Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

Soon, Fu Qingyan finished cleaning himself, and he seemed to have recovered his graceful appearance, but the end of his eyes was still slightly red with horror.

Kwon Nai woke up and lay on the bed, her face a little better than the previous day, she opened her arms to the man, her voice was slightly hoarse, "Doctor Fu, want to hug."

The psychological defense line established by Fu Qingyan seemed to be taken away from the foundation in an instant, collapsed and sank, and slammed heavily on the ground, causing a burst of squinted loess.

The man almost didn't hesitate to pick up the person on the bed, put her in his arms carefully and nervously, his eyes full of restraint, and the red bloodshot eyes turned up again.

The big palms surrounding Quan Nai's thin waist trembled, his eyes gradually darkened and darkened, and his pupils curled up in a black whirlpool that ruined the world.

Kwonna hugged his shoulders back, patted and patted softly, with gentle brows, "It's okay, it's okay."

Like a fragile child, Fu Qingyan removed all pretense in front of Quan Nai, and his true face that he had been guarded against was unreservedly unreserved.

I don't know if I heard him wrong, Kannai actually felt the crying in his words.

"Ji Jiaoyue, you can't scare me so much in the future."

He was scared, so scared that his soul was trembling.

Like a lone person walking in the boundless desert, he finally tasted the sweetness of the water, but was told that it was an illusory mirage, out of reach.

He begged heavily in his tone, "As long as you are okay, I can do anything, anything!"

Quan Nai was stunned. She felt the Fu Qingyan in this world, conveying an emotion that transcended space.

First, a needle slowly pierced her heart, then gradually transformed into a sharp blade, wrapped in honey and rubbed sparks, igniting the cold throbbing.

Kwon Nai only paused for a few seconds, nodded, and his voice was dull, "Well, okay, then you promise me that I will practice medicine all my life and heal the wounded. Don't think about the blackened plots in the novels of President Marie Su."

Fu Qingyan didn't understand it at first, and then tasted it.

This is for him to be a good person, even if he is not a good person, he can do good deeds.

The word good is far away from him.

Fu Qingyan only enjoys the picture of the electrocardiogram on the operating table beating up and down, as well as the hideous and subtle sounds of the silver scalpel tearing flesh and blood.

Only in this way can he calm down.

I don't know why, I have been like this since I was young.

It was like being entangled in a demon curse, desperately trying to get rid of it, but in vain, on the contrary, it became more rushing.

Practicing medicine has always been in line with one's own satisfaction.

No good intentions.

Fu Qingyan nodded, a word overflowing from his throat, "Okay."

"Yueyue, I promised you, then you must promise me that you will never leave me, nor... life and death."

Quan Nai pushed Fu Qingyan away, holding his face with a smile, "My doctor Fu has such a haggard face, why am I willing to leave you?"

Fu Qingyan shook her hand back, stubbornly trying to get a promise, or rather, a comfort.

As long as she said it, she wouldn't break her promise.

Quan Nai nodded, "Well, I won't leave Doctor Fu, then can Doctor Fu go back to rest now? You see, I have nothing more to do, or..."

Fu Qingyan looked at Quan Nai's strange eyes, and saw her lift a corner of the pure white quilt.

Kwon Nai tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, with amorous feelings, "My dear Doctor Fu, please go up."