fiery fall

Shen Ennan was actually very willing, but now she didn't want Fu Qianbei to see her ugly face like three centipedes crawling on it.

She looked away, trying to find an excuse to refuse his request to take a bath together.

Before she could speak, she tightened her wrists. When she realized what she was doing, she had already been picked up by Fu Qianbei and strode toward the bathroom.

Shen Ennan's heart beat rapidly and she said hoarsely: "Fu Qianbei..."

"kindness?"

Fu Qianbei placed her on the bathroom sink, their eyes were parallel and their eyes were facing each other.

"Mrs. Fu, it seems that we haven't had any physical contact for half a month."

"I..." Shen Ennan's face became hot, her blood flowed faster, and suddenly her lower abdomen felt hot. Her whole body tensed up, and her eyelashes trembled, "I'm here, aunt."

Fu Qianbei was stunned for a moment. He almost forgot about it.

But Fu Qianbei did not leave. Instead, he held Shen Ennan's hand and said, "Auntie is here, we can take a bath together."

"You go to the guest room to wash up. It's inconvenient."

Shen Ennan took out her little hand and pushed him, but the man held it harder.

"Ennan." Fu Qianbei looked at her seriously, "I know you care about the scars on your face. You are anxious and sensitive about your appearance. You are worried that others will comment on your appearance when they see the scars on your face."

"But I won't. I am your husband and the person who can be honest with you. I like you not only because of your appearance, but also because of your inner self and your soul. My love for you and It feels like there won’t be any reduction or deterioration because of the scars on your face.”

Shen Ennan looked at him blankly.

"Don't believe it?" Fu Qianbei held her hand and looked for evidence on his body, "Do you believe it now?"

"I, I'm really here, aunt..."

Fu Qianbei took a forbearing breath, hiding his debt in his dark eyes: "I know you are here, and I am not so uncontrollable. I just want to tell you that my feelings for you will never be affected by the scars on my face. Change, you know?”

Shen Ennan nodded with red eyes.

Fu Qianbei firmly promised: "Of course, I will also work hard to make money and find ways to help you restore your beauty."

Shen Ennan sniffed, and her voice was choked with grievance, "These days, especially on the set, everyone, whether they are actors or actresses, is very beautiful, but I can't control my random thoughts and feel that I am ugly. In the end, I’m going to lose you one day.”

Fu Qianbei kissed her forehead distressedly, "No."

Shen Ennan sniffed, nodded again, and suddenly reached out and hugged Fu Qianbei's neck tightly, "I know you love me, but I just can't control my thoughts. If my face never recovers, One day, you will also hate me..."

Fu Qianbei's dark eyes darkened, he gently comforted her back, and promised over and over again: "Ennan, I won't, I will love you forever."

"Maybe you are still hesitant now, but you can wait. When you are seventy or eighty years old, I still only love you, and you will believe me."

"Fu Qianbei, I love you so much."

Shen Ennan closed his eyes and felt Fu Qianbei's breath and body temperature.

This kind of comfort made Shen Ennan's nervous heart relax a lot.

After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes and considered whether to break the beauty of this moment and talk about his parents.

"Fu Qianbei, I have one more thing I want to talk to you about."

Shen Ennan still made up his mind. If he didn't talk openly, this thorn would always be stuck in the hearts of the two of them, and the longer it lasted, the deeper the injury would be.

Fu Qianbei smiled softly and gently wiped the moist corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Is it uncomfortable to wear the mask? Do you want to take it off?" Shen Ennan touched the mask, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head, "I won't take it off yet."

"Okay, Ennan's happiness is the most important thing."

A faint smile appeared on Shen Ennan's face, and she organized her words, "We have been getting the certificate for so long..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Qianbei's cell phone rang.

Fu Qianbei took out his phone and was about to hang up, but when he saw the note on the screen, he said apologetically to Shen Ennan: "I'm going to answer the phone first. Ennan, you take a shower first. After you take a shower, can we continue chatting? ?”

"Okay, I'll take a shower first." Shen Ennan nodded, but was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She didn't know how to mention his parents.

Fu Qianbei answered the phone and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door for Shen Ennan.

The soundproofing effect of the bathroom is good. Once the door is closed, the sound is blocked.

Shen Ennan jumped down from the sink, faced the mirror and took off his large mask.

Under the bright light, her palm-sized face had three deep and long scars, like centipedes or swollen sarcomas.

Her eyes darkened, she clenched her fists, silently thinking about Fu Qianbei's confession to her just now.

She took off her clothes and walked into the shower area.

Study downstairs.

Fu Qianbei turned on his computer and carefully recorded the matters raised by the wedding company.

"Mr. Fu, we have several different styles of fireworks. For example, the text "Marry me will appear" in the night sky? "Both are available. Do you want a normal one, or one customized with what kind of text?"

"Both. My wife likes to watch fireworks. Let's set off the ordinary fireworks first, and then when she is fascinated, put on the customized ones as a surprise."

Fu Qianbei curled his lips.

He already had that image in his mind.

In the night sky, Shen Ennan, he, and their mutual friends gathered together to watch the fireworks in the sky. Just when Shen Ennan looked like he was about to fall, the gorgeous fireworks showed a few big words in the night sky, "Shen Ennan, are you willing to marry?" me?"

At this time, holding roses and rings in his hands, he knelt on one knee behind her and shouted loudly: "Ennan, will you marry me?"

Thinking of this, Mr. Fu, who had always been calm, suddenly felt a little excited and wanted to propose now!

"Okay Mr. Fu, we will definitely prepare these. Finally, I would like to ask you, do we need our company to handle the layout of the proposal? Our company has a dedicated on-site designer who can create hundreds of romantic scenes."

Fu Qianbei said warmly: "No need, I will arrange the wedding venue myself."

The other end of the phone paused for a moment and said politely: "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. If you need anything, you can call at any time."

"Thank you."

Fu Qianbei hung up the phone.

Money can make all the difference. Nowadays, wedding companies on the market provide all-round services. As long as the money is in place, no matter what weird request is met, Fu Qiaobei doesn't want to take advantage of others.

When proposing to Shen Ennan, he had to do it himself.

Maybe his preparation and design are not as good as a professional wedding team, but this is everything he prepared with heart and love, and he feels it is more meaningful than spending money.

Upstairs, the bathroom door opens.

The fragrance of shower gel floated into the bedroom.