect something?"

Qing Wu wanted to pry Fusang's hand away, but Fusang just held on tightly.

"I saw you talking and laughing with him in the coffee shop that day. I thought you chose to be with him and would never care about me again." Fusang pulled Qingwu into his arms, wanting to hold her

Rub the whole person into the body.

Hearing Fusang's words, Qingwu did not resist and allowed her to hold him. That period was the darkest time in Fusang's life.

During that time, he must have been suspicious, sensitive, and prone to random thoughts. She couldn't blame him for this. He felt aggrieved because she didn't care about his emotions in time and blamed him instead.

"I already know about your mother. He told me that day." Qing Wu thought about it and still felt that he should talk about it. Although it was over, he would not be so regretful if he explained it clearly.

.

"You?" Fusang let go of Qingwu and looked at her, not knowing what to say.

"Wang Jie told me everything. I am the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper, quarreled with you, blamed you, and hurt you when you were at your most vulnerable, sad and helpless. Fusang, I'm sorry.

." Qing Wu couldn't help but reached out and gently wiped away Fusang's tears.

"So, I misunderstood, right? You've never been with him, right?" Fusang held Qing Wu's hands, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"What are you talking about? I always thought that we were together before, so I misunderstood, right?" Qing Wu felt like an idiot.

"No, Qingwu, I," Fusang was worried and spoke incoherently, "I misunderstood that you were going to the coffee shop. In the evening, I went home and had a fight with him. I was afraid that you would feel bad if you knew about it.

he…"

"Is this the reason why you lost contact for the second time? Haha!" Qing Wu seemed to have heard a big joke, "Fuso, there must be something wrong with your brain circuit! Forget it, it's over."

Qing Wu let go of Fusang's hand and continued: "Now that we have reached this point, let's just say goodbye!"

Qing Wu turned around to leave again.

"No!" Fusang grabbed Qing Wu, his tone seemed to be coquettish. Qing Wu thought he was hearing something and looked back at him.

"What do you mean?" Fusang's face really changed. He was as tender as before, but a little aggrieved.

"I regret it. I really thought you chose him before. I wanted you to be happy, so I didn't dare to disturb you again." Fusang's mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Then what?" Qing Wu became more and more confused.

"I regret convincing myself to give you up to him. I will never do it again. No matter who you choose, I will never do it again." Fusang held Qingwu's hand tightly, fearing that she would run away if he let go.

"Fusang, didn't you hear clearly what I said earlier?" Qing Wu wondered if Fusang might have suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder.

"I already know that you went to my house to look for me. You looking for me proves that you have me in your heart. So this time, I won't let you go no matter what. Even if you already have someone else in your heart, I won't let you go."

I want to snatch you back." The knot in his heart opened, and Fusang immediately seemed like a different person.

Qing Wu really couldn't figure out what Fusang was singing, so he threw Fusang away and went to the mall.

Fusang followed her silently, she walked, he walked, she stopped, he stopped, it was like going back to the time when Fusang lost his mother.

Qing Wu glared, remained speechless, and continued to go about his business, with Fusang following him.

Early the next morning, as soon as Qing Wu got up and packed up, he received a call from the courier boy.

A large bouquet of roses and a fragrant breakfast, Qing Wu knew it was Fusang's handiwork without even thinking about it.

Qing Wu did not refuse, nor did he go to thank him. He accepted the flower, placed it on the balcony, sprinkled some water on it to bask in the sun.

But Bobo was very unhappy. He took off on the spot and was about to trample the flowers. Qingwu quickly caught him with quick eyes and hands, and said fiercely: "What are you doing? This flower is mine, I have to keep it and bring it back."

You are fumigating the house, so you are not allowed to move. Do you hear me? If you dare to cause damage, I will kick you out."

After thinking about it, Bobo realized that it was not the bouquet of flowers that was wrong, but the person who sent them.

When he has the opportunity to meet him, he will definitely teach that person a lesson. If he dares to covet his wife, he is afraid that his life will be too long.

Qing Wu left Bobo behind and saw that he was no longer causing damage, so he opened the food box and ate deliciously. Halfway through, he found a message from Fusang saying that he picked and packaged the flowers himself and made breakfast himself.

"Hiccup~" Qingwu burped. After eating and drinking, he couldn't help but sigh that Fusang's craftsmanship was really good. He was a standard good man from the capital of Shu: he could go to the hall and the kitchen, he could go to the battlefield when he went out, and he could be a husband when he came home.

From that day on, Fuso completely changed back to what it was before, with a bouquet of flowers delivered to her door every day, breakfast on weekends, and various gifts and desserts during the week. The sugar-coated bombs never stopped.

Qingwu was not angry and accepted them all. She had no other intention. She just wanted to see how long Fusang could last before she disappeared again.

Qing Wu took all the flowers home and placed them neatly on the bay window of the bedroom. She thought that when that day came, she would definitely find Fusang and throw all the flowers in his face so that he would never see him again.

Dare to come to her, lest you fall into his trap again and get hurt again.

It's a pity that Qing Wu underestimated Fu Sang's feelings for her. After Fu Sang knew that Qing Wu had no relationship with Wang Jie, he completely launched a crazy attack.

This time, the King of Heaven is here, and the Qing Wu must be his. No one can do anything about it. If anyone dares to steal his Qing Wu, people will kill people, and gods will kill gods.


Chapter completed!