The Rebirth Group's pet little flirt

Hearing this, Fu Shiyu's smile stayed on the corner of his mouth, "So... my good girl wants me to..."

There was a trace of sullenness in Nan Zhixin's eyes, and his eyes were slightly lowered: "You can't see it."

"I can't tell." Fu Shiyu pretended to be embarrassed.

Nan Zhi clenched his fist angrily, and moved towards Fu Shiyu's face, but he was not willing to do it when he touched his face, "If you say sorry, I will forgive you."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry." Fu Shiyu didn't dare to make a joke out of it, for fear that his wife would get sulky, "Come on, I'll make noodles for you after it's over."

"Thank you husband." Together.

The injured tailbone caused Nan Zhixin to sweat profusely.

It wasn't until Fu Shiyu made a face-to-face meeting that Nan Zhixin was still holding on to the railing before going downstairs.

"I told you to see a doctor. If you don't go, you know it hurts now." Fu Shiyu looked at Nan Zhixin biting his lip, his face pale, and he helped him to the stool in time.

Nan Zhixin stretched out his hand, held the bowl, and didn't sit down: "I'll just stand and eat the noodles." Looking at the little green garlic leaves in the bowl, he praised Fu Shiyu, "It smells so good, my husband's cooking skills are really amazing. Talk."

"That's because my girl trusts me." Fu Shiyu scratched Nan Zhixin's head with the palm of his hand, and seeing that it was exactly nine o'clock, he sat opposite him, "My girl has such a good appetite recently, could she be pregnant with a child?" ah."

"No." Nan Zhixin looked at Fu Shiyu with a disappointed expression, "I've been to the hospital before, and they said I have a good appetite."

"Good appetite?" Fu Shiyu looked at Nan Zhixin's face with a dull expression, "Is it because I do too little every day?"

"No, it's because the food you cook is delicious." Nan Zhixin raised her hand, letting Fu Shiyu over.

"what happened?"

Nan Zhixin stared at the bowl: "There are worms."

"Cong, it's impossible. My sanitation work is very good." Fu Shiyu hurriedly walked up to Nan Zhixin, took the bowl with his hand, took a look at it, pursed his lips, and fed a mouthful of noodles to Fu Shiyu's. lips, "Your lips touched the noodles, it's dirty, I won't eat it until I eat it."

"Let me eat noodles, you find so many reasons." Fu Shiyu laughed at his wife, who was always coming.

He knelt down and opened his mouth, "Girl, feed me."

Nan Zhixin put the noodles with the chopsticks into Fu Shiyu's mouth, her eyebrows frowned, "Shiyu, when you get old, I'll feed you like this."

"What if we can't move anymore." Fu Shiyu opened his eyes and laughed at her.

"How is it possible?" Nan Zhixin held the bowl and stared at the soup inside, "If that's the case, we have money, so we can use the money to find someone to serve us."

Fu Shiyu used to like to say something more profound: "Then what if I die first?"

"Don't say it, don't say it, I'm afraid of the word death." Nan Zhixin snuggled into the other person's arms, and when someone mentioned it, she hugged Fu Shiyu's waist nervously.

Seeing her turn pale with fright, Fu Shiyu couldn't help complaining, "Young girl, I'm thinking about how you faced death in your previous life with such an expression?"

"In the previous life, I was almost scared to death, my heart was ashamed, and my spirit was also broken." Nan Zhixin held Fu Shiyu's ear with his fingers, and said sadly, "Shiyu, don't tell me about death in the future, okay? I really met it, let’s talk about it, okay?”

"Okay, don't say it." Fu Shiyu reached out to hug Nan Zhixin, and gently patted his wife's back with his palm.

Fear of death is a normal part of life.

It's just... being afraid of what will come is what makes people panic the most.

At ten o'clock, Fu Shiyu's phone rang.

"What did you say?"

Hu Chuli was over there, crying nervously: "Qingqing is about to die, she...she wants to see Mrs. Fu, please."

Nan Zhixin, who was peeling an apple while using the hands-free phone, panicked.

The fruit knife fell and hit Nan Zhixin's instep.

The back of his foot hurts, and the fingers holding the apple are still stained with blood.

"Qinxin, you..." Fu Shiyu rushed over, looked at the finger, and panicked.

Nan Zhixin suddenly raised her head, and her heart suddenly came to a sudden: "Shi Yu, take her lightly...she will be fine, right?"

"It's okay." Fu Shiyu didn't want her to feel bad.

You know how painful it must be for her to hear that her best friend is being rescued in the hospital when she said she was afraid of death just now, and her life is in danger.

She was holding hands, her face was pale, ignoring the fingers on her hand that had been cut by the knife, and she was about to go to the hospital.

Fu Shiyu held her wrist: "Go, go, go right away, silly girl, let me bandage your hands."

"No need to bandage, it doesn't hurt." Nan Zhixin looked up at Fu Shiyu, hoping that he could take him to the hospital quickly.

Fu Shiyu hummed, took a bandage from the medicine box, took his coat from the wall and rushed to the hospital.

Hu Chuli propped her forehead with both hands, sat on the chair, and wiped away her tears.

Nan Zhixin and Fu Shiyu hurried over.

The lights in the emergency room went out, and the patient was pushed out. During the operation, the attending doctor's face was gloomy and ugly.

Nan Zhixin could tell that her best friend Feng Qingwei...something really happened.

She lowered her head, watching Feng lightly and nonchalantly looking at her face, with tears rolling down her eyes.

"Gently, gently..." Hu Chuli ran over uncontrollably, trying to hold Fengqing's hand, but Fengqing's eyes didn't stay on him.

Hu Chuli was sad: "I love you, I really love you."

"Let go." Nan Zhixin pushed him away.

Hu Chuli refused.

"People are like this, and you still refuse to let her go." Nan Zhixin slapped him twice angrily, and pushed Feng gently to the ward.

Feng gently raised her palm, and she said, I'm sorry, dear, I regret it.

Nan Zhixin looked into her eyes and tried to deceive himself that nothing would happen to her.

But how could Feng Qingqing not hear what the doctor said just now.

She was dying, the sense of weightlessness brought about by her whole body became more and more serious, and the feeling that she was on the verge of death became more and more clear.

"Gently, there are many good men in the world, you have to be strong, don't leave our friends..." Nan Zhixin held her fingers, kneeling on the ground dejectedly, with sad eyes.

"Qinxin, I...I'm really nice..." Before finishing those words, she closed her eyes.

What is the reason, Qingqing will enter the emergency room.

She held Feng Qingqing's hand and wept loudly.

Standing by his side, Fu Shiyu looked at the deceased designer Feng Da, and took two steps back in panic.

In such a short period of time, how could it...become like this?
"There must be a problem, there must be a problem." Nan Zhixin gritted her teeth, supported the ground, and rushed to the corridor to find Hu Chuli.

Hu Chuli was crying bitterly on the ground, the child hugged his father's head and comforted him.

Hearing the word "father" in her mouth, Nan Zhixin became more and more unbearable: "It's all because of you. You disgusting woman, why didn't you come back earlier? Why, I don't intend to hinder them anymore I'm married, so I don't plan to."

When he came back from rebirth, he clearly knew what kind of person Hu Chuli was, but for the sake of his best friend's happiness, he didn't choose to obstruct it.

How could God play such a joke on her.

But now that her best friend's death has made her regret her past decision.

It was a feeling of despair and guilt.

This result, burned her heart.

"Mrs. Fu, don't be like this—" The woman suppressed her sadness.

"Young is dead, now you... are satisfied."