Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Jiang Manxue looked at Jiang Siya's thin cheeks, and her heart felt tight.

"Siya, you need to eat more, you are too thin."

Jiang Siya smiled, "Sister, I will eat seafood tomorrow, I will definitely eat more."

He raised his hand to hold Jiang Manxue's hand, "Sister, will you and brother Sichen be together forever?"

Jiang Manxue was slightly dazed, looking at Jiang Siya, countless things from the past flashed through her mind.

Jiang Siya relied too much on Lu Sichen, especially after so many things happened later. In his heart, Lu Sichen existed like a savior, and the relationship became closer. In the past, as long as he noticed that she and Lu Sichen were quarreling, he would not be able to. Control your emotions, and you will get manic attacks.

Jiang Siya was afraid, he was afraid that once Lu Sichen, the patron saint, stayed away from them, his illness would be incurable and he would not be able to survive.

"Siya, why do you ask such a question?" Jiang Manxue carefully considered her words.

Jiang Siya tilted his head slightly, as if he was covering up his own emotions, "I heard from the nurse and the others today that I am so envious of you and Brother Sichen."

"Yeah." Jiang Manxue pulled out a smile, hiding the fluctuating emotions in her eyes.

Jiang Siya blinked, and emphasized again, "Sister, Brother Sichen has been the best since childhood, you must love him well."

Jiang Manxue pursed her lips, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and thought about Fu Qingye who was still waiting outside the door, feeling extremely guilty.

She is not a competent sister, nor is she a competent girlfriend. She neither takes good care of her brother nor her boyfriend.

"Sister, if you're busy, go back first, I can do it myself." Jiang Siya thought clearly, and before Jiang Manxue could say anything, he had already spoken.

Jiang Manxue nodded, and stretched out her hand to straighten the messy hair on his forehead, "You have to listen to the doctor, and if you have any unhappy things, call your sister."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out the door, slowly walking away from Jiang Siya's sight.

Jiang Siya looked at her back, until the door closed, his eyes were reluctant to roll.

What can he be unhappy about, the worst thing is that his sister will leave him, and Brother Si Chen will leave them.

As soon as Jiang Manxue came out, Fu Qingye quickly stepped forward to hug her, his movements were eager and courteous, which made Jiang Manxue startled and warmed.

"I'm fine, don't worry." She smiled and shook her head.

Fu Qingye ignored her, with his own persistence on his cold and serious face, he hugged her up again with his arms raised.

Jiang Manxue was forced to hug his neck tightly. As he walked, she felt that something was wrong. The direction to go back to the ward was not like this.

"Where are we going?"

"Go home." Fu Qingye replied concisely.

Jiang Manxue responded lightly, "Okay."

By the time Fu Qingye drove back to Rongzhai, Jiang Manxue was already sound asleep.He gently carried her to the bed, took off her shoes and coat, fetched hot water to wash her face and feet, and then covered her with a quilt.

During the period, Jiang Manxue's dazed appearance made him laugh.

It was probably due to her physical discomfort, so she did not sleep well, frowning from time to time, and her face was extremely pale.

Fu Qingye looked at it for a while, and was about to get up and leave to deal with work matters, but Jiang Manxue suddenly moved.

She groaned in pain, her body curled up, even wrapped in the quilt, her whole body seemed to be bent like a shrimp.

Fu Qingye paused, and finally fell asleep on the bed, and stretched out his long arms to pull Jiang Manxue into his arms.

She seemed to feel that there was a source of warmth, and she unconsciously leaned into Fu Qingye's arms again, with a defenseless and trusting attitude.Fu Qingye's other hand touched her lower abdomen, without any feeling of passion or desire, the heat was warm and ironing, lingering on the two of them incomparably warmly.

In the dead of night, Fu Qingye's thin lips lightly touched Jiang Manxue's forehead.

Thank God, he thought.

Let him find the meaning of home, not House, but Home.

Now that he got it, no one can take it away!