One Thought Addiction: Fu Shao's Heart-to-heart Doting on His Wife

After a few rounds, Fu Nianchen knocked them down to the ground.

He collapsed over the two lying on the ground and opened the door of the ward.

Only then did Mrs. Fu walk over slowly, and handed over the clothes to Fu Nianchen again.

It was very dark in the ward. Even though it was daytime, the curtains were drawn so that no light could come in.

Mrs. Fu frowned as soon as she came in, "Go and open the curtains."

Fu Nianchen obeyed the order, drew the curtains, and the sunlight from outside came in, illuminating the whole ward at once.

It also shows the people on the hospital bed in front of your eyes.

Mr. Fu was wearing a ventilator and was still receiving fluids in his hands. His face was ashen and rotten. The flesh on his cheeks faded away quickly, leaving only a layer of wrinkled skin. Now his face is not as good as it used to be.

It's just a walking corpse that hasn't died yet.

Mrs. Fu looked at the scene in front of her. She came here today to see his jokes. He abandoned everything and turned his back on her. This is what he got. She had to ask him if it was worth it.

But after seeing the scene in front of her, she felt that there was no need to say anything.

Mr. Fu slowly opened his eyes, with only one pair of eyeballs circling around in his sockets. He focused his gaze on Mrs. Fu. He made a ho-ho sound, but he couldn't utter a single complete syllable.

"It's all your fault that you've come to this point." Mrs. Fu looked down at the person on the hospital bed condescendingly. The difference between him and the dead was only a breath away.

Mr. Fu was speechless to refute, but his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to explode.

Seeing his appearance, Mrs. Fu couldn't even say a word, and immediately lost all interest, whether it was sarcasm, or teasing and resentment.

"It's Fu Zhizhu who made you like this. He still wants to use your name to control half of the Fu family. After all, you and I have been married for decades. For the sake of our children and grandchildren, it will make Fu Zhizhu will pay the price for what he did." Mrs. Fu promised.

Mr. Fu didn't make any more ho-ho sounds, nor did he move his eyes around. He closed his eyes and trembled all over.

For a long time, Mr. Fu didn't open his eyes again.

If it wasn't for his body still shaking unceasingly, one would think he was asleep.

"It seems that you don't have anything to say to me. I think we won't have the chance to meet again in the future, so I'll see you later." Mrs. Fu suddenly felt extremely boring, and wanted to go back and have a good rest.

The moment Mrs. Fu turned around, Mr. Fu patted the bed with all his strength.

"Grandpa, do you have something to explain." Fu Nianchen stepped forward and saw Mr. Fu's hand was waving on the bed all the time, and his fingers were scratching on the sheet.

Fu Nianchen understood immediately, and rushed out of the ward to find a pen and paper.

As soon as Fu Nianchen left, there were only Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu left in the ward.

They had been bitter couples all their lives, and they did not expect such a scene at the end.

Mrs. Fu walked slowly to the hospital bed, looked at his pitiful state of being unable to utter a word, opened her mouth for a long time, but there was no pronunciation of the words, but there was some saliva left.

"Is there anything else to say? Didn't you say everything that should be said? Do you feel that you are dying, and you still want to accuse me of ruining your life?" Mrs. Fu did not complain, "My life, And who is to blame?"

"I have given everything for the entire Fu family in my life. I am worthy of anyone. Even if I die, go to hell, and meet the King of Hades, I can still say firmly that I owe no one!"