The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

Fu Yanxing kept smiling, occasionally replying a few words, it felt so good, An Chen's voice rang in his ears, as if there was nothing to worry about.

He has always regarded An Chen as his younger brother, but Fu Yanxing himself is struggling now, does he only regard An Chen as his younger brother? If it's just the younger brother, aren't some of his reactions a bit strange?

Fu Yanxing didn't know when he had a different idea, but the moment An Chen touched his cheek when they went out to buy water together, Fu Yanxing felt that An Chen was indeed different.

Fu Yanxing was still unable to recognize his own feelings. His feelings for An Chen were too complicated for people to see clearly. The only thing that was certain was that Fu Yanxing liked An Chen.

Which kind do you like? Family? friendship? Or is it love?

Fu Yanxing was startled by his own thoughts, love? An Chen was also a boy, and he was just seventeen years old. Fu Yanxing shook his head to get this thought out of his mind.

How could it be love, he regarded An Chen as his younger brother, Fu Yanxing was crazily persuading himself.

Thinking of An Chen, seeing An Chen, Fu Yanxing would always feel very happy, feeling that even his heart beat faster than usual.

The little deer's bumping is a visit from the gods, and Fu Yanxing may not be able to understand it yet.

The phone has been hung up, but Fu Yanxing is still standing by the window, hoping that one day, he can stand side by side with An Chen.

An Chen turned off the lights and lay on the bed playing with his mobile phone. Lin Han's team won again, and there were still two rounds to go straight to the final.

Lin Han sent a message to himself, and then sent a screenshot, which was An Chen's promise that if they entered the international competition, he would watch it.

An Chen didn't know why Lin Han was so persistent, Lin Han didn't seem to have played against him yet.

Seventeen years old, the age of the blooming season, but An Chen didn't like it. She is still too young, and there are many things she can't do openly, and being young seems to be a limit, and she is always looked down upon by people's inherent cognition.

An Chen sighed, his knees were throbbing with pain, he knew that Ling Han should have asked for a painkiller.

An Chen is obsessed with the current life, she can cry out for pain, and laugh when she is happy, but she doesn't like to cry.

My previous life was also very good, but I needed my own strength too much. There are many people who obviously care about me, but I can't show weakness in the slightest.

It's better now, An Chen was thinking about whether to go to Ling Han's place to act like a coquettish, sell him badly, and bring back a painkiller.

Ling Han didn't like to give An Chen painkillers very much, and he forgot when it was, he might have suffered a serious injury, An Chen could only rely on painkillers to survive, and then he resisted and slowly quit.

Those few years were hard, but An Chen was very grateful for the existence of those days, otherwise there would be no An Chen now.

But that period of time has passed, and those difficult times have passed, and now there is no need to walk through the hail of bullets, and there is no need to stay in the woods without eating or drinking, and there is no need to endure shock due to injury.

An Chen lay on the bed and made a decision, to ask Ji Xuan to buy a wheelchair tomorrow, after all, walking really hurts.

For the second day's shooting, there is no need to do styling in advance, and a little bit has already been shot, so there is no need to rush, and An Chen can sleep a little longer.

When Ji Xuan came to wake him up, An Chen expressed his thoughts, and Ji Xuan acted vigorously, and bought a wheelchair before they left.

Ling Han and Ji Xuan had thought about this for a long time. They were afraid that An Chen would disagree, so they never put it into action. Now that An Chen brought it up by himself, they couldn't tell how happy they were.

Even if it is not wanted, what comes from fate will eventually come.