There aren't many dedicated stand-ins like me.

Fu Ran was not seriously injured, the doctor took out the remaining glass slag, wrapped him in gauze and let him go.

There is no way, if you don't let him go, the doctor is afraid that Fu Ran will burn his consulting room. Fu Ran has Mr. Han in his heart, and he can't sit still for a moment. The bench is like hundreds of thumbtacks. Yes, I still move around when I take the medicine.

Fortunately, the doctor has a good temper and treated Fu Ran's wound patiently. If he changed to someone with a bad temper, he would fight Fu Ran sooner or later.

Fu Ran went straight to the operating room after leaving the consulting room, with big and hurried steps, but stopped the moment he saw Papa Han.

"Hello, Uncle!" He bowed to everyone, bending his waist almost ninety degrees.

Han Yuanzhou looked Fu Ran up and down, and finally his eyes fell on his arm, "Can you still move your hands?"

"Yes, it's fine if you don't do strenuous exercise and take a rest for about a week." He stood in place cautiously, and obediently answered Father Han's words.

Han Yuanzhou nodded, "If it's really inconvenient, ask a nanny to help you cook at home, and don't do heavy work."

"Okay okay."

"Han Chenhe is still undergoing surgery, and he should be out soon. I'm relieved to have you by his side, so I'll leave first."

[Yeah?

Fu Ran was confused, "Uncle, don't you wait for him to wake up?"

"No."

Father Han gave Secretary Gao a wink, Secretary Gao understood, and the two turned around and left in a chic and straightforward manner.

Fu Ran looked at their backs, silently feeling sorry for Mr. Han for two seconds.

Father doesn't care about mother's absence... It's too difficult for Mr. Han.

Mr. Han came out of the operating room half an hour later, he was still not awake, and was carefully pushed to the advanced ward by the doctors and nurses.

Fu Ran stayed by Mr. Han's side obediently. He sat beside the hospital bed, grabbed Mr. Han's wrist, and stared at his face in a daze.

Wow, Mr. Han's eyelashes are so long.

Wow, Mr. Han has such a straight nose.

Wow, Mr. Han's thin lips are kind of sexy.

Wow, Mr. Han is so fucking handsome!

Fu Ran was immersed in Mr. Han's prosperous beauty and couldn't extricate himself. Maybe this is the so-called beauty in the eye of the beholder. He thinks Mr. Han is much more handsome than before.

Little hearts can't be restrained from appearing in the eyes. It seems good to fall in love with someone like Mr. Han. The body can feel good, and there is no shortage of money in life, and there are no parents to obstruct it. Awesome!

Fall in love, fall in love, Mr. Han will fall in love with him when he wakes up!

Fu Ran thought happily.

After thinking about it, he became sleepy. He fell asleep on the edge of the bed, and when he woke up, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

In this situation, he chose to order takeaway, and ordered a whole set of chicken, duck and fish. As soon as he placed the order and paid for it, the man on the hospital bed woke up.

Fu Ran was pleasantly surprised: "It's really time for you to wake up, are you hungry? We'll have something to eat in a while!"

Mr. Han's dark and deep eyes reflected Fu Ran, who was full of joy all over his body. He was silent for a moment, and then said a word from his mouth, "Who are you?"

The smile on Fu Ran's face suddenly froze, and he was stunned for a long time before he could not believe it: "You...you lost your memory?"

"who are you?"

Mr. Han asked again, his voice was cold.

The smile on Fu Ran's face disappeared completely, he put his hands on his knees, lowered his head, seemed very depressed, he said slowly: "You may not believe it, I am your only heir to the property, you sit on a The big chaebol group is a prominent figure in the business world, but you have lost your memory now, and there are many things that you probably can’t deal with. Why don’t you transfer all the money to me through verification methods such as fingerprints or handwriting, and I will help you temporarily keep it. "

Having said that, Fu Ran raised his head, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Without any assets, I really can't afford to lose this memory.

Mr. Han suddenly felt complicated, and finally raised his hand and rubbed his temples very tiredly, "I don't have amnesia, go and help me peel an apple."

Fu Ran's eyes immediately became weird when he heard this, "You don't have amnesia? You don't pretend you don't have amnesia because you're afraid I'll cheat you out of money, do you? If you do, admit it. I'm not an outsider, so there's no need to hide it .”

"..." The corners of Mr. Han's mouth twitched slightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fu, Ran."

"Hey!" Fu Ran replied quickly, "Why do you still remember my name?"

Mr. Han sneered, "If you can't even remember the name of the person you like, that's trash."

Fu Ran said: "You can confess your love, why do you have such a fierce expression?"

"Angry."

"Who made you angry? I'll beat him."

Mr. Han looked at Fu Ran and said nothing.

Fu Ran looked up at the ceiling, "The patterns on the ceiling are really pretty, hahahahahaha..."

Mr. Han had nothing to do with Furan, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Ran knew that Mr. Han was referring to the wound on his arm, so he took out an apple from the fruit plate on the bedside table, peeled it and said, "Of course it hurts, it's no wonder it doesn't hurt if the big piece of glass sticks into the flesh." , it’s much better now, it’s not as painful as before, how about you?”

Mr. Han's head, hands, and legs were all wrapped in gauze, and there were a few thin, thin, shallow scratches on his cheeks. He looked like an unlucky guy who had experienced a major accident.

In fact it is.

Mr. Han's complexion was a little pale, and his gauze-wrapped left hand could not exert any strength. He said, "I'm fine."

Fu Ran lowered his head to peel the fruit, and said in a muffled voice, "The doctor said that the glass almost pierced the back of your hand."

The doctor also said that the tendon on the back of Mr. Han's hand was ruptured and the nerve was damaged. The tendon can heal slowly, but the nerve is not recovering well, so he may not be able to exert himself in the future, and his hand movements may also be stiff and unnatural.

So how could it be okay...

Fu Ran didn't dare to think about it because her chest would hurt.

Mr. Han saw that Fu Ran was sad, and was sad for him.

Even though the wound was still clamoring for pain, he felt happy.

He raised his uninjured right hand and rubbed the top of Fu Ran's head, "It's getting late, can you give me your answer?"

Fu Ran grabbed Mr. Han's hand from the top of his head, "It's okay, don't rub my head, my hair will be messed up."

Before Mr. Han's autism, Fu Ran opened the other's palm, rubbed his face on it, his eyes were shining, star-studded, "I've thought about it, I want to fall in love with you."

Mr. Han was ready for Fu Ran to change the subject again and refuse to face his feelings. He didn't expect that he would get such an answer from Fu Ran.

He squeezed Furan's chin, forcing the other person to raise his head and look at him, his eyes were dark, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Say it again."

Fu Ran rolled his Adam's apple up and down, stared at Mr. Han and repeated: "Han Chenkuang, I want to fall in love with you."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ran laughed, his eyes curved into crescent moons, a blush appeared on his cheeks, and his exquisite facial features were bright and moving.

Mr. Han narrowed his eyes, touched Fu Ran's soft and full lips with his fingers, and rubbed it carefully, "Fu Ran, you have made up your mind."

"Hmm..." Fu Ran showed hesitation.

Seeing this, Mr. Han thought something was wrong, moved his hand to Fu Ran's collar, grabbed the other party's collar and dragged him to himself, and sealed the other party's lips before Fu Ran could react.

Anyway, just keep your mouth shut.

Fu Ran lay on Mr. Han's body and kissed Mr. Han in an awkward posture. After a while, he was so dazed by the kiss that he didn't know what day or night he was or what his last name was.

It is worth mentioning that the only remaining sane thing in him was to pay attention to Mr. Han's wound, for fear that he would bump into him.

The same is true for Mr. Han, who seemed to be kissing fiercely, but in fact he devoted a little energy to protecting Fu Ran's injured arm regardless of his care.

— After the kiss was over, Fu Ran's face was flushed, his eyes were filled with mist, his lips were wet and swollen, and his chest fluctuated, making him look even more attractive.

If it weren't for the inconvenient movement with a pile of gauze wrapped around his body, Mr. Han would like to deal with Fu Ran now, as happy as he can be, preferably the one who can't get out of bed the next day.

Perhaps Mr. Han's eyes were too revealing, Fu Ran carefully pushed the other away, took the chair and moved a few inches, raised his chin to signal Mr. Han to look at the bed, "You just pulled me suddenly, Apple fell off the bed, it's okay I put away the fruit knife in time, otherwise you may have been stabbed again with your old wound still unhealed.

A look of annoyance flashed across Mr. Han's face, "I'm sorry."

Compared with being stabbed, he was more worried about getting Furan injured.

Fu Ran said arrogantly: "It's fine if you know you're wrong, be good, brother will bring some candy for you to eat next time."

"Huh?" Mr. Han raised his eyebrows.

Fu Ran hesitated: "Slip of the tongue, what I said is that next time your darling will bring you candy."

The corners of Mr. Han's lips curled up slightly.

Fu Ran looked at Mr. Han and shook his head, "You look so handsome when you smile."

Mr. Han beckoned Fu Ran to approach him, Fu Ran obediently leaned over, put his ear on Mr. Han's lips, and Mr. Han whispered: "I will only smile at you from now on."

Fu Ran said seriously: "I advise you not to make promises, you should smile at others occasionally, especially in public places, and there are many kinds of laughter, grinning, sneering, sneering, wry smiling, etc. These different kinds of smiles express You have a lot of emotions, if you keep a straight face all day long, people will suspect that you have facial paralysis, and facial paralysis is a disease that can be cured."

Mr. Han sighed in his heart, thinking that he had learned so many obscene words, most of which he said were in vain, but Fu Ran could always carry out the incomprehensible style to the end.

Mr. Han didn't want to discuss the issue of facial paralysis with Fu Ran, he said, "Shall we go abroad to get married next month?"

III

Fu Ran was startled, "Brother, are you too anxious?!"

Mr. Han said deeply: "Nights are long and dreams are many."

This is still the experience taught by his father. Now that he has strengthened his heart and identified the person, he should take him home as soon as possible. If it takes a long time, he might be poached by some heartless person.

Fu Ran said: "My mother doesn't know about us at all."

"Then tell her."

"What if my mother doesn't agree?"

Mr. Han thought for a while, "Elope?"

Fu Ran was speechless, "Take a look at your identity before you tell me to elope."

Mr. Han pinched Fu Ran's face, "Then influence her slowly, and I will always be by your side."

Fu Ran smiled with eyes wide open, and pinched his face obediently, "Yeah."