Love in the morning and love in the evening: Master Si loves his wife 1314

But now she just lay there like this, making no sound, quietly as if she didn't exist.

"An Ran, if you don't get up again, I'll throw you down here." Si Muheng's expression became even colder, every word seemed to be wrapped in ice.

But the person on the bed was motionless, as quiet as if he never planned to wake up again.

"Sir." Wang Ma couldn't bear to watch, and said in a low voice, "Miss An's breath is very weak..."

Si Muheng was slightly startled, as if he had just woken up from a dream, looking at the woman's pale face, her frail body trembling when she didn't see him, even her brows were completely stretched...

"Come quickly!" Si Muheng took out the phone, his tone more severe than usual.

"What's the matter in such a hurry, hurry up..." The other side's tone was relaxed, and he was about to make a joke when Si Muheng said coldly.

"It's late, you and your hospital will be buried with her."

Hanging up the phone with a "snap" over there, Dr. Wang raised his head and shivered inexplicably as he looked at the hot day at noon.

Si Zhai is rarely so busy, most of the time, it is kept in an orderly state.

But today is different.

There was a low air pressure in the villa. When Si Ran walked into the gate, before he wiped off the sweat on his face, he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"It's so cold." He rubbed his arms strangely, and found goosebumps.

There was no servant in the hall, only Xin Er came out from the kitchen, saw him, smiled and said, "Young master, please have dinner."

"I don't want to eat your cooking." Si Ran pursed her lips and complained, "Your cooking is too salty, what about Wang Ma? I want Wang Ma to cook for me."

"Young master, these are made by Wang Ma..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, where is Wang Ma? Wang Ma? Wang Ma!" Si Ran put down his schoolbag and rushed into the kitchen to find someone.I searched around but couldn't find it, so I came out with my head drooping and dejected.

"Wang Ma is busy at the moment, and she made these dishes, if you don't believe me, try them?" Xiner handed him the chopsticks.

After being knocked off with a "slap" by Si Ran, he raised his head and shook his face in disdain, "You're trying to lie to me again, so I won't be fooled! Hmph!"

Xin'er was at a loss, "Little Master..."

Siran is good at everything, but picky eaters have been unable to change since he got pneumonia when he was one year old. My husband was concerned about his health. After he cried a few times, it stopped.

Si Ran refused to eat and clamored to find Wang Ma, but Xiner had no choice but to lead him to knock on the door.

Seeing that it was Si Ran, Wang Ma's expression changed immediately, "Little Master, why are you here? Go down and eat."

"What are you doing here?" Siran became curious when he saw a large group of servants busy around the door, "Are you playing games? I want to play too!"

As he spoke, he was about to squeeze into the crowd.

Due to his status, the servants didn't dare to squeeze him, they made way for him one after another.

Si Ran rushed to the middle of the room and saw a pair of familiar black house slippers. His eyes went all the way up, suit pants and white shirt, and Si Muheng's indifferent face came into view.

"Father, Daddy." Si Ran stammered.

Si Muheng was in a bad mood.

An Ran first ran away and then committed suicide, and the water in the bathroom flowed all over the floor. The key point was that Dr. Wang came very slowly - regarding the last point, Dr. Wang was really wronged.

It took at least an hour to come here from him, but he shortened the time by half!
Si Muheng only glanced at Si Ran, then his eyes slowly fell on An Ran's face.This woman must have had a grudge against him in her previous life, so she came to torture him like this in this life.

"An... Aunt An?!" Si Ran had already left, but before he left, he was a little unwilling. He looked back and saw An Ran lying lifeless on the bed, his face was astonishingly white.

He hurriedly turned around, ran to An Ran and squatted down, holding her hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, he raised his teary face and asked Si Muheng, "What's wrong with Aunt An?"

"Dead." Si Muheng said.

"Wow... wow!" Si Ran blinked, and Dou Da's tears fell down her cheeks, wet the bed sheets.

Si Muheng was a little surprised in his heart, he didn't know it was because he was too serious in Siran's eyes on weekdays, so Si Ran didn't have the slightest doubt about what he said.

Siran cried very sadly. He knew the word "death". When he was very young, his daddy told him that Mommy was dead.

He had never met Mommy, but he couldn't accept that Aunt An "died" together.He finally had Aunt An, and he didn't want to lose her.

"Aunt An, woo woo woo Aunt An." Si Ran cried heartbreakingly, in his young heart, "death" had already left a deep shadow.

Si Muheng moved his fingers lightly twice, frowned slightly, but finally couldn't hold back, and said something viciously.

"It's noisy."

Si Ran's crying stopped abruptly.Aunt An is dead, but Daddy is still there, and Daddy will kill him.

After weighing the pros and cons, Si Ran changed from crying to sobbing, his little nose was red, and he was pitiful and wronged.

At this time, Dr. Wang came out from the inner room, and seeing Si Ran who was crying with snot and tears, he was shocked for a while, until Si Muheng asked him "how is it", he frowned and said .

"Not very optimistic."

When he said this, his mustache also flicked down, which seemed a little funny.But at this moment, none of the people present could laugh.

"What do you mean?" Si Muheng's patience was almost exhausted.

Dr. Wang pondered for a moment, as if he was considering how to speak. After three seconds, he opened his mouth slightly.

"Young Mistress may have neglected to take care of herself, and her immunity is much lower than that of ordinary people. The wind and cold can easily cause colds and complications..."

At this moment, Si Muheng was focusing on An Ran's illness, so he didn't notice his slip of the tongue.

　Hearing what Dr. Wang said, Si Muheng's heart tightened, his face was cold and frightening.

"If you can't cure her, you don't have to stay in Si's house anymore."

Dr. Wang was taken aback, his beard trembled, it took him a long time to understand what he said, and he explained hastily.

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! The young mistress just inhaled too much water and entered her lungs. I have just discharged it for her. If you take good care of her, she will recover in a short time!"

After speaking quickly, Dr. Wang carefully observed Si Muheng's face, as if he was still a little unhappy, and added after thinking about it.

"It's just a matter of two days of self-cultivation. It's not impossible to have sex or something."

The air seemed to stand still again.

"Daddy." Si Ran raised his face and sniffed, "What is sex?"

Dr. Wang: "..."

Si Muheng: "..."

The servants in the room looked at each other, looking like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. The newcomer didn't know much about it, so they looked at each other.

But if an old man who has followed Si Muheng for a long time, such as Wang Ma, is clear about An Ran's affairs.There are very few people like Dr. Wang who only know one thing and don't know the other.

"Get out for me."

After Si Muheng spoke, everyone obeyed and left the room.Even though Si Ran didn't want to, he didn't dare to disobey his father's order, so he reluctantly followed Wang Ma to dinner.

There were only two people left in the room.

Si Muheng's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly... how dare she seek death?

Is there no one or anything in this world that can hold her back?
In his memory, An Ran was one of the few people he had ever met with a tough personality.There was a look of complexity in Si Muheng's eyes, he reached out his hand to touch her, but his fingers stopped on her face, and he paused.

Dry and thin cheeks, a small handful, as if they will wither if you hold them lightly.Si Muheng maintained this posture and looked at her for a long, long time.

……

This time, An Ran didn't sleep well.

She had a dream in which she was floating in the sea with nothing to support her.She swam forward desperately, but her body was getting heavier and heavier, and she had no strength to swim, and her arms were straight and limp.

With a light body, she fell into a strong embrace.Not too warm, even cold, but solid and reliable.

She couldn't help shrinking into the embrace.

When she opened her eyes again, a ray of light pierced into her eyes, and she subconsciously raised her arms to cover her eyes.When the back of her hand hurt, she realized that there was a needle in her hand, and the needle was connected with a long and thin tube, extending all the way to the top of her head.

An Ran was stunned for a few seconds, the position beside her sank slightly, and a figure stood in front of her.

"Are you awake?" Wang Ma sat next to her, with the back of her hand skillfully pressed against her forehead, rough and warm.

An Ran closed her eyes and left her hand again, only to hear her say: "The fever is almost gone." Her tone seemed somewhat relieved.

There was some deviation in memory, An Ran looked down, saw her pale and thin fingers, her eyes were dazed.

Following her gaze, Wang Ma felt a little distressed, picked up the porridge on the bedside table, scooped it up with a spoon, blew a few mouthfuls, and handed it to her.

"Drink, are you hungry?"

The piping hot porridge was steaming in a white porcelain bowl.

She seemed to have slept for a long, long time.

The hot air smoked the eyes, and there was a slight dampness.Just when Wang Ma thought she couldn't drink it, An Ran took the porridge, lowered her head, and swallowed it.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of spoons and bowls colliding, which was crisp and pleasant.

"Drink slowly." Wang Ma sighed and patted her on the back.

An Ran gobbled it up, a bowl of porridge made her unrecognizable.

"How long have I slept?"

Wang Ma cleaned up the bowl and put it aside, "Two days."

"fever?"

"Ah."

"..." An Ran was leaned against the pillow, closed her eyes, and sighed softly, "Is it just a fever?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself, but Wang Ma still heard her.Wang Ma turned around and stared at her with serious eyes, her tone was very angry.

"You child, don't be so reckless next time, it doesn't happen every time!"

An Ran didn't open her eyes, she was silent for a while, and then said "Thank you" in a low voice.

"It's not me that you should thank, but Mr. Si. If it wasn't for him, even the king of heaven would not be able to save you."

An Ran heard this and stopped talking, as if falling asleep again.