After marrying a sick CEO, I cured him

"You don't know, but Ranran was very good when he was young. People around him said that he is a good kid. He won't let us worry about him when he grows up."

In the living room, Fang's father was sitting and chatting with Han Zhuo. Basically, the conversation was about Fang Ran.

Han Zhuo listened quietly on the side, occasionally imagining what Fangran looked like when she was a child, and whether she would be the same as she is now, so cute that people can't help but pinch her face.

As he thought, the light in his eyes was soft, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, giving him a quiet and bright look.

Father Fang glanced at him, and then continued: "Han Zhuo, how long have you and Fang Ran known each other?"

When asked this question, Han Zhuo was silent for a moment, thought about it carefully, and then said, "It's been almost two years, uncle."

"Two years." Father Fang suddenly sighed, then nodded, "So, you have known each other for a long time."

Han Zhuo nodded. Indeed, they had known each other for a long time.

Han Zhuo still remembers that when he and Fang Ran first met, Fang Ran was outspoken and lively, just like a child.

There seemed to be no trouble in her body.

But after so long, Fangran has gradually experienced more and more things. She seems to be less and less lively and cheerful than before, and Han Zhuo can also see maturity in her.

Father Fang lowered his head, thought seriously, and said in a calm voice: "Since you have known each other for so long, what do you think of Ran Ran?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Han Zhuo without blinking. He obviously didn't say anything, but Han Zhuo felt the seriousness in Father Fang's eyes.

There is a faint feeling of oppression.

Han Zhuo thought for a moment, smiled slightly, and answered seriously: "I think she is very good. No matter in every aspect, she is excellent. She always brings happiness to others. Stay with her, It seems that there is no unhappy time, of course the most important thing is..."

Having said this, Han Zhuo paused for a moment, tightened his hands on his knees slightly, pursed his lips, and his whole body showed a trace of nervousness at the moment.

Father Fang's eyes have been on him since he spoke, and he also saw Han Zhuo's reaction at this moment.

Seeing him hesitate, Father Fang asked: "What is the most important thing?"

He had a feeling that Han Zhuo would tell him the answer he wanted to know.

Han Zhuo and Father Fang looked at each other, so nervous that they felt their hearts almost jumped into their throats.

Just when he opened his mouth to finish the rest of his words, a voice came from the door.

Han Zhuo's eyes instantly moved to the direction of the door, and Father Fang also looked over.

Fangran and Xie Bei had just returned. Xie Bei was carrying something in his hand. Fangran put her bag aside and changed her shoes and came over. When she saw Han Zhuo sitting in the living room, she was slightly startled.

Father Fang was the first to speak, with a smile on his face, "I'm back."

Fangran said "hmm".

Then she looked at Father Fang and asked suspiciously, "What were you talking about just now?"

Ever since Fang's father said those words to her in the morning, Fangran felt guilty instinctively and couldn't help but ask when she saw them alone together.

Xie Bei took the purchased ingredients to the kitchen and looked at them from time to time.

Han Zhuo didn't say anything. Seeing Fang Ran come back, he was panicking. He looked at Fang's father, fearing that Fang's father would say something, so he spoke first and said, "We were talking about your childhood."

Fang Ran glanced at Han Zhuo, frowned slightly, stared at Fang's father and complained, "Why do you keep saying everything outside."

After Fangran said this, he felt a little awkward. He glanced at Han Zhuo and asked worriedly, "Apart from this, you didn't say anything else, right?"

Han Zhuo was silent on the side, his thoughts stopped on what Fang Ran said just now. Did she mean that she didn't want him to know what happened to her when she was a child?

Han Zhuo couldn't help feeling disappointed, and he lowered his head slightly.

Father Fang coughed lightly, looked at Han Zhuo, then turned to meet Fang Ran's eyes. He chuckled, "Han Zhuo has just arrived. What else can we talk about in such a short time."

Immediately, Father Fang stood up, pointed to the kitchen, and said to Han Zhuo, "Xiao Han, wait until uncle shows you his skills."

After saying that, Father Fang walked past and walked to the kitchen. He looked at Xie Bei who was busy and sighed slightly.

Walking to his side, Father Fang said softly: "Xiao Xie, you should also go and rest nearby."

Xie Bei smiled: "It's okay, uncle, I'm not tired."

He said without stopping the movement of his hands.

Seeing this, Father Fang didn't say anything, just reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Here, Fangran and Han Zhuo looked at each other, and Fangran asked him, "When did you come?"

On the way, Fangran sent Han Zhuo a message, but Han Zhuo didn't reply. She thought Han Zhuo wouldn't come today.

Han Zhuo took a sip of the water on the table, smiled and said, "Not long after I arrived, I was delayed by something on the way."

As he said that, he glanced at Fangran's feet and suddenly changed his position, leaning very close to Fangran.

Fangran stood there and was shocked by his move. Before he could ask him anything, Han Zhuo pulled him to sit on the sofa.

She looked at Han Zhuo in a daze, her heart beating a little fast, and she glanced towards the kitchen to make sure they hadn't noticed what was going on here. Fangran asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Han Zhuo didn't answer, he just lowered his head and stretched out a hand to lift up Fangran's trousers.

Feeling a slight chill under his feet, and because Han Zhuo's behavior was inexplicable, Fangran immediately wanted to escape.

Han Zhuo said at this time, "Are your feet okay?"

Hearing this, Fangran looked at him, Han Zhuo raised his head, their eyes met, and Fangran couldn't help but lower his head.

She moved her feet and nodded lightly.

Han Zhuo: "Let me take a look."

He pulled down Fangran's socks a little, exposing the ankle. The twisted area was not obvious, only a little red.

Han Zhuo frowned slightly and took out something from the white plastic bag on the table. This was medicine he bought specially on the way here. He applied it to Fangran's ankle and rubbed it.

His movements were gentle and he didn't say another word during the whole process.

Fangran silently watched Han Zhuo's serious expression, and unconsciously became addicted.

It was also at this time that it became increasingly clear to her that the man in front of her seemed very different from the man she remembered.

Now Han Zhuo is mature and steady, very attentive to people, and his key appearance is quite good. He is the type that everyone likes.

In the past, Han Zhuo would rely on his good looks to have some connections with many girls.

But for a long time, she didn't seem to hear any girls approaching Han Zhuo.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't react until Han Zhuo spoke.

Then she lowered her head and looked at the ankle that Han Zhuo had applied medicine and kneaded for a while, and asked with some confusion: "How did you know that my ankle was sprained?"