Rebirth: Fighting the Evil Husband with Steamed Bun

My head hurts and sinks.He tried to open his eyes, but the lids were too heavy.It's better not to die this time, if you die, you won't feel pain.Oh, he is really lucky.

"Uncle Shan is gone?" Whose voice is it?

"How is it possible? After scolding me for a while, I went to sleep with my precious grandson. Damn, I was questioned again." It was that bastard's voice, what happened after he was kicked out, and why he was still by Shan Yao's side .Did Shan Yao send him to the hospital? It's not too heartless, at least he didn't kill him, he still has a son to support.

son?Where are you now?Are you still squatting on the stone pier?No, don't walk around.Dad will find you when he wakes up.

Fusaki desperately tried to open his eyes.

"Hey, his eyelids are moving." There was obvious surprise in the unfamiliar voice.

Then there was a disdainful but suspicious voice: "Cut, wake up when you wake up, what are you doing pretending to be dead, since I am willing to save you, I will naturally not stab you again."

Fu Qi desperately wanted to open his eyes, and scolded Shan Yao.

An unfamiliar voice said reproachfully: "He hasn't woken up yet, he just regained consciousness. You are not sleepy, go to sleep."

He also heard Shan Yao say: "Not sleepy, thinking of this guy lying in my house, I feel so uncomfortable that I can't sleep."

Bastard, I have slept with you for a year, and I haven't seen you suffer from insomnia in that year.

It was still the strange voice: "Forget it. You are afraid that your father will kill you, catch your evidence, and break your dog legs."

"Get out, I haven't been beaten since I was a child. I haven't been beaten since I was a child. What we believe in is the theory that kindness creates talent." Shan Yao said in a smug tone. "Hey, he shouldn't be dead. If it's okay, you can go to sleep for a while, and you should go to work in about two hours."

"It's not life-threatening, but you have to pay attention at all times. If the machine shows any abnormalities, you can wake me up immediately. Also, to be honest, you'd better take him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination to ensure that there are no sequelae." Then came the sound of going out.

Someone was approaching him, the bed trembled, Shan Yao should be the only one in the room, what did that guy want to do, Fusaki's heart rose to his throat.But the ear heard the footsteps away, and then there was a murmur with slight dissatisfaction, it was an unwanted sound.If Fusaki could control his body, he would have clenched his fists and sat up by now.

What is he going to do?Don't just be a child, but also his son, it should be fine, right?Fusaki's heart was completely in his throat.

Sit back again.Fusaki opened it vigorously.

"You're awake. Hmph, what are you pretending to do?" How could I have liked such an unflattering tone in the first place.

"Still pretending, believe it or not, I'll slap you?" Shan Yao threatened and tried, and found that Fusaki only moved his eyelids and hands, and he couldn't wake up no matter how much he scolded and threatened.He sighed boredly, and the corner of his eyes glanced at Fusaki's hands exposed outside the quilt, which were covered in blood.I couldn't see it, so I took out a paper towel and stuffed it under the quilt.Unexpectedly, that hand suddenly grabbed him instead.Feeling cold to the touch, without the warmth of a living person, Shan Yao was shocked at first, and before he could feel sick, he was shocked by an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Fu Qi slowly opened his eyes, stared blankly at the roof for a while, then turned his eyes stiffly to look at Shan Yao: "I, son, no, yes."

Shan Yao shrugged and turned sideways to avoid it.Fu Qi glanced at the child who was sleeping soundly on the imperial concubine's couch, and felt relieved, all the strength in his body was drained again, he closed his eyes and passed out.

"Hey, hello, you guy?" Shan Yao raised his hand to slap, but when he landed, he patted Fu Qi's shoulder lightly instead. "Dead?" Shan Yao raised his eyebrows and pressed the communicator to call Uncle Lin over.

"It's okay, he suffered such a serious injury, young master, do you still want him to stay up all night with you?" Uncle Lin adjusted the speed of the infusion and sat on a white European-style round chair: "Master, you go back to your room Go to sleep, I will watch over for you."

"Who's guarding him? I'm just afraid my dad will kill him." Shan Yao also felt a little sleepy, and yawned with his mouth open: "That's fine, I'll go to sleep. Just watch him, as long as you don't die."

"Understood." Uncle Lin stopped the person who opened the door and went out: "Master, will the child sleep on the couch?"

Shan Yao blinked and asked, "Did Xiao Chu drive away another servant the day before yesterday?"

"Yes, the girl who was in charge of cleaning the house quit."

Shan Yao walked over and picked up the child: "Which room do you live in?"

"The third room in the left-hand corridor on the first basement floor." The wrinkles on Uncle Lin's forehead were squeezed together: "Master, this kid looks like three or four years old, can you leave him in the basement alone?"

"What's the problem? It's not that there are no people on both sides. Oh, do you want him to squeeze into a room with me or with Xiao Chu? It's so dirty, I don't know how many bacteria there will be, Xiao Chu will go out tomorrow Be careful not to let him get close to this child." Shan Yao instructed.Xiao Chu's body has only recovered in the past two years, but don't get sick again.

Uncle Lin narrowed his eyes and looked away.His young master has been obsessed with cleanliness since he was a child. Last night (it was already early morning) he came back with a blood-stained person in his arms. He could understand that the young master didn't want dead people to cause trouble for the old man and the old man, but why didn't he let him hug him just now? The child, without even mentioning it, went directly to hug him.Even though his mouth was still yelling dirty, his actions were so natural.

The young master's old lover lying on the bed does not seem to be simple. There has never been a person who has been abandoned before who can reappear in front of the young master after many years.What's more, Fuqi has long lost the charm of previous years, now he is old and ugly, he looks like a middle-aged man in his early thirties.

On the huge photo on the wall, Shan Yaoxiao's sinister coquettish, V-shaped T-shirt with a wide open collar adds another layer of sexiness.Shan Yao sat up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, and fumbled for the buttons on the wall behind with his other hand.

When he was almost awake, a cup of bamboo salt water was delivered from the rectangular window that opened automatically on the wall.Pick it up and finish drinking it.Only then did I regain my energy, stretched myself, and began to wash and change clothes.After everything was tidied up, I walked out of my room, stood on the second floor, and said hello to Uncle Lin who was fiddling with lunch tableware: "Morning, I am really getting more and more punctual. Have you left peacefully?"

"Master Tong goes to work at eight o'clock. Before I leave, I must tell you. Please treat Mr. Fuqi and Don't. When he comes back, I will tell you something. Make sure that both of them and Xiaochu are present."

Before Shan Yao frowned and expressed some doubts, Uncle Lin said again: "Mr. Fu Qi woke up, just used some white porridge."

"I'll meet him." Shan Yao quickly went downstairs and entered the guest room on the first floor.Uncle Lin and Aunt Xue who brought the soup were both stunned in surprise. Doesn't the young master have to grab the tail of breakfast at this point every time to maintain his health? Why didn't he even look at the dining table this time?