The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

After they went up, they first went to the apartment where the things were kept. Although it had not been cleaned for a long time, it was not dirty, and there was just a little dust.

An Chen looked around inside, then took some photos with his mobile phone, and marked some things that needed to be kept and those that he planned not to get rid of.

"Go upstairs." An Chen looked back at Fu Yanxing, and then walked out.

Fu Yanxing didn't say anything and just followed An Chen. Sometimes you don't need to say too much, just stay with her quietly and let her know that you are always there.

When they got upstairs, An Chen entered the password and froze outside the door when he was about to open it. He paused for a while before walking in.

This apartment has deep feelings for An Chen. It has nothing to do with the apartment itself, but the days and nights spent here and the memories here.

When he learned that the ownership of this apartment had been changed, An Chen was not as angry as he imagined. It was as if he had expected it. He was just a little regretful that so many good memories would be left here.

Nanshan is in the south, and Beiqiu is sad in the north. There are grain piles in Nanshan, and the wind is blowing in the south. Beihai is in the north, and there are tombstones in Beihai. Later, the wind from Nanshan scattered the grain piles, and the water from the North Sea submerged the tombstones.

But the good thing is, it's just a different place, but those people are still there.

An Chen still followed the same process as downstairs, taking photos and marking, but he did not leave immediately after the end, but stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

An Chen's face was reflected in the window, and it was surprisingly beautiful. An Chen's hair had not been cut yet and was tied long at the back.

You are full of stars and moon, and you have won my lifelong love.

Fu Yanxing was stunned for a moment. How could An Chen be a girl? What kind of look is this? It's impossible.

An Chen looked through the window and saw Fu Yanxing shaking his head behind him, and turned around to ask with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's nothing, I just feel that if our An Chen were a little girl, she would be very beautiful." Fu Yanxing said what he just thought without knowing why.

An Chen didn't know what Fu Yanxing was thinking. What he said was so scary. Why did he mention the little girl inexplicably? Did Fu Yanxing discover something?

"What? Isn't it good now?" An Chen suppressed the questions in his heart and asked calmly.

"Of course, very good, very good." You are a gift from God and my belated salvation.

"Fu Yanxing, you are very good, very good." An Chen looked at Fu Yanxing seriously and said this.

There is a kind of love that makes you feel your heart beat when she calls your name. She is the source and belonging of all your tenderness.

An Chen turned back and continued to look at the scenery outside the window and the busy traffic in the distance.

"When I wake up, everything is silent. Only you are a beautiful touch in the world. Others are trapped in the morning mist in the mountains, but I am trapped in you." An Chen saw a postcard by the window with words on it, so he read it directly come out.

The more Fu Yanxing listened, the more familiar he became. Didn't he write it himself? It should be placed in the room upstairs together with a notebook. Why was it dropped here?

"Fu Yanxing, this is your calligraphy." An Chen also recognized it.

"Really?" Fu Yanxing asked knowingly, and then walked over and pretended to take a look. At this time, Fu Yanxing hoped that An Chen's memory would not be so bad.

"Here's another postcard." An Chen glanced aside, then reached out and took out another postcard.

"You came by stepping on the light of the long stars, but I lost my mind the moment you arrived. From then on, mountains and rivers passed by, and the winter dawned, you had me."