My wife has always been timid

"Fu Xiuyuan, let Kong Angdo send some people over to guard." Su Qingcheng slowly put down the checklist in his hand, and looked at the man beside him.

Fu Xiuyuan read some information from her expression, glanced at the checklist in her hand, nodded and said yes.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Yu saw the two of them with serious expressions and curious eyes.

With puzzled eyes, he didn't know that Mr. Zhong became like this because of them. Su Qingcheng pulled the corner of his lower lip and prepared an excuse: "Because we still hope that Mr. Zhong will go back to work for us quickly, and you are getting old. It’s too busy to be here alone, we might as well send more people to help you.”

"Besides, Mr. Zhong has an important task now, and we are also for his personal safety."

The old lady seemed to understand.

After a moment of silence, the old lady nodded and said nothing.

Su Qingcheng and Fu Xiuyuan sat in the ward for a while, until the manpower arranged by Kong Ang arrived at the hospital. On the bright side, two nurses secretly arranged more than a dozen secret guards to hide in various directions on Zhonglao's floor. Now Zhonglao His life is equal to Fu Xiuyuan's. Whether Mr. Zhong can wake up and when he wakes up means when he can continue to study Fu Xiuyuan's condition.

They left at dusk.

As the sun set, the light coming in from the car window gradually dimmed, and the sky suddenly entered a picture that was about to be dark.

Kong Ang sat at the front and looked back through the rearview mirror. He saw that Su Qingcheng and Fu Xiuyuan were silent, and the atmosphere was a little dignified. He didn't dare to say anything, and silently looked away.

Wen Lao and Zhong Lao, the two veterans were all lost, and their vitality was greatly damaged.

It was already evening when I returned to Fu's house.

As soon as they entered the living room, the servant greeted them with a landline: "Miss Su, there is a call from the Su family."

Telephone?

Suddenly the calm voice of a child calling for his mother came from the microphone, Su Qingcheng turned his head suddenly, and quickly picked up the microphone: "It's Xiao Hao."

Almost forgot she had a son.

"When will mother come back?" Nodding on the phone, Jing Hao's voice was a little sullen.

Su Qingcheng was slightly surprised: "What's wrong?"

"..." There was silence on the phone for a few seconds before Jing Hao said in a low tone: "Manman was picked up by her father, who said she was going back to stay for a few days. I'm so bored at home alone."

Su Qingcheng: "..."

What a brat, no wonder she took the initiative to call her to ask when she would go back. It turned out that she was remembered as an old lady because her daughter-in-law was gone.

"Uncle isn't home?"

"Uncle only has aunt in his eyes."

Puchi... Su Qingcheng couldn't laugh or cry because of the little resentment in his tone.

What a miserable child.

"Don't laugh..." Jing Hao was a little annoyed, and his tone became even more depressed.

Su Qingcheng could only hold back her smile, nodded and said: "Okay, okay, we can't go back soon, let Uncle Kong pick you up later, why don't you come to Fu's house?"

"it is good."

"Okay, just wait."

After Su Qingcheng comforted the child, she hung up the phone and called Kong Ang to talk about it.

After Kong Ang answered, he set off.

Fu Xiuyuan sat on the sofa and watched her arrangement quietly. Seeing Kong Ang went out, he looked at her with some reluctance: "Jing Hao is coming back?"

"Correct."

"...What is he here for?" Fu Xiuyuan slumped on the sofa, somewhat unwilling to see that boy.

Now that she is busy, Su Qingcheng doesn't spend much time with him. If Jing Hao comes over again, she really won't have much eyes on him.

Su Qingcheng saw his thoughts, walked over and squeezed his shoulder, and said softly: "Manman was picked up by Mo Shaoqian, my elder brother has been taking care of Wen Ran recently, he is bored at home alone, so let If he comes here, it's not good for your child to stay at his uncle's house all the time."

"..."

Perhaps the kneading of those small hands on his shoulders made him feel happy, and the man closed his eyes comfortably, and didn't say any more unhappy words.

"Jing Hao won't bother you when he comes back, so what are you supposed to do, I'll just take it with you."

There was a sound on the stairs, and Fu's mother, who went back to the room and changed into loose clothes, came out. She didn't know when she heard them talking, and she said that as soon as she opened the door.