After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

In the evening, she came to give Fu Yanhe the needle, but Fu Yanhe didn't say a word to her the whole time, just like a mute, watching her put the needle on him with a cold expression.

Shen Yanhe gave him medicine, and he took it, and if he wanted to soak his feet, he soaked it.

Just don't say a word to her.

It was also Shen Yanhe's first contact with a man, and she didn't know how to solve this situation.

The two of them are getting along awkwardly, just like the boring gourd.

Sanfang and Wufang stood aside, looking at the two people who hadn't talked much all night. The awkward atmosphere made Sanfang feel that something was wrong.

He carefully touched Wufang with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with the young lady and the young master? Why haven't they talked for a whole night? Are they playing some dumb game?"

"The one that fines whoever speaks first?"

Wu Fang glanced at San Fang inexplicably, and replied: "You must not let the young master hear, or the young master will beat you dumb."

The young master and the young lady are obviously having a conflict.

How could it be playing a game.

Sanfang scratched his head, and carefully glanced at the two people who were still silent.

He doesn't understand.

If it wasn't for playing games, why didn't the two of them talk all night?

Don't they find it boring?

Of course Shen Yanhe felt dull, not only dull, but also a little bit at a loss.

This was the first time someone had a cold war with her.

If Fu Yanhe hadn't helped her so much, she would have just ignored the cold war.

But Fu Yanhe helped her a lot, if she ignored it, it would appear that she was a little heartless.

Shen Yanhe sighed in his heart, and gently massaged Fu Yanhe's shriveled and pale calves because he hadn't stood up for a long time, and asked him softly, "Does this massage feel good?"

Fu Yanhe lowered his eyes, looking at the soft white hands that were massaging his pale and ugly calf in an orderly manner, his throat tightened slightly, but he still didn't speak.

In fact, there is no feeling.

He suffered nerve damage and had no sensation below the thigh.

But for some reason, when Shen Yanhe's hands touched and kneaded it, he could feel a cluster of flames burning weakly, which made him feel the warmth from his calf.

Shen Yanhe paused slightly, raised her eyes to look at him.

Under the dim light in the room, the man in front of him was wearing black pajamas, his black hair was hanging down softly, and the slightly pursed curve of his thin lips revealed a bit of indifference.

It should look like a very cold and fierce man.

But for some reason, Shen Yanhe had an inexplicable feeling that Fu Yanhe in front of him was like a child who was throwing a temper tantrum because he couldn't get candy.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Strange, how could she have such an idea.

Fu Yanhe noticed her gaze, raised his eyes slightly, gave her a very cold look, then closed his eyes again, and didn't take the initiative to talk to her.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

more like.

Forget it.

Shen Yanhe let out a sigh of relief in her heart, because he helped her so much, she should coax him.

She looked at Fu Yanhe, stretched out her hand and carefully hooked him on his knee, with well-knitted, slender fingers like jade.

Feeling the warmth and softness from his hand, Fu Yanhe looked down at her movements, he didn't move his hand away, but he didn't stop it either.

Seeing this, Shen Yanhe moved more and more boldly. She hooked his little finger and entangled her slender little finger with his.

The voice is sweet and coquettish: "I know I'm wrong, don't ignore me, okay?"

Regardless of Sanqi 21, admit your mistake first, and get Mao Shun first.

Acting like a baby again.

Fu Yanhe's throat rolled, and he looked down at the intertwined fingers. His heart was a little hot, and he finally opened his mouth with a hoarse voice: "Don't act like a baby to me, I won't take this."

Shen Yanhe blinked, and deliberately moved a few steps in front of him, getting very close to him, almost touching his thigh.

She raised her head and looked at him with moist cat eyes: "If you ignore me, I won't act like a baby."

Fu Yanhe looked into her beautiful cat eyes at a glance, he sighed helplessly, thinking in compromise.

Forget it.

She didn't want to say it.

As long as she is still his wife, he will protect her.

"Stay away from me," he said.

Shen Yanhe steered the wheelchair backwards: "Okay."

Anyway, as long as he wants to talk to her.

"Nerves in my legs were damaged and I couldn't feel anything from the thigh down."

After Shen Yanhe moved away from him, Fu Yanhe answered her question just now.

Shen Yanhe nodded clearly, took out a small notebook the size of a palm from his pocket, and seriously asked Fu Yanhe how he felt when he went to see his legs before, and asked him for his previous medical records.

Wu Fang, who was working as a log in the dark, went to a safe, took out Fu Yanhe's previous medical record of seeing his legs, and handed it to Shen Yanhe.

When Fu Yanhe suffered a leg injury, he had seen many doctors, both Chinese and Western doctors, and there was a thick pile of cases.

After Shen Yanhe got the case, she didn't rush to read it. Instead, she massaged Fu Yanhe's legs first, and poured out the medicine after the massage.

Only then did I carefully look through the case under the light.

Fu Yanhe's nervous system was indeed damaged, and the neurological damage was too serious for him to be cured by western medicine. If he hadn't met her, the chance of him being able to stand up in this life was really very small.

After reading his case, several sets of treatment plans for Fu Yanhe's legs appeared in Shen Yanhe's mind.

But before treating his legs, the poison in his body must be completely removed. Before the poison is removed, the treatment of the legs can only be prepared in the early stage.

Fu Yanhe was also processing the company's documents in his hands.

But for some reason, he didn't read the contents of the document in a daze tonight, but couldn't help but cast his eyes on Shen Yanhe.

Sitting under the dim light, the girl's skin was as fair as snow, and her black hair fell down smoothly behind her. Occasionally, a few strands of hair fell mischievously down her cheeks. A pair of cat's eyes drooped slightly, and her curled and slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Delicate, small and charming.

Like an elf that landed in his room.

The little elf felt the slightly hot gaze falling on her, and raised her eyes to look over.

But he saw Fu Yanhe seriously looking at the document in his hand.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Delusion?

Shen Yanhe didn't pay attention to the gaze he felt just now, took the pen that was placed aside, and prescribed a new antidote to Fu Yanhe.

She handed the prescription to the third party: "This is a new antidote. My feet are still not healed. It's not convenient to go get the medicine myself. I have to trouble you to make a trip."

Sanfang hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but Wufang who was standing next to him took the prescription first, and said solemnly: "No trouble, it is my honor to run errands for the young lady."

Three parties: "?"

The three parties looked at the five parties with reproachful eyes.

This job is obviously mine, the young lady asked me to run errands!

Without squinting, Wu Fang took the prescription and went out of the room to grab the medicine.

When Shen Yanhe was about to go back to his room to rest, Fu Yanhe's cell phone on the bedside table rang.