After the flash marriage, it was discovered that her husband was the richest man

Lu Yinghuai was sitting on the hospital bed leaning against the pillows. There was a table on it and a notebook on the table. He was looking at the screen, not knowing what he was looking at.

An Xin's heart was instantly filled with slight loss.

He was indeed free to communicate, he just didn't want to contact her.

Hearing the movement, the man on the hospital bed immediately looked up.

Probably because he didn't expect that the person who appeared here would be An Xin, Lu Yinghuai's dark eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but it just passed by in a flash, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it.

Then he raised a smile and called her in a low voice, "Xinxin, why are you here?"

An Xin was holding a white handbag in his hand, wearing a beige windbreaker and white short leather boots. He just stood at the door without immediately singing a hit. A pair of black and white eyes looked at him quietly.

Lu Yinghuai looked at her, with a hint of helplessness on his handsome face, "What are you doing standing at the door? Come in."

An Xin then raised his feet and walked in.

Ran Ke did not go in with her, but quietly closed the door and waited outside the ward.

An Xin walked to the bedside, put down her bag, then pulled the chair aside and sat down beside the bed.

She lowered her eyes, not looking at him, and had no intention of talking to him.

There was a brief silence in the ward.

Lu Yinghuai stared at her for a long time, then leaned forward to her, "Xinxin," his voice was as low and magnetic as ever, and you couldn't even hear the weakness in it if you didn't listen carefully, "Are you angry? Blame me. Didn't I tell you?"

An Xin raised her head and looked at him, twitching her lips and said, "No."

She thought again of Liu Ling's helpless expression when she talked to her. Although she didn't know whether it was true or false, or whether it was mixed with some truth or falsehood, she was certain that she came to tell her those things specifically to make her angry. .

Judging from the expression Lu Yinghuai looked at her just now, we knew that he might feel that he was really angry, and his helpless expression made her feel helpless too.

She was not actually angry, nor was she not angry at all, but she felt more distressed than angry.

Lu Yinghuai watched her expression changing and reached out to touch her face, "Who told you?"

An Xin looked up at him and smiled, "Oh... Miss Liu came to tell me specifically."

Hearing what she said, Lu Yinghuai couldn't help but smile a little, "Then I guess she must have told you when she told you, and asked you to promise her not to tell me that she told you."

An Xin nodded lightly, her tone was casual but she took it all to heart, "Oh, she did say it, but I don't remember that I promised her."

Lu Yinghuai frowned when he saw her attitude, "Xinxin..."

An Xin's black and white eyes looked at him closer, "Say."

Lu Yinghuai's tone was helpless, "If you're unhappy, you can vent it out, but don't talk like this, okay?"

Not to mention that they know each other well now, but when they first got married, they didn't know each other well. Although she looked very gentle and talkative, in fact, when she was really angry, she would directly express her displeasure. Expressed by losing temper.

He was used to that kind of peace of mind, or in other words, that was normal peace of mind.

An Xin asked, "Then do you think I am happy or unhappy?"

"Heart..."

An Xin looked at him steadily, "If you knew from the beginning that doing this would make me unhappy, why did you do it anyway?"

They looked at each other and said nothing for a while.

For a long time, Lu Yinghuai explained in a low voice, "I was hurt so badly. If you saw it, it would only make you sad and worried about not being able to eat or sleep well. And even though I am still free now, I am actually in prison." It makes no difference. Instead of letting you worry about it, I might as well let you think that I am in prison all the time. Anyway, I originally planned to go find you when the wound is almost healed."

"no difference?"

An Xin repeated the four words he said, with a smile on her delicate face, but tears seemed to be shining in her eyes, "For you, there is no difference?"

If it doesn't make a difference if she can see him every day, then doesn't it make a difference if she can take care of him?

Or is there no difference between her care and Liu Ling's care for him?

Lu Yinghuai's brows suddenly furrowed even more. He reached out and pulled her from the chair to the bed, then leaned over and hugged her.

The man's chin rested on her shoulder, his breath and lips sprayed on her ear as he spoke, and his voice became lower and hoarse, "I don't want you to know this, Xinxin, they paid such a high price and strength, all just to stimulate you and put pressure on you. If I had to choose again, I still wouldn't tell you."

"And what I mean by no difference only refers to where I stretch, not you. Naturally, I want to see you and be with you every moment, every minute."

An Xin closed her eyes and had nothing to say.

What can she say?

He was hurt all because of her, and he chose to do this because he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it.

Does he underestimate her so much?

They had obviously agreed to face something together, but when something happened, he still chose to hide it from her and bear it alone.

This damn machismo!

An Xin remained silent in his arms. Lu Yinghuai felt a little flustered for no reason, "Xin Xin, please don't remain silent."

An Xin raised her wrist and looked at the time on the watch. It was already past ten o'clock and almost eleven o'clock.

"What do you usually eat for lunch? I'll get it for you."

Lu Yinghuai hugged her without letting go, "Just buy some nearby."

An Xin gently pushed his hand away, then stood up from the bed and said calmly, "I don't think Ms. Liu might just buy something for you to eat nearby."

Whether it was the instructions from the person behind it or her own feelings for Lu Yinghuai, she couldn't be so perfunctory.

Lu Yinghuai frowned, but he didn't think so much.

But thinking about what happened to Jian Yu before, he explained, "She said she asked a specialized nutritional chef to make it." After a pause, he added, "Don't worry, she definitely didn't make it with her own hands, because she Can’t cook.”

In fact, he didn't care about this at first. It didn't matter whether he bought it or made it by a chef or someone else. Food was just food.

But An Xin had been very angry about Jian Yu's matter before, and it even made her almost divorce him, so he felt that she definitely didn't like him eating food cooked by other women.

An Xin originally thought that Liu Ling would make it by herself. After all, the level of care between making it by herself and buying it from outside is very different.