Fierce little loli: Husband gently teases

"Yes." Fu Shaoxun turned the steering wheel and shook his head with a grin. The little girl was so excited that she didn't fall asleep all night, and she hasn't been able to adjust her mood yet.

Arriving at the hospital, in the elevator, An Xinran ran into Xia Qian who was coming to work.

"Why did you appear here?" Xia Qian asked in a bad tone, as if An Xinran was here to compete with her for territory.

Zhuo Leng, who was accompanying Chi Wenxiu, put one hand in his pocket, and said in a magnetic voice, "Miss Xia, did you build this elevator? Or did you pave this road, everyone can come, why can't it show up? "

Xia Qian was so blocked that she couldn't speak, she gritted her teeth and said "you".

An Xinran was not in the mood to argue with Xia Qian, and when she reached the floor where Mrs. Fuwo was, An Xinran went out first, carrying a fresh-keeping box.

Xia Qian followed behind, An Xinran stopped, turned around, and looked at Xia Qian with a calm expression.

"Excuse me, what are you doing with us?"

"Did you drive this road? You can all do it, why can't I go?" Xia Qian followed Zhuo Leng's words and went back intact.

"Of course, Miss Xia, please go ahead, we won't block your way." An Xinran was neither humble nor overbearing, she didn't want anyone to disturb Mrs. Fuwo's ​​cleanliness.

Xia Qian took a step forward, keeping a distance of one centimeter from An Xinran, and said slowly, "But you are already blocking my way."

"Miss Xia, if you get entangled, I will block you even more tightly." An Xinran said coldly.

"Are you threatening me?" Xia Qian stared at An Xinran.

An Xinran remained calm and said flatly, "I'm giving Miss Xia a reminder."

Xia Qian snorted coldly, and walked away on Hentian Gao.

An Xinran pursed the corners of her mouth and looked at Fu Shaoxun with a little complacency, then said with her eyes, look, she simply said a few words and drove away.

"Quick, quick!" Several doctors hurried towards Mrs. Fuwo's ​​ward, and Zhong Muyang also hurried over.

An Xinran opened her eyes wide, and Xiao Pao followed closely behind.

At the door, the nurse stopped An Xinran outside the door, and could only look in through the window. Several doctors formed a circle, and Zhong Muyang was doing emergency first aid.

Mrs. Fuwo closed her eyes tightly, and the heart rate displayed on the computer fluctuated up and down. After resuscitating for a while, An Xinran stared blankly at the flat rate on the computer.

An Xinran was dressed in black, and watched the fire burn more and more, and Mrs. Fuwo's ​​body was reduced to ashes.

"Shao Xun, did you say that grandma is looking for someone she loves?" An Xin asked angrily.

"Well, the two of them will meet." Fu Shaoxun responded.

See you in heaven?The French believe in angels. An Xinran believed that Mrs. Fuwo turned into an angel. She went to Mr. Fuwo. She had read a legend that angels are incomplete and have only one wing since they were born. They must find their other wings. That is my lover.

An Xinran wiped away the tears that could not stop falling from the corners of her eyes, Grandma, I wish you well, you must be well.

Everyone in that alley knew that Mr. Fuwo and Mrs. Fuwo had passed away, so they walked out of the house one after another, wearing black clothes with flowers on their chests, and gathered in front of the houses of Mr. Fuwo and Mrs. Fuwo.

Mr. Fuwo and Mrs. Fuwo have no descendants, and An Xinran took the initiative to take this responsibility. She has already recognized Mrs. Fuwo as her grandmother, and Fu Shaoxun helped with the management.

An Xinran knew that Mrs. Fuwo definitely wanted to be buried with Mr. Fuwo, and she had made plans early on. When An Xinran wanted to buy the cemetery next to Mr. Fuwo, the cemetery seller came to the door and said that Mrs. Fuwo had died before her death. Already bought, they are ready to be buried at any time.

Following the French custom, An Xinran placed Mrs. Fuwo's ​​coffin in the lecture hall and received prayers. The church was full of people, and those who were unwilling to come out of the alley all came out to the church.

When the people blocking the alley heard that Mrs. Fuwo had passed away, they all gave way.

An Xinran stood in front of the godfather as a grandchild, folded her hands, and said prayers. Few of the French cried at the funeral, and they could see their sorrow from their expressions.

After the baptism in the church and the burial, An Xinran couldn't stop crying when she saw Mrs. Fuwo's ​​coffin being buried.

An Xinran learned from Mrs. Fuwo's ​​neighbors that Mrs. Fuwo and Mr. Fuwo moved here because their son passed away and were heartbroken. They moved here for ten years.

Mr. Fuwo has known about Mrs. Fuwo's ​​illness for a long time, and Mrs. Fuwo has been holding on for Mr. Fuwo. Every time, she would tell them with a smile that she couldn't be rescued so early. Her wife, what? She won't do it either, she doesn't worry.

Once Mr. Fuwo leaves, there is no need for Mrs. Fuwo to persevere. It will be a matter of time.

"Grandma, have a safe journey, be well!" An Xinran said and placed the flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone.

Holding a black umbrella in his hand, Fu Shaoxun accompanied him silently.

When the flowers were presented one by one, the funeral was over. An Xinran asked Chi Wenxiu and Li Qiqi to go back first, and she wanted to wait.

"Xin Ran, I'll accompany you." Li Qiqi hesitated to speak.

"I'm sorry." Zhong Muyang said in a deep voice, his face darkened.

"No, it's not your fault." An Xin shook her head, "I also want to thank you for staying one more night for grandma and allowing her to make a wish."

An Xinran heard in the hospital that if it wasn't for Zhong Muyang's superb medical skills, Mrs. Fuwo wouldn't be able to survive even one hour, let alone one night. To have one night, Zhong Muyang had already done his best.

"Qiqi, you can go back with him, Shao Xun is here with me, everything will be fine." An Xinran looked at Li Qiqi quietly.

Li Qiqi was still thinking about something, but was forcibly pulled away by Zhong Muyang.

An Xinran looked at Mrs. Fuwo's ​​tombstone, then at Mr. Fuwo's ​​tombstone next to him, and slowly leaned on Fu Shaoxun's chest.

"Mr. Fuwo and Mrs. Fuwo will never be separated again." An Xinran's voice was ethereal.

Fu Shaoxun put his arm around An Xinran, held an umbrella in the other, and kept silent.

After a long time, An Xinran recovered from her sluggishness, straightened her body, looked up at the steady Fu Shaoxun, with guilt on her face, she was always able to act emotionally, regardless of the feelings of the people around her.

"Shao Xun, thank you, no matter what I do, you always accompany me and help me."

"Silly girl."

For several days in a row, An Xinran was busy with Mrs. Fuwo's ​​funeral and sorting out the things in her house. She sorted out many things and packed them up for storage.

An Xinran opened Mr. Fuwo's ​​studio. The first time she saw Mr. Fuwo came out of it. This was the first time she entered.

She is in awe of Mr. Fuwo, and there is always a feeling that she dare not touch him. Mr. Fuwo is strict and unsmiling, but he is like a child in front of Mrs. Fuwo.

An Xinran could vividly remember the meeting that day.

Pushing open the door and walking in, there are messy things, glass shards, and I learned from Fu Shaoxun that Mr. Fuwo should be repairing glass.

An Xinran sorted out the design drawings and tools scattered on the table, put them in a box, and there was a closed box at the corner of the table.

An Xinran opened it curiously, and what she saw shocked her, tears streaming down her face.

They are glass dolls. An Xinran picked one up, which is the model of Mrs. Fuwo. As early as in Mr. Fuwo's ​​study, An Xinran saw many photos and portraits of Mrs. Fuwo, so although these models are different, An Xinran Xinran could tell it was Mrs. Fuwo.

An Xinran learned from Mrs. Fuwo that Mr. Fuwo's ​​love for Mrs. Fuwo would not be expressed on the face and was reserved. At one point An Xinran thought that Mr. Fuwo did not love Mrs. Fuwo as deeply as Mrs. Fuwo.

Now, she realized that she was wrong. Only when a person loves someone to the bone marrow can he accurately know a certain expression of hers.

In this studio, An Xinran didn't see a few photos of Mrs. Fuwo, only a group photo of the two together on the table.There is no design draft either.

It shows that these models are all carved by Mr. Fuwo himself, which just proves that Mrs. Fuwo's ​​every move is engraved in Mr. Fuwo's ​​mind.

An Xinran's tears dripped on the model, she wiped it up in a panic and put it down, and then closed the box again. Her eyes turned to a small box and a bunch of tattered knives.

A picture appeared in her mind, Mr. Fuwo was carving Mrs. Fuwo, with all his heart and strength, the knives destroyed one by one, even scratching his hands, he didn't know it.

"Xin Ran." Fu Shaoxun stepped in softly.

An Xinran hurriedly wiped her face a few times, and continued to tidy up. Fu Shaoxun didn't speak, but helped tidy up, and everything was tidied up.

When An Xinran was about to leave, Fu Shaoxun took An Xinran's arm, "Girl, don't forget your responsibility, there are many people waiting for you."

An Xinran's body was stiff, and after a while, she slowly put it down, "I know."

Turning around and re-entering Mr. Fuwo's ​​studio, An Xinran took out the box and passed by Fu Shaoxun, "Come with me."

Fu Shaoxun frowned slightly, pursed his lips and followed An Xinran.

An Xinran came to Mrs. Fuwo's ​​tombstone, opened the box, took out the models inside and put them away one by one, Fu Shaoxun watched, Mo Yu's black eyes gleamed.

"Grandma, this is a gift from grandpa. I don't know if you have received it, but I know you will be very happy when you see it, so I brought it here for you and surround you." Ann Xin Ran touched the photo with her fingertips, took a few breaths, "Grandma, I may not be able to come and see you for a long time, I have a lot of things to do, and many people need my help, I promise you, as long as I When I have time, I will definitely come and see you."

Soon, An Xinran sorted out her situation. For example, on the first day, when she walked the streets and alleys, everyone around her knew that she had a close relationship with Mr. Fuwo and Mrs. Fuwo, so they let go of their guard against her and opened the door to welcome her go in.

Most of the people received treatment, their condition improved, and their mental state improved a lot. These were minor injuries. Compared with those serious injuries, An Xinran suggested to go to the hospital. Several people refused to go, saying that they believed in her medical skills.

As a doctor, the happiest thing is of course the support and trust of the patients. At the same time, it also brings a lot of pressure to An Xinran. An Xinran treats her very carefully and is worried about accidents.

It's rare for An Xinran to rely on Fu Shaoxun for leisure, and she can get bored for a while, and now she is busier than before.
Zhong Zhe came to An Xinran with a camera in his hand, "Miss An, tomorrow is the end of the competition. Are you not worried at all when the results come out? I glanced at the camera and it is still far away from fifty people."

"It doesn't matter." An Xinran walked away indifferently, closing her eyes, "As long as you can save people, it doesn't matter who wins."

"Miss An, it's true to say that, but..." Zhong Zhe wanted to persuade An Xinran to take it seriously.