< br >Chapter 111 < br >"I don't think brother Ting was angry not to see her. I asked his bodyguard. The bodyguard said that his face had been scratched by a branch. He was very face-saving and the wound on his face was not good, so he probably didn't want to see anyone. " < br >"so it is!" Then I'll tell Ann now! Otherwise, she will certainly be out of her mind! " Li Xiaotian sent a message to Qin Anan what he Junzhi said. < br >Qin Anan replied to her smiling face. < br >Li Xiaotian continued to send her a message: Fu Shiting's birthday will be in half a month. Have you decided what gift to give him? < br >Qin Anan: no, I don't know what to send. < br >Li Xiaotian: it's so cold, please knit him a sweater! < br >Qin Anan: are you serious? Who wears the knitted sweater now? < br >Li Xiaotian: let you knit, you knit. Straight men like this. < br >Qin Anan: the problem is, I can't knit! < br >Li Xiaotian: people who sell wool will teach you! I really can't. You watch videos on the Internet. You are so clever, you must have learned it at once! < br >Qin Anan: why do you want me to knit a sweater? < br >Li Xiaotian: because men like this! He Junzhi said that he could not forget his first girlfriend because the girl knitted him a sweater and he kept it until now. My heart is sore, but I will never knit a sweater for him! < br >Qin Anan stood in the heavy snow, watching the message from her best friend and fell into a brief entanglement. < br >A car parked in front of her, honked her horn, and she regained consciousness. < br >she called the express train. < br >an hour later, she came home with a bag of wool. < br >Zhang Yun walked up to her, looked at the wool in the bag and wondered, "do you want to knit a scarf?" < br >Qin Anan blushed: "I want to knit a sweater." < br >Zhang Yun's eyes suddenly became more profound: "who are you knitting for?" It can't be knitted for me, can it? Is it for Fu Shih Ting Weaving? " < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >Qin Anan: "Mom, I'll knit it for you. But Fu Shiting's birthday is coming, so I'll knit one for him first. When I become more skilled, I will knit you a better one. " < br >Zhang Yun said with a smile, "I'm kidding you!" But it's not popular to knit sweaters for your sweetheart now, is it? It was very popular in our time. < br >Qin Anan: "Xiaotian said it is also popular now." < br >Zhang Yun: "Oh, it seems that fashion is a reincarnation!" Can you knit? It takes a lot of time to knit this. Can I help you? " < br >Qin Anan shook his head and said, "there is still half a month left!" I should be able to finish knitting. " < br >. < br >Fu Jia. < br >the balcony is closed on the second floor. < br >Fu Shiting sat in a wheelchair, looking out of the window at the heavy snow. < br >his mind has been empty these days. The heart is also empty. < br >previous obsession and pain seem to have been pressed to pause. < br >he doesn't want to see anyone or hear anything. < br >only when I can't stand the pain in my body, I wonder what it would be like if I had fallen to my death. < br >he knows very well that nothing will change. < br >the earth will turn just the same. < br >those who cry over his departure will gradually return to normal life. < br >in this world, no one can live without anyone. < br >but in the end, he still has something to worry about. < br >he can't die. < br >his hands clenched tightly to the armrest of the wheelchair, and his body was tight. < br >tears fall quickly from the corner of the eye. < br >living room on the second floor. < br >Mrs. Fu is sitting on the sofa with the doctor standing beside her. < br >"Old lady, Shi Ting's injury has led to a relapse of his depression." < br >Mrs. Fu sighed, "I feel it." He refused to speak, and he sealed himself off again. " < br >< br/ >< br >