C2 You Are Very Hungry and Thirsty

Hearing this, Ann Yan's small body began to tremble violently as her eyes began to emit an endless amount of anger and despair. She suddenly turned around and shouted with a hoarse voice: "Fu Cizer, why are you forcing me like this?"

Fu Cizer's face was filled with malice and the coldness in his eyes became even stronger. However, he smiled: "Why? Do you still need me to remind you? "

Ann Yan shook her head with despair and fear in her eyes as she staggered back a few steps.

She steadied her body, and a bitter smile appeared on her face, "Alright, I will fulfill our agreement."

After saying that, she carried her father on her back and left with difficulty.

Her petite body was bent because of the weight of her father on her back. With every step she took, drops of blood fell to the ground.

The blood was like her shattered heart, shocking to behold.

At the corner of the building, a figure appeared, his eyes filled with malice and ruthlessness.

Ann Yan carried her father to the crematorium and cremated it. With tears in her eyes, she looked down at the porcelain bottle in her hand.

Half an hour later, she opened the hospital door and looked at her unconscious mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry! I did not take good care of Dad! "

After saying that, she laid on the back of her mother's hand and burst into tears. Her tears were like pearls without money, desperately falling onto the bed sheets, soaking them.

Perhaps it was because she was too tired from crying, or perhaps it was because she was too tired. She fell asleep, and time silently slipped away. Night gradually descended!

Fu Cizer, who had already returned to Fu Garden, crossed his legs and rested them on the tea table. He put one hand on the sofa and swirled his wine cup with the other.

He raised his head slightly, and the red wine in his cup instantly reached the bottom.

"Teacher, Miss Gu wants to see you!"

The butler walked over and stood respectfully by the side.

Fu Cizer opened his eyelids lazily, his beautiful lips slightly curled up: "I won't see you!"

The butler nodded and was about to leave when Fu Cizer stopped him.

"Where's Ann Yan? Still not here? "

"No!"

Hearing the butler's answer, Fu Cizer waved his hand and told him to leave.

Ann Yan, who had fallen asleep, didn't wake up completely until the nurse came to check her room.

She opened her hazy eyes and fished out her phone sleepily. Her gaze fell on the four digits. She quickly stood up and whispered, "It's seven o'clock …" "Fu Cizer …"

She hurriedly told the nurse, "Nurse, please take care of my mother tonight. I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first!"

Then, without waiting for the nurse to say anything, she took her bag and ran out.

An hour later, she nervously stood at the entrance of Fu Garden. Her gaze landed on the bedroom on the second floor that still had lights on. The corner of her mouth curled up into a self-deprecating smile. "Ann Yan, everything that has happened now is the price you have to pay."

Yes, she was wrong, she was guilty. She owed Fu Cizer too much, too much.

Until her father's death, she didn't seem to owe him anything. But why, she felt that there was something suppressing her, making it hard for her to breathe.

The heavy door slowly opened. The butler stood by her side and said, "Miss An, our husband has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Suddenly, Ann Yan's thoughts were pulled back by the butler's voice.

She lowered her hand and clenched it tightly.

The original five-minute journey had taken her twenty minutes.

In the bedroom, Fu Cizer's bathrobe was slightly open, exposing his bronze skin color. Ann Yan stood on the spot, at a loss of what to do.

She looked at his chest in disappointment, and unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

Fu Cizer, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and pulled Ann Yan into his arms.

His deep, magnetic voice rang in her ear. "Looks like you're hungry?"