While Shang Qian was having a meal, Su Nan sat aside and looked at the documents.

Although she was in the hospital, the company's affairs were gradually getting started. Su Jin saw that her condition had recovered and some things were handed over to her very freely, without even buffering time.

Unlike Shang Qian, even if he can eat and move, he would rather read books leisurely than worry about the company.

After the afternoon break.

Su Nan took Shang Qian to the back garden for a walk. He did some simple exercises to help recover, and it was only in the past few days that he had been discharged from the hospital.

The small garden behind the private hospital is neatly decorated, but it has a very modern feature, unique artistic sense and pleasing to the eye.

Shang Qian walked slowly without anyone helping him.

Su Nan sat on the swing beside him, looking up at him from time to time, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if even the air was sweet.

No one noticed that at the fence of the back door not far away, flowers were competing to lay. Outside the fence, there was a tall and straight man standing with a bone-shaped body, but the momentum around him was faintly shrouded in a strong chill.

He raised his eyelashes and looked straight at the scene inside. His eyes were dull and dull, as if he was hiding the coldest evil aura, which made people feel chilled at first sight.

Fu Yechuan didn't know how long he had been watching. He felt that his heart was bleeding. He was stabbed in with a sharp weapon, and it was stirred up. The blood flowed all over the ground, like a walking corpse.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his veins were bulging, and he was immersed in a cold and loneliness.

The cold wind blew on my body, and I didn't feel cold.

He looked into the distance, one walked and the other laughed, and the tacit understanding between the two seemed to be unable to fit in, and there were only two of them left in the world.

Fu Yechuan felt that he was wrong, and that he was extremely wrong.

This kind of mistake is a straight road that cannot be recovered.

And it seemed that from the moment he made a decision, he was sentenced to death when his rejoicing mentality had the upper hand.

He doesn't have to apologize because they don't need it at all.

If all he had done before was to save that failed marriage without giving up.

So now that he lost this woman with his own hands, and then he could only accommodate another man in his bright eyes.

It is clearly a world of its own.

But he had been abandoned long ago.

He clearly had the chance, he was the one who made the deal, he clearly gave him the opportunity, and he was the one who took the lead in getting the news.

But how could he lose it?

The person who is by her side now is Shang Qian.

Fu Yechuan's eyes were scarlet in his eyes, and he pinched his palms with both hands, feeling no sense of consciousness.

He lets the cold wind blow on himself like a knife.

He didn't understand. Even though the surroundings were so cold, why didn't the two people inside feel cold at all?

They smiled warmly and looked particularly beautiful... even more dazzling.

I don’t know when my heart hurts, and my eyes are dim and dull.

Suddenly.

Looking at Su Nan for some reason, Shang Qian stood in front of her. She smiled and jumped over, hugged his neck and gently kissed his cheek, and then quickly moved away.

Shang Qian smiled and held her hand tightly, and the two walked back side by side...

This scene fell into Fu Yechuan's eyes outside, deeply stinging every inch of his bones and blood.

He was like a drowning person sinking into the sea. While breathing, he choked on the sea water, but he didn't dare to breathe. He felt the vitality of life dissipate from his body bit by bit...

Wait until the two of them completely disappear.

He staggered and fell to the ground.

It was so embarrassing.
Chapter completed!