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"Sir, wake up!"

Fu Shiwen slowly opened his eyes, and saw Lin Yu's panicked face, which was wet.

He reached out and wiped away the tears from Lin Yu's eyes.

"I'm fine, don't cry."

Lin Yu held Fu Shiwen's hand tightly. He had never felt so scared before, and his heart was about to jump out of fright.

Lin Yu couldn't take it anymore, and once again saw the important person in his life being killed in a car accident.

Fu Shiwen's eyelids were fighting, he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Yu: "I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep."

The bright red blood diffused from the back of his head, and slowly spread on the ground, like a coquettish flower.

Lin Yu covered his mouth, choked up and could barely speak: "Sir, don't sleep yet, I'll take you to the hospital."

Fu Shiwen looked at Lin Yu and said slowly, "Okay, don't sleep."

Lin Yu took out his cell phone in a panic and made an emergency call.Remember http://m in one second. 42 zw. com

But the more nervous you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes.

Fu Shiwen was really sleepy, his eyes went dark for a while, and he saw Lin Yu's teary-eyed face in a daze.

"Ayu..."

"Sir, wait, I'll call an ambulance, hold on..."

Fu Shiwen opened his mouth weakly: "Ayu... come back..."

Lin Yu was slightly taken aback, looking at Fu Shiwen's pale face, he nodded with tears in his eyes: "As long as my husband is fine, I'm willing to do anything."

……

Fu Shiwen was sent to the emergency room for emergency treatment.

Lin Yu was sitting outside, his white and clean hands were covered with blood, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, his hair was messed up, his clothes were also bloody, and he looked very embarrassed.

Xu Chun went out and bought a cup of warm milk for Lin Yu, "Sister-in-law, have something to eat."

Lin Yu shook his head, even though his lips were dry and white, he didn't have any appetite.

Xu Chun put the milk aside and looked at the operating room with concern.

Ms. Lan and Mr. Fu hurried over.

"What about Shiwen?"

"Auntie, brother, he is being rescued in the emergency room."

The strong woman who was all-powerful in the mall was no longer calm and elegant at this moment, and she limply leaned against her husband behind her.

Fu Shiwen's father, Fu Zhuoping, was a man in his late fifties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, not like a businessman, but more refined like a university professor, and he must have been handsome when he was young.

"What the hell does this happen?"

"It's all right, why did you have a car accident?"

An Cheng stood up, and he looked at Lin Yu with hatred, his eyes were slightly red, "Uncle, aunt, it's him."

Xu Chun frowned suddenly, "An Cheng, don't talk nonsense, don't point randomly."

"What nonsense am I talking about!" An Cheng began to cry, "If it wasn't for him, would Shi Wen have been hit by a car?"

"Auntie, Lin Yu was standing on the side of the road, and Fu Shiwen was bumped just to push him away."

Ms. Lan looked at Lin Yu, her eyes were red, and her grief made her hardly able to think calmly.

"I have never intervened in Shiwen's marriage affairs. He decides everything. I didn't agree with you marrying Fu Shiwen, but I didn't stop it. It's just that I never thought that my son might be involved."

Lin Yu's head drooped, his fingertips trembled, but he was powerless to refute. He understood Ms. Lan's feelings at this time, just like how he felt outside when his mother had a car accident.

"sorry."

"Can I be sorry? Can I make my son as good as ever?" Ms. Lan panted heavily, her face flushed red and her chest trembled violently.

The only remaining reason allowed her to maintain the last bit of education, she pointed to the door: "I don't want to see you, you go."

Lin Yu didn't move, he insisted: "Auntie, I want to wait until the surgery is over."

"Go away, you are not welcome here!"

Ms. Lan suddenly became emotional. She grabbed the milk and threw it at Lin Yu.

The warm milk dripped sticky on Lin Yu's head, making the already embarrassed young man look even more embarrassed.

Fu Zhuoping stopped Ms. Lan, "Xiangwan, calm down."

"Calm down? My son is inside, how do you want me to be calm? You are quite calm!"

Ms. Lan became ruthless, turned her head and slapped Fu Zhuoping in the face.

Crisp applause sounded in the hospital corridor.

"Fu Zhuoping, I'm just such a son. If something happens to my son, you think your illegitimate children outside will be able to play! Impossible, let me tell you Fu Zhuoping, even if I donate it, I won't leave you half a cent! "

Ms. Lan was almost hysterical.

Having been exposed in front of outsiders, Fu Zhuoping's face was very ugly, and he tore off the layer of elegant skin, "Can you stop making trouble! Don't be ashamed!"

"Am I ashamed or are you ashamed?"

Finally, the nurse took them all out.

Lin Yu sat on the chair, his eyes were a little dull, as if unconscious, letting the milk drip from the tip of his hair.

The image of Fu Shiwen lying in a pool of blood couldn't get out of his mind.

The blood on his hands was dazzling.

Xu Chun wiped the milk off Lin Yu's face with paper.

"Sister-in-law, let me take you back and change your clothes. You go back and rest for a while, okay? I'll call you after the operation is over."

Lin Yu shook his head slowly, "I want to wait for Mr. to come out of the emergency room."

Around midnight, the lights in the operating room went out.

The operating doctor came out of it.

"The patient is out of danger."

Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

An Cheng stood up, "Can I go see him now?"

"can."

Ms. Lan and An Cheng rushed towards Fu Shiwen almost at the same time.

Lin Yu looked at Fu Shiwen on the hospital bed from a distance from the door. Even though the husband's head was wrapped with a layer of bandages, his eyebrows and eyes were still so beautiful, with handsome eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, and thin and sexy lips. It's been described over and over again, and I can't get enough of it.

"Sister-in-law, go in and have a look." Xu Chun couldn't bear to see him outside alone.

Lin Yu nodded, he wanted to see Fu Shiwen.

When he opened the door and entered, An Cheng immediately turned cold: "What are you doing here?"

Xu Chun said, "She's my brother's wife, so what's the matter when you come in to see her?"

An Cheng sneered: "Xu Chun, your brother has already signed a divorce contract with him, and he is nothing."

Ms. Lan had regained her composure at this moment, and she gave Lin Yu an extremely indifferent look, "Go out, I don't want to make a second move."

Lin Yu nodded.

He looked at the sleeping Fu Shiwen, and whispered, "Sir, I'm leaving."

……

a few days later.

Lin Yu got up and saw an unread message on his phone.

"Why don't you come to see me? Didn't you promise me to come back?"

Lin Yu watched the news for a long time.

The image of that day when Fu Shiwen pushed him away but was hit by a car kept coming to mind.

After a moment of daze, the image in my mind stayed on the image of Fu Shiwen lying in a pool of blood again.

Lin Yu typed slowly: "Sir, I want to eat something, I made it and brought it to you."

"I want to drink porridge."

"Ah."

Lin Yu got up and made the pumpkin porridge that Fu Shiwen liked to drink. When he came to the hospital, An Cheng was by the bedside.

"Shiwen, open your mouth."

An Cheng held the porridge in his hand and fed Fu Shiwen himself.

Fu Shiwen had a bandage on his head, and drank the porridge that An Cheng fed over in mouthfuls.

"Shiwen, how is it? I cooked the porridge myself this morning."

"It's okay." Fu Shiwen said lightly.

"It's just okay?" An Cheng pointed to his eyes aggrievedly, "Look, I got up so early to cook porridge for you, and I have dark circles under my eyes. My manager will talk about me again later."

Fu Shiwen said with a smile: "Next time, don't do it yourself. Cooking porridge is a waste of time."

"I want you to drink what I made." An Cheng said coquettishly.

Fu Shiwen said: "Don't you have your own business? Don't waste time."

Lin Yu looked down at the porridge in his hand.

Cooking porridge is indeed a waste of time.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing standing at the door, don't you go in?"

Xu Chun happened to come to see Fu Shiwen, but saw Lin Yu standing at the door.

"I'm going in."

Lin Yu smiled on his pale face, put his hand on the handle, and pushed the door open.

"coming."

When Fu Shiwen saw Lin Yu approaching, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Yes." Lin Yu nodded.

"What's in your hand?" Fu Shiwen asked proactively, "Is it porridge?"

Lin Yu put the rice porridge on the table and said calmly, "Sir, yes, it's porridge."

An Cheng glanced at Lin Yu angrily, and pouted unhappily.

"Shiwen has already had porridge."

Lin Yuwen smiled faintly: "Let's put it aside for now. If you are not full, sir, you can continue to drink."

"What flavor?" Fu Shiwen asked more interested.

"It's pumpkin porridge, sir."

In An Cheng's wide eyes, Fu Shiwen said, "Bring it here, I'm not full yet."

Xu Chun opened the insulated box, and the golden pumpkin porridge looked appetizing.

Soon, Fu Shiwen finished eating the whole porridge.

While Fu Shiwen was drinking the porridge, An Cheng left angrily.

Xu Chun sighed, shook his head, found an excuse and left.

Today's weather is fine, sunny and breezy. Fu Shiwen's ward is spacious, clean and sunny.

Lin Yu finished packing the food box.

"Lin Yu, come here." Fu Shiwen called him over.

Lin Yu obediently sat next to Fu Shiwen,

The boy was the same as before, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes that were docile, well-behaved and obedient.

Fu Shiwen stretched out his hand and hugged the young man into his arms, rested his chin on the young man's neck, and gently smelled the faint fragrance of the young man's body. He had never felt so at ease.

"Slim again."

The young man's body became thinner and thinner, Fu Shiwen frowned, "Did you eat well?"

"Have."

"When do you plan to move back?" Fu Shiwen asked.

Lin Yu didn't speak.

"Stay with me tonight."

Fu Shiwen's lips fell on the young man's snow-white neck, and the numb itching made the young man close his eyes.

Fu Shiwen's Adam's apple rolled, and he had been abstinent for more than a month. He kissed Lin Yu's drooping eyelashes, "Is it okay?"

The boy's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito's gnat, "Yes."

...

"Does it hurt? Let me take it easy."

"Sir, it doesn't hurt."