he is intoxicated

Nanhua raised her head and asked Mu Yan: "Is there a mask? I'll cover my face, a silk scarf is fine too. If you want to see me, sir, just outside the door."

Mu Yan spread her hands, "Not at all."

"What should I do?"

Mu Yan shrugged and said helplessly: "It can only be done coldly."

When her eyes fell on the light switch, Nan Hua was quick to think, "Turn off the light first. My appearance is too scary. I'm afraid I will scare my husband."

"But, once the lights are turned off, you can't see Mr.'s face, don't you want to know who he is?"

"I want to, but I'm more afraid of scaring him. If he scares someone away, if he forces you to pay back the 2000 million, where are you going to get so much money?" Nan Hua deliberately threatened her.

"It's true, I really can't afford 2000 million now." Mu Yan stood up and was about to turn off the lights.

Suddenly it went dark.

The lights on the ceiling went out, and the whole room went dark for a moment.

power cut.

Nan Hua and Mu Yan looked at each other.

"This hospital is too unreliable. How can there be a power outage in the middle of the night?" Mu Yan was about to ring the bell beside the bed to call the nurse, when there was a "squeak", the door opened.

A slender and tall figure walked in from the outside.

For a moment, the door was closed, and the figure was hidden in the darkness.

"Miss Nanhua." The man's deep and hoarse voice was full of indescribable charm, like the spring breeze in March blowing through the willows.

Yes, sir.

he came.

Mu Yan whispered to Nan Hua, "Should I avoid it for a while? I won't bother you. I'll just go to the bathroom. If you need something, please call, and I'll run out right away."

Nan Hua hummed.

Mu Yan groped in the dark, and moved lightly to the bathroom that came with the ward. There were bangs and bangs from time to time along the way, and she didn't know what she bumped into.

Nan Huachong greeted Mr. Nan in the direction: "Sir, there is a power outage, can you see the road clearly?"

"Yes." The man walked towards the hospital bed with a pair of long legs.

He walked steadily and methodically, unaffected by the darkness at all, as if he could see at night.

Nan Hua couldn't help being curious, does this person have special abilities?

Walking to the bed, the husband sat down on the chair in front of the bed without any mistakes, put the things in his hand on the bedside table, and said: "I brought you a few boxes of scar medicine, and after the wound heals, apply it according to the instructions. It can prevent scars. You girls love beauty, but scars will be sad. Bird’s nest is ready-to-eat, and eating one or two cans a day can help wounds heal.”

The 26-year-old Nan Hua, who was still called a girl by her husband, felt hot in her heart, "Thank you, sir."

"a piece of cake."

"...Sir, how do you know I'm hurt?"

"My friend saw and told me, does the wound still hurt?"

"pain."

Nanhua suddenly felt her face warm up, and there was a big, slender and well-articulated hand on her cheek, it was Mr.'s hand.

He touched it so naturally, as if he was used to this action.

Nanhua shrank back subconsciously, felt that something was wrong, and moved her face back to its original position.

The man's slender fingers held her face like that, holding it so tenderly, so preciously, and so carefully, as if holding the most precious porcelain in the world.

His palm was moist and warm, like freshly split wood, exuding a dependable aroma.

Nan Hua heard her heart pounding, beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

The man's voice became deeper and hoarse, "Is there anyone you suspect?"

"what?"

"A car accident doesn't seem like an accident. Who do you suspect did it?"

"Yes, but I can't find evidence." Being too close, Nan Hua could smell his breath, it was cool mint mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, it smelled very good.

"Speak out whoever you suspect, and I will help you vent your anger."

"Help you vent your anger", what a beautiful four words, it is worth a thousand words, and it made Nanhua find a long-lost sense of security.

Her thoughts flew far away, and she thought of being bullied in school when she was a teenager, and it was Huo Beiyao who often helped her vent her anger. The most common sentence he said was "Tell me who bullied you, and I will fight back for you!"

But later, he became the one who bullied her, cheated, didn't love, was indifferent, quarreled, divorced, and finally killed her.

Because there was no one to protect her, she was covered with thorns all over her body, and she instinctively covered herself with a layer of hard armor.

"Don't be afraid, I will support you." The husband's deep and safe voice brought Nanhua back to reality.

"...It might be Lin Yanyan, or Huo Beiyao."

The husband was silent for a moment, before replying: "Understood. Is there someone to accompany you at night? If not, I will stay and take care of you."

"Yes, yes." Nan Hua was afraid that he would stay, but also vaguely expected him to stay.

"Male, or female?"

"female."

The husband seemed to be slightly relieved, "Hi, girl. Is that Miss Mu who went to the bathroom just now?"

Nan Hua was secretly surprised, "Can you see her?"

"I guess. She's your best friend, right?"

"Yes."

Nan Hua also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she was afraid that he could really have night vision, and that he would see her swollen face that was in a mess.

When Huo Beiyao came over just now, she was not afraid of being seen by him, but she was afraid of being seen by this mysterious gentleman.

She suddenly discovered that she was very concerned about her image in his eyes.

The husband withdrew his hand holding her cheek, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It's getting late, you should go to bed early, and I'll come see you another day."

"it is good."

Nan Hua, who had always been eloquent and eloquent, became cautious, even dull in front of him for some reason, just like a shy girl in adolescence.

"Good night." Mr. took her hand, and slowly, gently kissed the back of her hand.

The soft touch of the lips slid across the skin of the back of the hand like a cloud, and Nan Hua's heart skipped a beat for half a beat, and her body froze, as if someone had acupuncture points on her.

After a while, she said, "Good night."

The husband seemed to see her restraint, and chuckled lightly, the laughter was as sweet as the spring breeze blowing through the wind chimes, "Don't be afraid, I don't eat people. It's just that I can't help it when I see Miss Nanhua..."

It was like unplugging a cork, a burst of tenderness spewed out, welling up in my heart.

Nan Hua blushed, like a peach blossom withering in the stream, and quickly slipped away.

She was so surprised that she could still blush.

I thought that this face had been polished long ago, and it was harder than a sword, but I didn't expect such a hard face to turn red because of the husband's words "I can't help it".

"Go to sleep." The husband didn't let go of her hand, "Call me if you have anything to do. This number is open 24 hours a day."

"Okay." Nanhua felt the nostalgia and reluctance of his fingers.

It was the breath of emotion, layers upon layers of warmth.

Nan Hua felt like a cat was scratching in her heart, she couldn't tell what she was feeling, she was faintly excited, looking forward to, and a little sad, even she didn't know why she was sad.

Watching Mr. Song's tall figure disappear outside the door, Nan Hua felt lost.

As soon as he left, the lights in the ward came on.

It wasn't until then that Nanhua realized that it wasn't a power outage, but that the husband had artificially controlled the electricity in this ward because the lights in the corridor were always on.

She saw a check for 1000 million suddenly appeared on the pillow.

It was the one she and Mu Yan sent to Huajiantang.