These days, he has been hiding, watching her secretly, not daring to approach her, for fear that if he approaches her, it will be like last time, and she will resist and have to sever ties with him again.

His pride does not allow him to be a licking dog.

He couldn't do it, but since he couldn't see Su Qiao, it was really hard for him day and night, and his heart felt like it was being roasted on a fire.

So he did something super stupid and got a food truck, and he felt stupid when he came.

But when he saw Su Qiao, he felt it was worth it.

Su Qiao couldn't get used to the food here and lost weight. I was already thin, but now I'm even thinner.

Her eyes would light up only when she was eating the food he cooked, and then she would fall into deep thought again.

She must be thinking about him, good or bad, as long as she misses him, he feels full in his heart.

He still didn't dare to get close, so he followed her secretly and looked at her.

For the first time, he felt what Su Qiao felt, the feeling of only daring to peek in the dark.

Humble, shallow, not worth mentioning.

He even felt a little distressed in his heart, not for himself, but for Su Qiao.

Last night, when he saw the old man about to beat Su Qiao, Fu Yanxiu's head almost exploded when he saw the half-eaten man on the ground.

He didn't care, he didn't care whether Su Qiao hated him or not, he just wanted to hold her and rub her into his body.

Su Qiao responded to him and said she wanted him to take her away. She also held on to the corner of his clothes to prevent him from leaving.

He was thinking that maybe he and Su Qiao hadn't reached the end yet, and there was always a chance. Even if it was just a little, he didn't want to give up.

He held Su Qiao's face and asked her if she was thinking about him. In the past, he was very sure, but now, there was a bit of expectation and uncertainty.

Su Qiao's bright eyes flashed slightly. How could she not know how much of a concession it was for the dignified Fu Yanxiu to reach this point? It would be a lie to say that he was not moved.

Her heart is not made of stone, it is always moved.

What's more, he is still the person he has loved for so many years.

"Yeah." Su Qiao responded softly.

Fu Yanxiu originally thought that she would push him away again, but he didn't expect to get a positive answer.

Su Qiao saw surprise, joy, and caution in his eyes.

"Buckwheat, I want to kiss you." Fu Yanxiu's voice became hoarse, with restraint and testing.

He held her in his arms like that last night and she was so good. He wanted to kiss her but didn't dare because he didn't know if she would be unhappy.

Fu Yanxiu was shocked at the time. One day he would care about other people's feelings. He always only gave what he wanted, regardless of whether others wanted it or not.

Su Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly and she didn't answer.

Fu Yanxiu's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He was patient this time, but he didn't completely let go of Su Qiao.

These days were too hard, and he needed a little comfort, but he didn't dare to ask for more.

He gently kissed Su Qiao's forehead, so softly that Su Qiao was not sure whether the kiss was real.

He left at the first touch, "Let's eat noodles. It won't taste good if it's cold."

The warmth on his face left instantly, and Fu Yanxiu let go of her face.

Su Qiao was slightly startled. When she realized that she was actually looking forward to his kiss, her cheeks turned redder. She quickly lowered her head to eat noodles to cover up her embarrassment.

The way Fu Yanxiu held it up with one hand and tilted his head to look at her was really cute.

His eyes fell on her lips, which were pink and the little one moved gently there while eating noodles.

His soul was about to be drawn out.

But he is not in a hurry, he can take his time.

Fu Yanxiu wanted to handle the matter by himself, but in the end he gave Zhao face.

Who should come forward in this matter?

This incident has been rumored in the village for a long time, but no one has any evidence.

Zhaodi's grandmother is selling Zhaodi's mother.

And no one cares about orphans and widows.

The fool had no capacity to act, but his father did, and he was taken away. Fu Yanxiu meant that he should be sent in if he should be sent in, and he should be sentenced if he should be sentenced.

There is also that old lady who can't rely on her old age to act like an adult and commit crimes. As I'm older, I don't have to take responsibility.

When she was being taken away, the old lady was making a fuss, in such a manner that even the two gay men could not catch her.

But when Su Qiao went to her house to see a doctor before, she was still very sick and pitiful, as if she couldn't get out of bed. She even asked her young granddaughter and her sick daughter-in-law to work in the fields.

She cried and spat at Su Qian, "You broom star, bitch, you don't care about the life or death of our old man just because you have a man! Go to hell! You have no skin in giving birth to a child! You are tired of being played by others. No one wants it! It’s something my mother gave birth to but my mother didn’t raise it!”

Every curse was thrown at Su Qiao. Her face darkened, and she had the urge to step forward, and even wanted to slap her.

As soon as she took a step, her wrist was pulled, and then the tall figure of the man blocked her.

She raised her eyelids and looked at Fu Yanxiu's profile.

His profile is three-dimensional, his jawline is particularly good, and even his ears are particularly beautiful.

But now, even his hair was filled with anger.

"You do such dirty things, don't you just want to have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life?" Fu Yanxiu's voice was cold, "Then just go in and work on the sewing machine. You will have enough clothes to wear, and you will have enough food. Even if you die, there will be someone to help you. You collect the body."

Old and selfish people are most afraid to talk about life and death, but Fu Yanxiu didn't use any dirty words in his words, and every word hit the other person's heart.

The old lady was so angry that she couldn't breathe. She didn't refute at all. Her grinning face was very hateful, but also very satisfying.

The farce didn't last long.

Everyone came to watch the fun and then dispersed.

Su Qiao stood there with a dark face, staring at Fu Yanxiu, "Why are you holding me?" She also wanted to go up and vent her anger.

For myself, and also for Zhaodi and her mother.

Fu Yanxiu raised his hand and touched the top of her head, as if he was stroking her hair, "My dear, you are a doctor, scolding her will dirty your mouth."

Su Qiao was stunned. She came here to practice medicine and do charity. If she really beat the old lady and was caught, she didn't know what people would say.

She was impulsive, but someone was scolding her mother, so she had to act impulsively.

Su Qiao was unhappy and pouted slightly, feeling a surge of anger.

The work here was almost finished, and the staff began to pack up. Someone was carrying something over, and Su Qiao was blocking the way, so Fu Yanxiu pulled her.

Pulling her close to himself, the man's breath instantly enveloped Su Qiao.

The man leaned close to her ear and said, "If you have nowhere to vent your anger, vent it on me."

There was a smile in his voice, and he certainly didn't mean to ask Su Qiao to hit him.

Why should I vent my anger? Of course I would go to bed.

After being teased by him, Su Qiao's anger disappeared instantly, and the fire turned into heat, ironing her cheeks.

"Doctor Su?" Zhaodi came over and pulled her mother.

Her mother lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake. She glanced at Su Qiao and then quickly lowered her head again.