Fire After Rebirth - Chap 230
　And the fan who recognized him is still a male fan, tall and thin, with delicate features.
　　”Yan Yan, are you Yan Yan?!” The male fan ran to An Qingyan’s side excitedly, but he didn’t say anything, he just asked in a trembling voice, his eyes were shining brightly.
　　The two assistants on the left and right looked at him vigilantly, for fear that he would suddenly yell and attract everyone around him.
　　An Qingyan just put his index finger to his lips through the mask, and made a silent gesture, which was equivalent to acquiescing.
　　The male fan was even more excited. He looked left and right and no one was paying attention, so he stepped forward and asked cautiously if he could sign his autograph.
　　An Qingyan readily agreed, took the notebook and signature pen handed over by the other party, and thoughtfully asked the male fan’s name, and gave him a to sign.
　　When the male fan took it, his hands were trembling, and his eyes were almost red, “Yan Yan, you must be happy.”
　　An Qingyan felt a little warm in his heart, he smiled and nodded, “Yes, I will.”
　　The male fan was even more excited, and accidentally said what was in his heart: “Thank you wife! I love you!!”
　　An Qingyan: “…”
　　The two assistants next to him couldn’t help laughing.
　　After that, everything went smoothly and was not recognized by others.
　　An Qingyan made a temporary decision to come back, and he didn’t tell anyone. He took his assistant off for a few days and didn’t go home directly. Instead, he went to Gu’s Group by car alone.
　　It was exactly nine o’clock in the evening, and most of the employees had left work. The lights in the president’s office were still on. A stern-looking man was sitting at his desk processing documents. He was wearing expensive shirts and trousers, rigorous and meticulous.
　　Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
　　Gu Fei didn’t raise his head, his voice was cold: “Come in.”
　　An Qingyan opened the door carefully, and didn’t come in directly, but poked his head in, looked silently at the man who was focusing on his work with lowered eyes, and blinked.
　　Gu Fei didn’t hear anything, so he raised his head and looked opposite, and saw that familiar face, the sneaky look was very cute, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately got up to meet him.
　　”When did you come back?”
　　”Just came back.” An Qingyan also walked in, and threw herself into the man’s arms when he opened his arms, hugging his waist tightly, rubbing his shoulders and neck affectionately, smelling the exclusive breath on his body.
　　The tiredness from a busy day seemed to have eased a bit. The man’s brows were still stern, but there was a touch of tenderness. He touched the head of the man in his arms affectionately, smiled lowly, his chest trembled, and said:
　　”Are you in a hurry to see me right after you came back?”
　　Chapter 152 A Crying Child Has Candy
　　Gu Fei felt that there was something wrong with the child’s current mood, so he hugged him tightly like this and didn’t let go, his little face was buried in his shoulder and neck, and he could only see the slightly red ears of the other party.
　　He didn’t speak, but just hugged An Qingyan silently, and gently stroked the young man’s back with his palm soothingly, the emotion in his eyes was as gentle as the moonlight outside the French window.
　　An Qingyan didn’t know what to say, but only hugging the man tightly, she felt a little more at ease in her heart, like a boat wandering in the deep sea and finally returning to the harbor.
　　He felt sad and distressed, but he couldn’t explain to Gu Fei that what he felt distressed about was Gu Fei in his previous life. After his death, what was the man’s mood like?
　　Did Gu Fei love him back then?
　　An Qingyan didn’t know, but the man’s meticulous care of him when he was sick already explained everything.
　　He understood Gu Fei’s temperament, he was not a bad person who would help others casually.
　　If Gu Fei in his previous life loved him, then he would only feel more distressed and sad. Think about it differently, what would happen to him if Gu Fei suddenly passed away unexpectedly?
　　As soon as An Qingyan thought of this, his heart felt as if his heart was being wrapped in a gauze that was constantly shrinking. Every inch of contraction, his heart felt so stuffy that he was about to bleed.
　　Gu Fei saw the thin shoulders of the young man in his arms trembling slightly, the shirt fabric on the shoulders seemed to be wetted by the warm liquid, and the skin felt cool.
　　He put his hands on the slightly trembling shoulders, opened a little distance, and saw An Qingyan’s drooping head, and the silent tears streaming down his cheeks.
　　Drop by drop of tears dripped down the line of the chin, reflecting the fleeting light under the light.
　　The young man bit his lower lip tightly, not letting himself cry out, as if he was restraining his emotions, his slender eyelashes were wetted into clusters by tears, trembling like a butterfly lost in the storm.
　　Looking at the sad and pitiful man who was crying, Gu Fei felt uncomfortable. He put his hand on the boy’s tear-soaked cheek, and gently wiped away the tears with his fingertips.
　　”What’s the matter?” He bent down and looked at An Qingyan at the same level, his eyes were full of undisguised tension and concern, his gentle voice was even a little cautious, saying who bullied Yan Yan? Fei Ge helps you teach him a lesson.
　　An Qingyan didn’t speak, but just shook her head.
　　He reached out and hugged the man’s waist again.
　　Gu Fei took advantage of the situation to support An Qingyan’s buttocks, picked him up like a child, walked to the sofa and sat down, and An Qingyan also sat on his lap facing each other.
　　”Cry for a while and stop crying.”
　　”Hmm…” An Qingyan hugged the man’s neck with both hands, still buried in his shoulders, weeping silently, almost soaking the fabric of the shirt, and then gradually calmed down.
　　An Qingyan swears that he is really not a person who loves to cry. He often cried when he was ignorant when he was a child. When he grows up, he realizes that crying is the most useless thing. No one loves you, and it can’t solve the problem.
　　Ever since he met Gu Fei, he cried more often, because he would be cared about and loved.
　　”Do not cry?”
　　”Um……”
　　Gu Fei lifted An Qingyan’s chin, kissed the corners of his reddened eyes, then took out a tissue to wipe away the wet tears on his face, chuckled lightly, and said, “Crying like a bunny.”
