Fu Yu 'an did not answer any of the reporters' questions. Instead, he slowly walked up to Fu Ting.
This gentle and calm man was so humble and uneasy when he faced Fu Ting.
He pursed his lips and said softly," Little Ting, this is the gift I've prepared for you for twenty years."
He did not even dare to look into Fu Ting's eyes. He lowered his head and said," I hope you like it.""
The surroundings were very quiet. Fu Yu 'an took the initiative to hold Fu Yu' an's hand. Her warm voice emitted the smell of a sunflower." I like it very much. Thank you, Uncle Yu 'an.""
Fu Yu 'an was stunned for a moment, then his fair face turned red.
Like a child who had picked up a candy on the road, he was at a loss for what to do. The corners of his lips could not help but curve into a smile.
Gentle and romantic.
The bullet screen was instantly filled with Wayne's death!
