fleeting years live up to your love

"Boss Fu, are you recovering..."

Before he could say the word 'memory', the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came in was Jian Yao, holding an insulated lunch box in her hand.

Just as he was about to say something, he realized that he was still in good spirits just now. The man with a smile on his lips was already rubbing his forehead with one hand, leaning against the head of the bed, looking very weak.

"You're awake, do you still have a headache?"

Jian Yao walked forward quickly, put the lunch box on the bedside table, and sat down directly by the bed. Seeing Fu Shengnian frowning slightly and rubbing his forehead, she quickly raised her hand and gently massaged his head.

Fu Shengnian's eyes were deep, he stared at Jian Yao and said lightly: "Dizziness, headache, probably need to be hugged to get better."

Tian Ye blinked his eyes, and stayed where he was, his mouth was so wide open that his jaw almost fell to the ground.

Wasn't it fine just now?

Why did Jian Yao feel dizzy and have a headache as soon as Jian Yao came, everything was not good!

"When did you wake up? Did the doctor come?"

Jian Yao watched Fu Shengnian nervously, and felt that his complexion looked good, at least much better than when she left the ward.

"Does it hurt?"

Fu Shengnian shook his head, "It won't hurt after a kiss."

Jian Yao raised her eyebrows and looked at him wonderingly, "Does it really hurt or is it fake?"

The man buried his face on her shoulder, acting coquettishly, "It really hurts."

While speaking, he looked up at Tian Ye who was stunned in place, and gave Tian Ye a look. The latter understood, turned around, and went straight to the door of the ward.

Knowing that he was a huge light bulb, Tian Ye smiled thoughtfully. He didn't dare to stay for a second, opened the door and walked out quickly.

Soon, only Jian Yao and Fu Shengnian were left in the ward.

"Then I'll call the doctor to come over and take a look at you."

Jian Yao reached out to press the pager on the bedside.

Fu Shengnian grabbed her hand, "No, it doesn't hurt that much."

He just wanted Jian Yao to kiss him, pretending on purpose.

But it's useless to act like a baby and shout pain.

Jian Yao's serious look made him dumbfounded.

She didn't know that his memory had recovered, and he didn't intend to tell her now, but wanted to take the opportunity to tease her.

"Just rub it for me."

He lay down on his side, directly resting his head on Jian Yao's lap.

"Is it okay not to call a doctor?"

"Ah."

Jian Yao sighed, put her hands on both sides of his forehead, and massaged his temples.

He faced Jian Yao's lower abdomen, looked at the flat abdomen, thought of the child who died before birth, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

If it wasn't for him, the child wouldn't have died.

He hugged her waist, and rubbed his cheek against her belly.

She smiled helplessly, "What's wrong with you?"

Been coquettish to her all the time.

"Why did you fall down the stairs?"

He changed the subject and asked her.

"Mu Xiaoran pushed it."

"She did it on purpose?"

"Well, she stole the jewelry box my mother left me, and I found out."

Originally thought that such a big matter, Jian Mingshu knew that he would drive Mu Xiaoran out of Jian's house in the future, but Jian Mingshu was protecting that woman.

When he left, he also said that he was very disappointed in her.

Obviously she was more disappointed in him.

"are you hungry?"

She patted Fu Shengnian on the shoulder, and he sat up slowly, leaning against the head of the bed, glancing at the insulated lunch box on the bedside table, feeling very resistant.

Before he could speak, Jian Yao got up and opened the lunch box, and poured out a bowl of fragrant soup.

Smells good, but tastes...

He has learned Jian Yao's cooking skills for a long time.

Seeing her approaching with the bowl of soup, sitting next to him, and feeding the soup to his mouth with a spoon, he instinctively backed away.

Don't dare to drink!

He is considered a sick man now, how dare he drink the soup she made.

Originally, he is in good spirits now, and he can be discharged from the hospital after a day of observation without any accidents. After drinking the soup she made, it is hard to say whether he can be discharged smoothly.

"Don't you want to drink?"

Jian Yao brought the spoon to his mouth again.

He tilted his head, resisting.

She looked at him suspiciously, feeling that he was a little strange.

They went to Jane's house early in the morning. It has been a long time since he was in a coma. It stands to reason that he should be hungry.

She was afraid that he would wake up hungry, so she hurried back and ordered her aunt to make soup for him. She knew that the food she made was dark cooking, so she didn't do it herself at all, and stood beside her aunt to observe and study the whole time.

"This soup is delicious. I tried it for you in advance. It tastes very fragrant and fresh. Don't you really want to try it?"

Hearing this, Fu Shengnian frowned immediately into a word 'Chuan', "Have you tried it?"

"Ah."

"When?"

Jian Yao thought for a while, then said uncertainly, "About 15 minutes ago."

"Does your stomach hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"..."

Fu Shengnian didn't speak, his expression was very nervous.

Seeing him reaching out to press the beeper on the bedside to call a doctor, Jian Yao was very surprised, but she soon realized something, grabbed his hand and said, "You think I made the soup?"

"Isn't it?"

"Auntie made it, I was just in charge of delivering it."

Fu Shengnian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the head of the bed, his expression gradually softened.

"feed me."

There was a hint of domineering in his tone.

Jian Yao smiled, "Did you remember something?"

He mistakenly thought that she made the soup and refused to drink it. When he heard that she drank the soup, he was so nervous about her, obviously he knew that she was a poor cook.

This is something he knew before he lost his memory. After losing his memory, she never cooked for him.

"Has your memory recovered?"

Fu Shengnian pursed his lips and said nothing, his dark eyes stared at the opening and closing of her lips when she spoke, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He took the soup bowl in her hand and put it on the bedside table. He raised her chin with his slender fingers and kissed her impulsively.

Before she could react, she had already been pulled into his arms.

His kiss was extremely aggressive, extremely domineering, and the kiss was urgent, like a gust of wind and rain.

She reached out and pushed on his chest, and it took some effort to push him away.

"are you……"

Before she could finish speaking, he kissed her again, clasped her powerful palm behind her head, and put her down on the bed in the next second.

This is a ward!

She stared at him with wide eyes, his face was close at hand, and his warm breath completely enveloped her.

It feels all too familiar.

He must have remembered something.

Her hand pushed against his chest, but he quickly grabbed it and pressed it above his head.

I really want to remind him that this is a ward, and there are many bodyguards outside, doctors and nurses may come in at any time, and...he is a sick patient, so strenuous exercise is not suitable.

However, he lay on top of her, crushing her so that she couldn't move, kissing so deeply, so ecstatically, completely ignoring that this was a hospital.

Her heart was pounding, and her whole face was hot.

After kissing for a while, he stopped, turned over and lay beside her, panting for breath.

"I'm leaving the hospital."

He licked his lips lightly, with a look of unsatisfactory expression on his face.

She adjusted her breathing, patted her face and sat up, pretending to be calm and said: "It's best to stay in the hospital for observation for a day."

He turned to look at her, with a deep smile in his eyes: "I'm very well now, and I can fight for three days and three nights."