Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

Hum——

A vibrating sound dissipated the ambiguous breath in the air, breaking the tightly stretched string.

Fu Qingyan casually put down the pen, and lightly tapped the cold cell phone screen with his white and slender finger, and put it to the white ear.

"Ok."

The man's voice was cold, as if floating in the air, clearly close at hand, but he couldn't touch it.

"Okay, right now."

Fu Qingyan hung up the phone and got up, picked up the notebook on the table and put it in the drawer, and adjusted Li Xuebai's cuffs.

Kwon Na was already lying on the sofa, looking at him lazily with his dangling calf.

"What's wrong with Doctor Fu?"

The man adjusted his clothes and changed into a pair of pure white sneakers in the hallway. "A factory on the outskirts of the city exploded. The hospital has sent many patients and needs to be dealt with.

Kwonna frowned, her expression a little worried, "Then when can you come back?"

Fu Qingyan put his long fingers on the door, his fingertips were slightly red, and his eyes were cold under his slender eyelashes, "I don't know."

"Then I wait for you."

The little girl ran to the door, and while Fu Qingyan didn't pay attention, she stretched out her hand to wrap around his thin waist.

Across the shirt, Kwon Na raised his head and put a kiss on his beautiful back.

"My Doctor Fu, goodbye!"

In the first two words, the girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she didn't even hear it.

Fu Qingyan opened the door and stepped forward with long legs, "Put your shoes on."

A door separates the two.

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Fu Qingyan's arrival is undoubtedly a shot of the heart surgeon.

The long black eyelashes were hanging slightly, and the bottom of his pupils was extremely calm and thin.

The long fingers with distinct knuckles are wrapped in sterile gloves, and they fall down with a skillful and smooth movement that does not affect the beauty in the slightest.

The ink-colored pupils glided over the ruthless streamer, and fine beads of sweat floated to his forehead.

The voice was calm, "Wiping sweat."

Three hours later.

"You come to the end."

Fu Qing said, looking at Liu Xuechen.

Liu Xuechen nodded, still lamenting the textbook surgery operation in his heart.

Just out of the operating room, a little nurse ran up not far away.

Seeing the man, his heartbeat couldn't help but miss a beat, almost forgot the purpose of coming.

"Doctor Fu, there are a few more operations, look..."

Fu Qingyan blinked his deep pupils carelessly, rolling his apple up and down, "Well, I see."

By the time the work is over, it is already noon the next day.

Fu Qingyan sat in the office, rubbing his temples with his long fingers, his eyes under his long eyelashes were slightly tired.

For a long time, he raised his head, put his hand on the mouse, and scanned the data on the computer.

"Lao Fu," Liu Xuechen pushed in, "Lao Wang asked you to go back and rest. You hadn't closed your eyes a few days ago. You were given a vacation yesterday, but you came here for surgery at night. If you go on like this, your body will be overwhelmed."

Fu Qingyan's gaze fell on the computer screen, and his sharply defined face was covered with a faint red.

"Fu, I'm talking to you, you... why are you so hot? Have a fever?"

"Fu Qingyan! Hello!"

Doctor Fu fell on the chair.

Then, Liu Xuechen couldn't hear what Liu Xuechen said.

When he woke up again, he was lying at home.

Fu Qingyan opened his narrow eyes, the mist from the bottom of his eyes cleared, and the furnishings in his home gradually became clearer.

The slightly white lips pressed unconsciously, and the eyelashes trembled.

The soft long sleeves on the man's body are somewhat wrinkled, because lying down, the beautiful and slender neck is completely exposed, extending down, and the skinny clavicle is revealed.

It makes people think... take a bite.