After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe was caught off guard in his arms, his unique breath enveloped her, and the force from her waist was so strong that it almost cut off her waist.

Even though he was very close to him, Fu Yanhe still felt that it was not enough, he leaned into her arms again and again, shouting: "Cold..."

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the ice cellar full of ice cubes. The darkness and cold eroded him from all directions, dragging him continuously into the abyss.

He hugged Shen Yanhe as if he was hugging his own sun, he was so stubborn that he never thought of letting go.

Standing behind Fu Yanhe, Qifang saw that his usually indifferent young master hugged the young lady actively, and even rubbed against her, as if he was acting coquettishly, his eyes were about to pop out.

There is a little relief in my heart.

Fortunately, there is the young lady by his side, otherwise, the young master would be the same as before, surviving on his own.

Qi Fang couldn't bear to disturb the two of them, tiptoed, and moved cautiously from the side to the door.

Shen Yanhe didn't have time to distract herself from looking at Qifang. At that time, she was holding up her hands holding the golden needle to prevent the golden needle from piercing Fu Yanhe.

There was a bit of helplessness on the soft white delicate face, and he looked down at Fu Yanhe who was holding his waist, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Can you let go of me first?"

Fu Yanhe didn't say a word, but the hand holding her waist tightened a little, looking like a rascal.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

She moved tentatively, but Fu Yanhe, who was sitting in the wheelchair, still didn't let go, but was led by her so that he was about to fall off the wheelchair.

Shen Yanhe hurriedly stopped, sighed helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "I really owe you in this life."

Walk and can't walk away, earn and can't break free.

Fu Yanhe couldn't be allowed to sit in a wheelchair all night.

Now it is not convenient to ask Qi Fang Wu Fang to come in.

Shen Yanhe had no choice but to temporarily put the gold needle in his hand on the small table beside him, then leaned over and picked Fu Yanhe up from the wheelchair.

Regardless of her slender body, in fact she has been exercising all the year round and boxing, her strength is much stronger than ordinary women, and even many men are not as good as her.

What's more, Fu Yanhe has been sick all year round and has a thin body. Although the scene of hugging him looks a bit funny, no one in the room can see it.

Shen Yanhe put him on the bed, and before he could leave, Fu Yanhe grabbed the collar of his shirt vigorously and pulled it down.

She lost her footing and fell onto the soft big bed.

Before she got up, Fu Yanhe, who was lying on the bed, seemed to have found a heat source, grabbed her with his big hand, and locked her tightly in his arms, hugging her like a doll.

The posture is too ambiguous, and the distance is too close.

She was so close that she could hear Fu Yanhe's heartbeat of "dong dong dong", overlapping with her own heartbeat that was beating faster and faster.

Shen Yanhe held her breath, her ears were reddish, and she couldn't help but move a few times.

But the more she moved, the tighter Fu Yanhe hugged her. He put his face directly on her neck, sprayed his warm breath on her sensitive skin, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Be obedient, don't move."

Shen Yanhe only felt a numbness coming from her neck, and her whole body went limp.

She looked at the pale face in front of her, covered in cold sweat, looking for warmth like a pitiful puppy, and sighed helplessly.

Forget it.

she thinks.

Just let this patient hug for a while.

The surrounding environment was too quiet, and the big soft bed beneath her was too easy to sleep on. Shen Yanhe couldn't help but fell asleep in a daze after thinking about it.

I do not know how long it has been.

On the big warm bed, the two people who were sleeping together finally moved.

Fu Yanhe's slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly woke up from the darkness.

As soon as he woke up, his senses returned, and he felt the soft touch in his arms.

Fu Yanhe's body was slightly stiff, and he looked down slowly.

The little girl in his arms closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, her thick and curled eyelashes were closed, trembling slightly with her breathing.

The soft white and delicate face was pressed against his chest, and the side face was slightly red.

A look of astonishment flashed across Fu Yanhe's face very quickly.

How could Shen Yanhe sleep on his bed?Still being held by him?

He clearly remembered that he was poisoned, and then Shen Yanhe came, and after that, his consciousness was a little hazy and he couldn't remember clearly.

But he still remembered the tenderness of hugging him when he was shivering from the cold.

It's like embracing a round of sun in winter.

So... is it Shen Yanhe who he hugged?

Fu Yanhe pursed his lips and looked at her with lowered eyes. He did not choose to let Shen Yanhe go, but continued to lie quietly on the ground with her arms around her, his eyes patrolling her.

Fu Yanhe's eyes slowly fell on her shoulders, his sharp eyes seemed to have perspective, and he could see the bite marks on her shoulders through the clothes.

His eyes were deep, and he remembered what Qifang reported to him today.

Will it be her?

Fu Yanhe couldn't help thinking, stretched out his hand to gently caress the side of her shoulder with the bite mark, and couldn't help using some strength, as if he wanted to change the bite mark into his own.

If it's her...he seems to be able to accept it?

Shen Yanhe was made uncomfortable by his hand, raised his hand and slapped it open, mumbling in his mouth, and said with a bit of coquettishness: "Don't make trouble...let me sleep again..."

Fu Yanhe was weirdly not angry when she slapped him away, but his gaze fell directly on the wrist that was exposed because she raised her hand to slap him.

There were dense scratches and pinches on the white and tender hands, some of which had scabbed over, and some of the scratches had no wounds, but were swollen.

Terrible on that fair skin.

These injuries were caused by Gan Danxue when Shen Yanhe went to find Gan Danxue to settle accounts.

When she came back, she wore long sleeves to cover up the wound, and she didn't take this small wound to heart, so she didn't deliberately cover it up.

Fu Yanhe frowned, his heart trembled, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand almost uncontrollably, grabbed the fidgeting hand, and pulled it in front of him, holding it vaguely and carefully to avoid touching those scars.

The more he looked at these injuries, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he was slightly annoyed, and the hand holding her wrist exerted a bit of strength.

When did these injuries occur?Why didn't he notice it before?

Why doesn't she love herself so much?

Shen Yanhe was woken up by the pain from her wrist, she snorted, opened her eyes in a daze, and asked him with a nasal voice: "What are you doing?"

"How did you get the wound on your hand?" Fu Yanhe looked at her with a serious expression, and asked very displeased.

Shen Yanhe didn't get enough sleep and was still a little sleepy, so she didn't bother to take her hand away from him.

Hearing his question, he yawned lazily, and said vaguely, "I'm just talking to someone."

It was just a small pinch and scratch, Shen Yanhe didn't pay attention to it.

Fu Yanhe's expression was still displeased, and he ignored her directly, stretched out his long hand, and pressed a hidden button on the bedside table.

Voices from five directions came from inside: "Master, are you awake?"

"Well, bring up the small medical kit."

"Ok."

When they communicated briefly, Shen Yanhe was still drowsy.

She didn't have a good night's sleep in the three days in the hospital, and she was afraid that if she fell asleep, Shen Huai would be killed.

After he came back, he still had to work hard to give Fu Yanhe the needles. He was already exhausted, and now he said that he didn't worry about taking the medicine box.

Seeing her tired eyes, Fu Yanhe didn't bother her, and waited quietly for Wufang to bring up the medical kit.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door from outside.

Wu Fang opened the door carefully, and walked in with a medical kit: "Master, I brought the things."