After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe's pupils shrank slightly, and her fair and delicate face instantly sank, her bloodshot eyes fixedly stared at the various monitoring video windows, trying to find out the person named Shen Huai from them.

But that person was very smart, and he hid in a blind spot where the surveillance cameras couldn't take pictures. Only a rose-red corner was shown on the surveillance.

She could only watch helplessly as Shen Huai hid from the medical staff and walked toward the blind corner, and when she came out again, she already held a blood-red rose in her hand.

In the short few minutes while he was holding the flowers, Shen Huai's body convulsed and collapsed, and the medical staff rushed over to take him back for first aid.

Shen Yanhe closed her eyes, and the hand holding the mouse suddenly tightened, the hard finger bones were turning blue and white, and the anger and hostility in her heart surged.

Who was the person who gave Shen Huai the flower could not be found in the surveillance footage, so she could only ask after Shen Huai woke up from the operation.

When she asks who is trying to harm Shen Huai, she will definitely let that person feel that life is worse than death!

Shen Yanhe took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the turbulent heart, thanked the security guard, and quickly turned back to the operating room to wait.

Shen Huai is still alive and dead on the operating table, she must accompany him through this hell.

When Fu Yanhe came, he saw Shen Yanhe squatting against the wall, his tender hands hugging his knees, his rosy face was neither pale nor bloody, and the two sides were smiling and clear Maotong even lost her smile and luster, and was staring blankly in the direction of the operating room.

It was like a kitten that had been badly hurt, hiding in a corner and carefully licking its wound, whimpering for comfort.

The man's eyes suddenly darkened, he raised his hand and made a stop motion, and turned the wheelchair to come to Shen Yanhe's side.

Shen Yanhe's astringent pupils rolled slightly, and she slowly turned her head to look at him.

The man in front of him is sitting in a wheelchair, the last button of his white shirt has been unbuttoned, placed on the wrist of the armrest of the wheelchair, the sleeves have also been rolled up, revealing his pale forearm, his extremely black eyes are slightly drooping. Then, looking at her without emotion.

Shen Yanhe blinked her eyes, pursed her dry lips, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry Mr. Fu, I'm afraid I can't give you an injection tonight."

"Go back and rest first, I will stay in the hospital tonight and take care of Shen Huai."

Fu Yanhe didn't speak, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up from the ground.

Shen Yanhe had been squatting for a long time, her legs were already a little numb, but when he pulled her abruptly, she threw herself into his arms and sat on his tight thighs again.

Fu Yanhe skillfully hugged her in his arms, and when Shen Yanhe reacted and struggled, a clear and cold voice like broken jade rang in her ears: "You and I are still husband and wife, I am your other half."

His big cool hands clasped her waist.

The waist under the hand is soft and feels excellent.

His throat rolled down, he opened his mouth, and said coldly: "There is no reason in this world that my brother-in-law is dying, but my brother-in-law goes home to rest first."

Shen Yanhe paused slightly for pushing and shoving, and looked up at him in astonishment.

Fu Yanhe also happened to look down at her with his head down, and his thin, bloodless lips moved slightly: "Also, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me."

"Shen Huai is not dead yet, don't show that expression that he is dying."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

She has a complicated expression.

When did she pretend to be pitiful?

Why doesn't she know?

However, Fu Yanhe's words made her dull mood a lot better, and the big stone that was pressing on her heart was also removed a little bit.

Just then, the lights in the operating room flicked off.

Shen Yanhe's eyes were slightly bright, and she jumped out of Fu Yanhe's arms nimbly, and walked quickly towards the opened operating room.

That flowing movement made Fu Yanhe's eyes flash, and the sight that fell on her back gave him a bit of scrutiny.

Shen Yanhe didn't notice, she was looking at the door of the operating room eagerly, the doctor walked out tiredly, and smiled when he saw Shen Yanhe: "Don't worry, Miss Shen, the operation was successful, Shen Huai has already passed through the special passage Sent back to the ward."

"It's all thanks to the medicine injected by the ern biological laboratory before, otherwise, Shen Huai would be in trouble this time."

"Thank you, thank you doctor." Shen Yanhe thanked with reddish eyes as the big stone fell to the ground instantly.

"This is my responsibility, but during this period of time, Shen Huai can no longer contact the outside world. Any germs from the outside world that fall on Shen Huai's body will be fatal. If he gets sick again, I can't guarantee whether he will still be able to." Save him."

After all, Shen Huai's condition is special, even the bacteria in the air may cause his death.

Shen Yanhe carefully recorded some precautions before parting from the doctor, and followed Fu Yanhe to Shen Huai's ward.

Shen Huai's ward is still the special isolation glass room that he came to last time.

"Mr. Fu, I'll just go in. You wait for me outside." Shen Yanhe said to Fu Yanhe while wearing a protective suit.

Fu Yanhe nodded slightly, yes.

After changing into the protective clothing, Shen Yanhe carried out a comprehensive disinfection with the help of the nurses before pushing open the door and entering the ward, looking through the glass at the young boy lying on the bed and wearing an oxygen mask.

The little boy's eyes were closed tightly, his skin was pale, his figure was thin, and his breathing was weak.

Lying there motionless, as if he had not breathed.

Shen Yanhe's emotions were still tense at first, but when she saw Shen Huai alone lying on the hospital bed through the glass, and she couldn't even hug him or hold his hand, she couldn't tense instantly Living.

Her eyes were red, she gasped lightly, tears fell down in big drops, she tried her best to hold back the crying that was about to burst out of her throat, but in the end she couldn't help but choked up a little.

Shen Yanhe staggered and took two steps forward, gently placed his hand on the glass, and caressed the pale face of the young man on the hospital bed with hazy eyes.

Her younger brother, and her brother who depended on each other for life.

After the onset, she couldn't even hug him.

Outside the door, Fu Yanhe heard the suppressed sobs from inside, his heart felt like he was bitten by something, and there was a slight pain.

He didn't take this feeling to heart, just looked at the closed ward door in front of him, sighed silently, raised his hand and knocked lightly, his voice was cold: "Shen Yanhe, come out."