Husband, don't play by the rules

After Song Yihe sent Gu Xiaoxi home in the morning, he made a phone call, but his heart still couldn't settle down. That slender but plump woman filled his mind.

He sat on his executive chair, turned around a few times, turned on the computer, and looked at the photos of him wearing the ring on the Internet, the camera zoomed in very close, ignoring their clothes, and only looked at him clearly Affectionate hand holds ring finger of bowed shy woman.

There was a burst of irritability in his heart. He had never seen a woman so manicly after reading countless beauties. He even wondered how he became so passionate.

He closed the page, picked up a copy of a sports project's preparations for bidding in his hand, read it for a long time, and finally put it down uncontrollably, rubbing his fingers between his brows, and took out his phone.

Gu Xiaoxi is walking on the street, she is not even willing to spend the taxi money, she has been working non-stop for the past two days, but the Gu family is not incompetent, but deliberately squeezed less and less money from her body .

She felt dizzy, and the heavy physical and mental pressure made her feel a little unbearable. She even forgot the pain of divorce, and replaced it with even greater pain.

Thinking about it, the life of the Feng family who has been wronged for three years is more peaceful!

Just when she felt that she had nowhere to go, the mobile phone rang, and a gentle male voice asked her to go back and cook for him, and she said with weak joy, "Okay."

Her head didn't lighten, but became heavier and heavier, and she didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't remember whether the door was closed or not, and she fell down. At that time, she felt that the floor covered with white carpet was really kind.

Song Yihe dropped the work in hand, and rushed home with a heart longing to see her.

The key of "Ka" was turned, and when he pushed the door, his heart suddenly stopped, his breath was suffocated for a few seconds, and then he brittle on one knee, and gently hugged Gu Xiaoxi on the ground with his pale hands.

He called softly: "Baby, wake up! What's wrong with you?"

His voice was hoarse.

He took out his mobile phone, dialed the number with trembling hands and said, "Doctor Li? Come to me quickly. It's an emergency.

Song Yihe wiped the sweat from his forehead, a strand of hair was covered with dampness, his fair and handsome face showed a serious and quiet beauty after the tension.

After the doctor left, Song Yihe lay quietly on the side of the bed, watching the liquid slowly drip into the back of Gu Xiaoxi's thin white hand.

With her high fever still lingering, she opened her eyes abruptly. Those round, beautiful pupils like black grapes turned around a few times without focus, and then stretched out a hand to gently touch the pine nut with a relaxed expression. Crane's cheek finally fell down feebly.

Her eyes were half closed, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly feathers, flickering like fog.

She said dreamy words lightly on her lips: "Yihe, I know that you will not marry me, and the Song family will not want me, but I like you. You are the best memory of my life. Sad, whether I want to or not... I will fight hard, but I may die in the hard work. In the future, you will contact me often. When you can’t contact me, I will disappear from this world, whether I am in heaven or In hell, when you're happy, I'll smile."

After she finished speaking, she fell asleep again.

Song Yihe felt a little strange, how could he say these far-fetched words?
He touched her head, it was very hot, why wouldn't the fever go away?
"Xiaoxi, wake up, don't sleep."

She woke up, rolled her eyes a few times, and then weakly put her index finger on her mouth and let out a soft "shh", and the voice from her mouth made Song Yihe put her ears close to her mouth.

A gust of pandan hot air sprayed into his ears, making it itchy.

She exhausted all her strength and said to him: "The Gu family wants to sell me again, you know? The Su family is going to sell me far away. They are very rich, and their son has an infectious disease. They are very happy to give me to you. You Never mind, really. I'll pay you back then."

Song Yihe was taken aback when he heard it, he suspected that she was talking in sleep, he must be confused!
He was really anxious and hurt in his heart. He felt his lips were uncomfortable, and when he touched them with his hands, a big blister formed.

After dialing the phone, Dr. Li, who was on call 24 hours a day, arrived immediately. After seeing it, he said, "Go to the hospital!"

For three days, Gu Xiaoxi's persistent high fever made the doctors of Tongkang Hospital so nervous that they didn't dare to go home every night. From the director to the nurses, they stayed at the hospital around the clock.

The president's black face is much darker than the smog in the sky, who would dare touch a nail!
It was the third consultation, and the president personally participated in it. In the non-smoking conference room, Song Yihe made an exception for the first time and smoked. He didn't say a word, but just smoked quietly and expressionlessly.

The dean was so nervous that he was almost speechless.

He analyzed the results of Gu Xiaoxi's examination, but in the end he couldn't find any reason, so he scratched his head in pain.

One person cleared his throat and boldly said: "One problem I thought of was that the patient must have been under special psychological pressure.

Song Yihe's eyes drooped, he smoked a cigarette, pressed his fingers on his forehead, and nodded slightly.

He got up and left, with a gloomy expression on his face, which made the doctors' nervous spines sweat.

As soon as he entered the intensive care unit, Gu Xiaoxi opened his eyes and looked at Song Yihe who came back, with a slight smile on his face, looked at him with bloodshot eyes and said: "You are back, let's eat, I will be back in two days If you leave, you won’t be able to eat the food I cooked.”

Song Yihe's heart softened, a kind of anger, his starry eyes were cold, his bushy eyebrows furrowed, he held her hand and said softly and forcefully, "You can't go anywhere, you can only follow me, don't talk nonsense. "

Gu Xiaoxi blinked slightly, then became confused again.

"Following you, she will suffer."

A cold and deep voice came from the door, and a tall and straight figure entered in a flash, and put a basket of high-end imported fruits on the indoor table.

Song Yihe turned his head to look, his face immediately pulled down, he straightened his body, put his hands in his pockets, his eyes were cold and sharp, he squinted at the person coming, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said in a low, forceful yet mocking tone: " How dare you show your face here, you are really thick-skinned, what is your intention, please go away as soon as possible, you are not welcome here at all."

Feng Zeyu sat opposite, ignored Song Yihe's words, but asked lightly: "Why is she so seriously ill?"

Song Yihe looked up with starry eyes, disdain to answer her question, and said impatiently: "Do you want me to see you off?"

Feng Zeyu still didn't respond, but sat there looking straight at Gu Xiaoxi, and seemed to let out a sigh: "You are so stubborn, you are just disobedient."

Song Yihe lifted the phone and looked out of the window expressionlessly, with an incomparable sarcasm on his handsome face: "Call Jiang Zhilan!"

This sentence surprised Feng Zeyu the most, he stood up, and said with a sullen face: "Slow down, I'll go, he is my sweetheart, it is an indisputable fact, I hope your Song family will not treat him badly."

With a look of disdain on Song Yihe's face, he pulled the door open, pointed out his hand, full of rage, his eyes shone with a fierce cold light, and he had the aura of fighting if he didn't leave.

Feng Zeyu's cell phone rang, his gentle and magnetic voice couldn't conceal the sadness in his heart, he said softly and slightly hoarsely: "Honey, I'll go back at night, I'm very busy today, you should also pay attention to your body, don't get tired. "

"Pretend to be garlic!"

Song Yihe cursed fiercely towards the back who walked out.

He wouldn't be so stupid if he wants to be on two boats, and come to grab a woman from him again. At best, the woman he lost might not be that much in love at all.

Always fight with him, you will definitely look good to me.