After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe's heart skipped a beat.

She stood up suddenly: "what happened to him?"

Just as Wu Fang on the other end of the phone was about to speak, there was a sudden noise, followed by him exclaiming: "Master."

The call was hung up.

Shen Yanhe frowned, and called Wufang again.

But no one answered.

Shen Yanhe's heart sank. She was afraid that something might happen to Fu Yanhe, so she hurried to the kitchen to say hello to Song Shiwei.

"Shi Wei, something happened to Fu Yanhe, I'll go back first, we will have dinner together next time."

After speaking, she went out.

Song Shiwei's hands were still wet. Hearing what she said, she hurriedly ran out, took the car keys on the coffee table, and chased after her.

"Hey, Xiao He Miao, don't worry, I'll drive you there, now it's this hour, it's not easy for you to take a taxi here."

Shen Yanhe was a little anxious in her heart, and didn't care whether it was troublesome or not. After thanking her, she got into Song Shiwei's car.

Half an hour later, Song Shiwei's car drove into Fu's Villa.

Shen Yanhe got out of the car in a hurry, asked Song Shiwei to send her a message to report her safety after returning, and ran to the building where Fu Yanhe was.

He walked quickly all the way to the outside of Fu Yanhe's room.

Then I saw Sanfang, Sifang, Wufang and Liufang gathering at the door with sad faces.

She took a breath and asked, "What's the situation now? What's wrong with Fu Yanhe?"

Seeing Shen Yanhe coming, Liufang's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and dragged her forward: "Young Madam, you are finally here, we don't know what happened, the young master suddenly locked himself in the room, dinner We haven't eaten yet. We are not allowed to go in."

"He got angry when we went in. Wu Fang's mobile phone was smashed, so go in and have a look at him."

Shen Yanhe frowned, looked left and right to see if there was a fire extinguisher nearby.

Liufang looked at her eagerly, and asked suspiciously, "Young Madam, what are you looking for?"

"Fire extinguisher, smash the door." Shen Yanhe simply said in horror.

The door was closed and she had no key.

Now that she is pregnant again, she cannot do strenuous exercise, so she can only rely on external force to break the door.

Wu Fang silently took out a key from his pocket: "I have the key."

Shen Yanhe didn't bother to ask him where the key came from, so he grabbed the key and opened the door, pushed the door open and entered.

The room was in a mess, the floor was full of shards of glass, and there was a broken mobile phone lying in the corner.

Fu Yanhe was sitting on the bed with a blanket covering his lower body.

As if aware of someone coming in, he raised his eyes, revealing those red bloodshot eyes, looking coldly and bloodthirsty towards the direction of the door, and said coldly: "Get out, who allowed you to come in."

Shen Yanhe didn't make a sound, and approached him while avoiding the shards of glass on the ground.

After getting close to Fu Yanhe, she realized that something was wrong with him.

At this time, Fu Yanhe was covered in sweat, with bulging veins on his forehead, his hands were tightly clutching the blanket, and his slightly closed eyes were bloodshot.

It seemed that he was enduring great pain.

Shen Yanhe frowned, and reached out to feel his pulse.

The hand she stretched out was quickly held by Fu Yanhe.

He seemed to want to throw her hand away, but he seemed to have noticed something, and the hand he had just let go suddenly tightened.

Then he pulled her vigorously in his direction.

Shen Yanhe couldn't help but exclaimed, and her weak body fell into his arms uncontrollably.

In the next second, she felt a pair of big hands around her waist. These hands slightly exerted force, lifting her up like a doll.

Shen Yanhe's buttocks sat on Fu Yanhe's tight thighs, and his whole body was held in his arms.

His slightly scorching breath sprayed in her ears, and his voice was a little hoarse and exhausted after forbearance: "Why are you back? Didn't you say that you want to leave me and go to calm down for two days?"

The tone of the front was quite normal, but when it came to the latter, Shen Yanhe somehow felt a little wronged by it.

Shen Yanhe turned her head unnaturally: "Wu Fang told me that something happened to you, so I rushed back."

She patted Fu Yanhe's hand on her waist: "Release, I'll check it for you."

Fu Yanhe put his chin on the top of her head, and slightly closed his eyelashes, hiding the strong possessiveness and love in his eyes: "Don't let go."

"Let go, and you will leave me again."

Shen Yanhe's heart trembled slightly, and the hand that fell on his warm palm curled up slightly.

Is he really, afraid of her leaving?

Or because of the physical illness, after the brain is not clear, he regarded her as Xia Ran and said to Xia Ran?

She took a deep breath, suppressed the confusion in her heart, and coaxed him softly: "I won't leave, you let me go first, I'll check for you."

Fu Yanhe's eyes flickered, and his pale and slender hands pinched Shen Yanhe's chin, gently lifted her chin, and met her clear eyes.

"You really, won't leave me?"

Shen Yanhe's slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she averted her gaze: "Really."

"You lied to me."

Fu Yanhe looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes became a little colder, and the brows and eyes were extremely gloomy.

When she said this, she didn't even dare to look at him.

fraud.

Shen Yanhe slightly shook the hands hanging by her side, she took a deep breath, looked up at him seriously: "Fu Yanhe, look clearly, who I am."

"I'm Shen Yanhe, not Xia Ran who had good memories with you."

Hearing her words, Fu Yanhe looked at her inexplicably, frowning so much that he could kill a fly: "Of course I know you are Shen Yanhe."

"That's fine, why mention her?"

There was still a bit of disgust in his words, which made what Shen Yanhe was about to say stuck in his throat.

She looked at Fu Yanhe in a daze: "Didn't you just say that you don't want... to leave?"

Fu Yanhe laughed angrily, and pinched Shen Yanhe's chin with a little bit of force, but he couldn't let her relax from the pain: "I'm talking about you."

"It's always been you."

What has been going on in her little head?

His eyesight wasn't that bad, he fell in love with a woman like Xia Ran.

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, not believing him.

fraud.

If it had always been her, she wouldn't have let her abort the child.

The two were silent for a moment.

Shen Yanhe patted his hand again, and changed the subject abruptly: "Let go of me first, and I'll check you up."

Fu Yanhe: "Not loose."

Shen Yanhe laughed angrily, poked her sleeves with two fingers, and found a gold needle.

Without any hesitation, it stuck on the numb point on his hand.

Fu Yanhe let go of his hand subconsciously.

Shen Yanhe left his arms deftly, turned her head with a sullen face, and looked at him fiercely, with a commanding tone: "Lie down, don't move."

It was rare for Fu Yanhe to see her face cold in front of his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and lay down quietly.

Shen Yanhe took his pulse and quickly checked his body.

When he touched his long and slender legs, he could clearly feel Fu Yanhe's body trembling slightly, and there was more sweat on his forehead.

"It hurts?" Shen Yanhe's eyes lit up slightly, and she pressed her lightly again, asking him.

Fu Yanhe nodded indifferently, but his black eyes were a little bright, and he couldn't tell that he was enduring the pain at all.

After spending a few minutes carefully examining Fu Yanhe's legs, Shen Yanhe smiled instead.

"Good news." She said: "The medicine you drank, the medicated bath you took, and the needles you gave have worked. The nerves in your legs are slowly recovering."

"It won't be long before you can stand up."