The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

The temperature of the air conditioner was low and the clothes dried quickly. An Chen did not sleep. She lay on the bed and found those few photos on her phone.

Looking at the people in the photos, the impressions that had become increasingly blurry in my memory gradually became clearer. This was the closest An Chen felt to his parents in so many years.

They are who they are in the photo, but do they still belong to themselves?

Will dad still be the dad who gives himself gifts, prepares surprises for himself, and treats himself as his little princess?

Will her mother still be the same mother who puts her to sleep, tells her stories, and teaches her to play the piano and draw?

All the things that seemed to be clear and clear simply cannot withstand careful study. Just taking a gentle step in, they are full of fog and the ground is messy.

"I miss you so much." An Chen looked at the photo and finally said what he wanted to say most in his heart. I really miss you so much.

Looking at the photo, it seems as if my parents are standing in front of me, "Mom and Dad, when I grow up, I have the ability to give you a good life and take good care of you. I have been very good and obedient in the past few years and have never been naughty. You Don’t abandon me.”

When she said the last sentence, An Chen's voice was choked with sobs. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then looked at the photo quietly.

The living room was not as noisy as usual, and there was no laughter as in the past. Everyone was silent.

Unexpectedly, the happiest days turned out to be the time in the hospital. Why should An Chen be given such a "big gift" at the end of the year.

It was completely dark outside, with only the lanterns in the garden giving off a faint light.

"I'll go up first, you can do whatever you want." Fu Yanxing couldn't bear it any longer. He wanted to go up and take a look at An Chen, even just for a quick glance.

After going upstairs, Fu Yanxing went straight to An Chen's room. When he arrived at the door, Fu Yanxing was about to knock on the door, but his hand stopped in mid-air. He was debating whether to knock on the door or not.

After struggling for a while, Fu Yanxing followed his inner thoughts and knocked on An Chen's door.

"Chen, are you asleep?" Fu Yanxing was waiting for a reply after asking.

A few minutes passed and no one answered in the room. Fu Yanxing thought An Chen had fallen asleep. When he was about to leave, the door opened.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" Fu Yanxing regretted asking this question and came out to open the door. He must not be asleep yet.

"What's wrong? Do you have anything to do with me?"

"I want to talk to you, can I come in?"

An Chen nodded, then turned his wheelchair and backed away, leaving room for Fu Yan to come in.

Fu Yanxing got An Chen's permission and closed the door after entering.

"Don't turn on the light." An Chen saw that Fu Yanxing's hand had touched the switch and quickly spoke to stop it.

Fu Yanxing took his hand down after hearing this. The curtains in the room were not closed and it was not dark.

"I want to go there." An Chen pointed to the bay window of the balcony.

"Okay." Fu Yanxing directly pushed An Chen over, and then hugged An Chen up. They were all covered with blankets and were not afraid of the cold.

Seeing Fu Yanxing standing there stupidly, An Chen smiled, with the corners of his mouth curling up in an unnoticeable arc.

"Don't you want to chat? Do you want to stand and chat?"

"Ah? Ah." Fu Yanxing also smiled, and then quickly sat across from An Chen. Of course, he couldn't miss such an honest opportunity.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" An Chen saw that Fu Yanxing remained silent.

Fu Yanxing didn't think about what to talk about. Chatting was just an excuse to come in. Now Fu Yanxing was already brainstorming.

All things are renewed, old illnesses are healed, and Chang'an is at peace.