The abstinence veteran always wants to spoil me

Yu Miao had been in a coma all night and didn't show signs of waking up. Feng Chuanhe wanted to go in to see him last night, but was stopped by a voice, saying that he was in a special period now, and he was not allowed to go in, for fear of disturbing him. , so Fengchuan River waited all night.

Early the next morning, when the sky just dawned, he opened his eyes, covered with red threads, and asked the doctor on duty: "He...how is he now? I can...you can go see him now Is it?"

"Wait a minute," the doctor on duty glanced at the time, and said helplessly, "It's not time yet, I suggest you wait a little longer, and I see your bloodshot eyes and tired mental state, I suggest you It's better to go downstairs to have a meal and replenish energy, otherwise you will fall down before the other party wakes up."

Feng Chuanhe's health has always been good. After all, his blood is noble, and his physique has always been good. Except for the occasional cold and fever, there will be no major problems. Now, compared to his body, the more serious thing is his mental state. Regardless of East, West, North and South.

There are people coming and going in the hospital, and there are already many people on the street at six o'clock in the morning. For Fengchuanhe, who is in a state of confusion and looks like a walking dead, it is inevitably a bit annoying. Originally, he wanted to go out for a meal, but he had no idea. He was stopped suddenly when he went out to the gate.

"It's Fengchuanhe! Oh my god! It's really him! Come out!"

Hearing the movement since last night, the reporters who were waiting in the hospital to take some news saw Fengchuanhe coming out, and they were so excited that they rushed forward immediately, regardless of Fengchuanhe's expression, holding The microphone went over excitedly: "Mr. Feng! Mr. Feng! Here are a few questions I want you to answer! How is the girl you took away from the hotel last night? Who is she from Mr. Feng?"

The reporter waited for a long time, and now they are very excited to ask: "Many people saw Mrs. Feng last night, you were very anxious, hugged her and left in a hurry. It is rare to see Mrs. Feng like this, so nervous alone , May I ask who is that girl to you? Is it important?"

Feng Chuanhe glanced indifferently, but did not answer.

"May I ask, Mr. Feng, you have been single for so many years, and you have never had any scandals with anyone, and you have never heard that Mr. Feng is very close to anyone. Why? It's because you like it in your heart. Can anyone answer why?"

Feng Chuanhe was originally out of his mind. Even though he had come out of the hospital, his heart and soul seemed to be still hanging on the people in the emergency room. This made the sudden noise from the outside a little impatient. Hate people asking about his private life.

"In addition, there are rumors from the outside world...saying...that it is Mr. Feng, you may actually have a sexual orientation...you don't like girls very much, I don't know if it is true?" A female reporter asked a question that many people were curious about. He asked the question very carefully, keeping his eyes on Feng Chuanhe's body and never moving away, for fear that he would suddenly get angry.

But what surprised everyone was that although Feng Chuanhe frowned impatiently, he didn't get angry or angry. Instead, he was absent-minded, and he didn't know if he listened to their words.

So, the female reporter who just asked about Feng Chuanhe's sexual orientation couldn't control her curiosity, and then asked: "There are many opinions from the outside world...all saying that Feng Chuanhe may always prefer men to women. Some...don't know what Feng Boss thinks about these rumors that have no evidence? Would you mind...and deny it?"

Many reporters couldn't help being dumbfounded when they heard this question, and then silently sighed in their hearts to the female reporter who dared to say this. After all, everyone is usually curious, and gossip is gossip, but no one dares to ask so blatantly. Feng Chuanhe's sexual orientation.

After all, liking men or women is a personal hobby. For some respectable people, liking men is a more private and personal matter. Sometimes many things are considered, such as status, fame and fortune, and the influence on oneself in society. Wait, many people will not tell these things to the outside, lest if they are not careful, they may be caught by someone and make a big fuss.

So many reporters were curious. Even if they wanted to know, they would not open their mouths. They were afraid of offending people, losing their jobs, and losing their jobs. Therefore, everyone was silent for a while.

They thought that Feng Chuanhe would turn away with a cold face, disdain to answer such questions, but who knew that he just glanced at everyone indifferently, and said in a deep and cold tone, "So? What's the problem?"

Reporters: "..."

They thought Feng Chuanhe would be impatient or deny it.

But hearing this tone, how do you feel... is it true?

"...Ah?" The female reporter who spoke was stunned for a moment, she obviously thought that Feng Chuanhe would not admit it, her head froze, and she shook her head, "No, no problem, just ask, ask ask……"

Feng Chuanhe was under the eyes of everyone, and said in a cold tone, "I like men or women, does it have anything to do with you? Get out."

reporter:"……"

It really doesn't matter.

After Feng Chuanhe finished speaking, he left with a sullen face.Some reporters wanted to follow, but they were frightened by Feng Chuanhe's icy gaze and stopped walking to explain: "Let's just walk around..."

Everyone could tell that Feng Chuanhe was in a bad mood right now, so no one approached him out of boredom, nor did they have the guts.

"Hey, what should we do now?" A reporter stared at Feng Chuanhe's leaving back and sighed, "This is big news, but just now you saw Mr. Feng's face, who would dare to follow now!"

"Yeah, it's a pity, but it's strange to say it. Since he doesn't deny his sexual orientation, what is the reason why she was so nervous about that girl yesterday? Could it be that his girl is his relative? Relative? But it's not like Ah! Judging from the situation at that time, it is obvious that the wife of the president is right! Anyone can see it!"

"Really, I can't figure it out. Could it be that what he said just now is not true? Or is there something false?"

"Hey, I don't know what these big guys think!"

"But we can't investigate the Fengchuan River, but we can change the route, and we can investigate from that girl!" Immediately, some reporters focused on the girl from last night.

But for the current Feng Chuanhe, he is not in the mood to care about it for the time being. He only knows that Yu Miao is not out of danger yet, and everyone outside his ward

They are all Feng Chuanhe's hidden subordinates, except for Feng Chuanhe and the doctor, no one is allowed to disturb him or see him.

Feng Chuanhe had a simple meal outside, and before leaving, he lowered his eyes and packed a portion with the boss, even though he knew that Yu Miao couldn't eat it at this time, he still whispered: "Put more chicken legs, he likes... "

"Good reward! Wait a moment!" The boss is very happy, after all, there is a lot of money.

When Feng Chuanhe was going back to the hospital with a hot breakfast, he realized that there was a milk tea shop opened next to the street. He couldn't help but think of Yu Miao's happy appearance when drinking milk tea. He said to the clerk in a daze: "Buy milk tea... and milk caps, chocolate flavor, strawberry flavor, mango..."

When Feng Chuanhe returned to the hospital with several large cups of milk tea and hot meals, the doctor who had just come out of the hospital ward was taken aback.

"Mr. Feng, this is..." The doctor looked at the milk tea in his bag and smiled helplessly, "What did you buy? Milk tea? It's still iced. I buy these iced drinks early in the morning. Is it?"

"...No, I don't like it." Feng Chuanhe looked towards the ward where Yu Miao was. He knew that he could go to see him now, but he was a little scared instead. The appearance of blood, I am afraid that he is still lying on the hospital bed dying...

He didn't want to see Yu Miao like that...

He wanted to see the usual Yu Miao who could make trouble, laugh, and swear, instead of lying lifelessly like this now...

"You still buy it if you don't like it?" The doctor was taken aback for a moment, then he reacted, heyed, and sighed, "The patient hasn't woken up yet, he can't eat all the things you bought, and even if he wakes up Now, these milk teas are not allowed to be touched for a short time."

"I know..." Feng Chuanhe answered him with a hoarse voice, his eyes were still bloodshot, "I didn't feed him either."

He just had some naive and silly thoughts, he wanted to buy more things that Yu Miao liked and put them next to the hospital bed, maybe he could smell the smell, maybe he could feel it, maybe he would wake up faster...

Feng Chuanhe also knows that his thinking like this is stupid/crazy, immature, like a child, thinking that putting the sugar aside can attract mischievous children, but at present he doesn't know what to do It's done, he just wants him to wake up soon...

"Hey," the doctor sighed, "You..."

When the doctor was about to say something, Feng Chuanhe had already entered Yu Miao's ward with the milk tea and breakfast he bought. A nurse who was doing a physical examination for Yu Miao just came out and even closed the door for him , only him and Yu Miao on the bed were left in the room.

"Miaomiao..." Feng Chuanhe walked to the bed, looked at the pale-faced person who showed no signs of waking up, his eyes turned red, "I bought your favorite chicken legs... and a lot of milk tea ..."

"If you wake up, you can eat it...you can buy it if you don't have enough..."

The doctor told me not to touch Yu Miao, now his nerves are very fragile, and the condition has not resolved, so try not to touch him.

So Feng Chuanhe sat stiffly on the edge of the bed and stared at him cautiously, not daring to touch him, speaking in a low voice, afraid that he would be startled, and sat for hours, his eyes getting bigger and bigger. The more red, at the end Feng Chuanhe couldn't hear what he said, but felt that his voice was too hoarse.

It's like crying when you talk.

A doctor on duty was concerned, so he quietly opened the door and took a look.

I saw the tall man sitting on the edge of the bed like a child who did something wrong, with his head lowered, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he said to himself: "I was wrong... I really have to reflect on myself seriously this time, When you wake up...I won't annoy you like before...I won't force you to do things you don't like...I'm sorry..."