After the divorce, the three gangsters doted on me

Fu Yanmo had never seen such a fragile and uncontrollable Qiao Anhao. He felt that she was getting farther and farther away from him, even from the world.

"Qiao Anhao, you can't close yourself up like this. Is there no one you care about in this world? What about me? Can you think about me?"

"If you don't want to see me, what about toffee? Do you have the heart to see her worry about you every day at a young age? And your parents, uncle just came back from the hospital, you just watch them worry about you ?"

Fu Yanmo frowned and looked at her worriedly, but the feeling of powerlessness became clearer and clearer.

"You can't do this, Qiao Anhao, don't punish yourself, punish me if you want."

Fu Yanmo frowned, "Actually, I am the one who caused all this. Whether you beat me or scold me, I can bear it, but I really can't bear to see you ruin yourself like this."

Qiao Anhao acted as if she couldn't hear his words. She still closed her eyes and lay quietly on the bed, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with her.

"Okay, you don't want to eat, do you? I have plenty of ways to make you eat!"

Fu Yanmo gritted his teeth, picked up the bowl and drank the soup, pinched Qiao Anhao's chin, and wanted to feed her mouth to mouth.

Qiao An resisted desperately, she didn't want the man in front of her to touch her.

But since the day when Chu Xi disappeared, she hadn't eaten properly. Every time she ate, she only ate two mouthfuls, or went to drink water. Of course, she didn't drink much water.

She had no strength in her body, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Fu Yanmo kept her mouth shut, and finally let her go after making sure she had swallowed the soup.

"Snapped!--"

A crisp slap sounded, and Qiao Anhao slapped Fu Yanmo heavily on the face, but Fu Yanmo just smiled and continued with his actions.

Qiao An had no strength, and it didn't hurt to hit someone, but she was angry and stared at Fu Yanmo, as if she was looking at an enemy.

Fu Yanmo didn't take her hateful eyes seriously at all. It's not a day or two since she hated him, so why should she care this time?

In this way, Fu Yanmo slowly fed the whole bowl of soup, and finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Qiao Anhao, do you want to eat or not? If not, I will still use this method to feed you, but in the process, I can't guarantee that I will have other ideas or make other ideas." matter."

Fu Yanmo was obviously threatening her. At this time, no matter what method he used, as long as he could get her to eat, he would not hesitate.

"Fu Yanmo, what on earth do you want to do? I just want to be alone quietly, why do you treat me like this? Get lost, how far away, how far away!"

Qiao Anhao covered her face in a breakdown, and began to cry.

"I beg you, don't bother me. I'm really upset, I'm really sad..."

Her emotions had collapsed, and she was crying louder and louder, as if she was venting her emotions.

"Hello, Qiao An, what's the use of crying? What's the use of being sad? Do you know what day tomorrow is? Do you know that you locked yourself up for a few days?"

Fu Yanmo reminded her, "If you lock yourself up, can you solve the problem?"

Qiao Anhao froze all over, these days she has been living in her own knot world, she didn't feel it in the dark, she just did those things with instinct.

"It's been six days since you locked yourself up. Tomorrow is Chuxi's first seven days and his funeral!"

Looking at Qiao An's confused eyes, Fu Yanmo sighed, "Are you sure you want to keep going like this?"

Yes, it's been six days. It's been six days. Did Qiao Anhao suddenly realize that it's been that long?
She vaguely felt that time was still stuck on that day, and the scene of Chu Xi's accident kept appearing in her mind, and she was always regretting it, and even thought of suicide.

Fu Yanmo brought her the meal, "Well, you have to eat well now, and I will take you to his funeral tomorrow."

"If you don't eat or drink like this again, you know my character, don't provoke me, or I will let you stay alone for the rest of your life."

When Qiao Anhao thought that tomorrow would be Chu Xi's funeral, she snatched the food and ate it in big mouthfuls. Only by eating well would she have the strength to attend his funeral tomorrow.

She ate very fast, and almost choked a few times. She coughed continuously, grabbed the water next to her and started to drink it.

Fu Yanmo just looked at her quietly like this, his eyes were full of pity and love.

He stretched out his hand and gently ran along her back, watching him gobble it up like this, he was really afraid that she would choke.

He just stood by her side silently, without saying a word, because he knew that whenever he said something, Qiao Anhao would try every means to drive him out.

A bowl of rice was eaten up at a rapid pace. After eating, Qiao Anhao sat on the bed in a daze, clenched his fists and then loosened them.

When she thought of tomorrow's funeral, she felt mixed feelings. What kind of state should she appear in tomorrow?
The Chu family must hate her to death, Song Jiaer is the most pitiful person, what right does she have to blame herself here?
"Dangdangdang..."

There was a knock on the door, and the servant opened the door and walked in after getting permission, "Mr. Fu, I'm here to get the bowl."

"There." Fu Yanmo pointed to the bedside table, the mediocre man walked over in small steps, saw that the bowl was empty, and looked at Fu Yanmo in disbelief, extremely happy.

"Mr. Fu still has a solution. We all tried our best to make the lady eat, but it was useless. I want to tell our wife the news."

After the mediocre took the bowl, she went out happily. Her voice was so loud that Xu Wei'an could hear it clearly through the entire living room.

"Ma'am, miss, she has eaten!"

After hearing this, Xu Wei'an put her hands together, "Thank God, she is finally willing to eat."

She pointed to the door of the room with her finger, and asked in a low voice, "What's their state now? Is An's state any better?"

The servant shook his head and said in a low voice, "Miss is still the same. When I went in, she sat on the bed blankly, expressionless, and she didn't know what she was thinking."

Xu Wei'an frowned. It seemed that Qiao Anhao had a long way to go before returning to normal.

"Anyway, as long as she is willing to eat now, give her some time to get used to other things."

The servant nodded, and the two left, discussing as they walked that they wanted to make some delicious food for Qiao Anhao in the evening so that she could continue to appetize.