While Shang Qian was having dinner, Su Nan sat aside and read the documents.

Although she was in the hospital, she began to work in the company. Su Jin saw that her state had also recovered, and some things were handed over to her freely, even without buffer time.

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

Rest in the afternoon.

Su Nan took Shang Qian for a walk in the back garden. He did some simple exercises to help him recover. It's just a few days since he left the hospital.

The small garden at the back of the private hospital has been trimmed neatly, but it has very modern characteristics, unique artistic sense and pleasing to the eye.

Shang Qian walked slowly without help.

Su Nan sat on the swing and looked up at him from time to time. They looked at each other and smiled, as if the air was sweet.

No one noticed that flowers competed with each other at the fence of the back door not far away. Outside the fence, there stood a tall and upright man, who was in great shape and standing tall, but his momentum was faintly shrouded in a strong chill.

He raised his eyelashes and looked straight at the scene inside. His eyes were dark and dark, as if they were hiding the coldest evil spirit, which made people shudder at the sight.

Fuyechuan did not know how long he had watched it. He felt that his heart was dripping blood. He was stabbed in with a sharp weapon and stirred. He was bleeding all over the ground like a walking corpse.

His fists were tightly clenched and his veins were raised. The whole person was immersed in a kind of cold loneliness.

The chilly wind blows on me, and I don't feel cold.

He looked at the distance with his eyes, watching one go and one laugh. The tacit understanding between the two people seemed as if no one could melt in. They were the only two people left in the world.

Fuyechuan thought he was wrong, which was extremely wrong.

This kind of mistake is an irretrievable straight line.

And it seems that he was sentenced to death at the moment when he made the decision, when he was lucky that his mind 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 redeem the failed marriage without giving up.

Now that he has lost the woman himself, he can only accommodate another man in his bright eyes.

That is clearly their own world.

But he had long been abandoned.

He clearly has a chance. He is the one who makes the deal. He is the one who gives the opportunity to Xing Zhi. He is also the one who gets the news first.

But how could he have lost it?

The person who is with her now is Shang Qian.

Fuyechuan's eyes were scarlet. He pinched his palms with both hands and felt no sensation.

He let the cold wind blow on him like a knife.

He didn't understand that it was so cold around. How could the two people inside not feel cold?

They smiled warm and genial. They looked especially beautiful... Even more dazzling.

I don't know when it hurts. My eyes are dark.

Suddenly.

Looking at Su Nan, who didn't know what to say, Shang Qian stood in front of her. She jumped over with a smile, put her arm around his neck, gently kissed him on the cheek, and quickly moved away.

Shang Qian clenched her hand with a smile, and the two walked back side by side

This scene, in the eyes of fuyechuan outside, deeply hurt every inch of his blood.

He was like a drowning man sinking in the sea. He choked the sea while breathing, but he didn't dare to breathe. He felt the vitality of life scattered from his body bit by bit

Wait until two people completely disappear in front of you.

He reeled violently and fell to the ground.

In a terrible mess.

He is no longer a lofty fuyechuan, but an abandoned garbage.