Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 114 He said, I'm sorry
Zhou Shan's cell phone rang suddenly, but it was the driver of Fu Jing's driving car who called, saying that the husband had left some important documents in the hotel and needed to go back to get them, and asked Mrs. Fu to go ahead.

The rain curtain outside the car window almost blocked the entire line of sight. Mrs. Fu tried hard to distinguish Fu Jingxing's car, but she couldn't see it clearly.

She felt uneasy for no reason, and her heart seemed to be sinking slightly uncontrollably. I hope, it was just her ridiculous idea.

The car was speeding forward in the rain, Fu Jingxing looked at the windshield wipers that swung rapidly, even so, his vision was still blurred.

But he ordered in a deep voice: "Hurry up."

At [-]:[-], Fu Jingxing's car turned back and parked outside the hotel.

Nie Yanrong sat on the bed in the ward, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, and the envious words of the nurse and nurse, and slowly drank a bowl of porridge.

Zhang Zhu sent Gu Heng out with strength, but within a few steps, he was sweating profusely, soaking his pajamas.

At 35:[-], Fu Jingxing stood outside her room.

There was no one behind him.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded when she was dizzy. She thought it was Gu Heng who had turned back, supported herself to get out of bed, and walked over to open the door: "...Is there something wrong, Gu Heng?"

Her cheeks were flushed, her voice was weak, with a strong nasal voice, she was holding the door frame with one hand, while covering her lower abdomen with the other, she was so thin that her jaw was pointed.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, removed her hand from the door, put it around his neck and put it on his shoulder, bent slightly, and put the other hand under her hip, and with a little effort, she felt light and fluffy. She picked it up.

She felt hot and cold for a while.

He closed the door behind him, hugged her and walked straight to the bed. She couldn't exert any strength with her fingertips, but she pressed against his hard chest softly, but it seemed that she was about to welcome and refuse.

He leaned over and put her on the soft bed, but his hard arm was still under her, refusing to pull it out.

She had lost too much weight, and the bones on her back protruded against his strong arms, making her shake her head in pain.

He bent down and looked at her disheveled hair and snow-white face, her lips were pale, but her cheeks were strangely red, her thin skin on her arm was hot and branded his muscles, she was like fire, A handful of dancing fires would burn him to ashes in an instant.

"You go away..."

Her voice was hoarse, almost squeezed out of her throat.

He lowered his head, his forehead pressed against hers, and the tip of his nose touched hers. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: "I'll wait for you to take the medicine."

How could she take medicine? The one in her stomach was already extremely fragile, and she couldn't stand any troubles.

"Ate……"

She murmured, the sound was so painful in her burning throat, she couldn't help a dry cough.

He turned his face away in a panic, but he held her face in his hands, and kissed her slightly chapped lips lightly.

She was startled, and looked at him with wide eyes, but only took one look, then closed her eyes and tried to push him away.

She was sick, so how could she have such great strength, but she pushed him, and he stood up.

"Sorry, this is the last time to pester you."

He fixedly looked at her, as if he wanted to keep her appearance in his heart at this moment, and remember it firmly.

The rain stopped, and the dripping eaves dripped, knocking on the glass.

It's ten past five.

Mrs. Fu was sitting beside Nie Yanrong's bed, holding her hand, and said softly, "Jing Xing was in a hurry to pick you up early in the morning, but unexpectedly, there was a traffic jam on the way, and he left behind important documents, so he asked me Hurry over here first, he must be here soon..."

Nie Yanrong smiled palely: "Of course business is more important."

"Silly boy, you are not as important as your official business. He is thinking about you in his heart. I can see it."

The corners of Nie Yanrong's mouth twitched slightly. She used to be able to deceive herself and others to be happy for a while with these words, but now she only finds them disgusting and ridiculous.

"Where is my third sister?"

He wasn't here, and she didn't come either. Could it be that he couldn't stand it these few days, and whoever seized the opportunity would go to make firewood?

Mrs. Fu thought of Zhangzhu's pitiful appearance, and her words brought out a bit of pity: "The child is sick, Gu Heng said, he caught a cold and had a high fever, and he couldn't get up while lying down. Today she I can't go with us either... I was still a little worried about her, thinking that it would be better to keep Zhou Shan, so I could have someone to take care of her..."

"Are you seriously ill? It's all because of me. My little sister can't stand it after staying up day and night. I'm really a sinner..."

Nie Yanrong looked regretful and distressed, and shed tears anxiously.

"How can I blame you, silly boy, who doesn't feel sorry for you when you have such a big accident, Miss San just has a cold and a fever, it's fine, don't worry..."

Nie Yanrong nodded, but she still looked worried: "Little sister has always been spoiled, and everyone surrounds her when she is sick. She has never been alone. I am really worried about her. Why don't I go and see..."

She barely managed to get out of bed and walk for a few minutes today.

How could Mrs. Fu agree, and said with a stern face: "Don't mess around, how can you bear the toss when you can just walk a few steps on the ground? The third lady is almost 20 years old, can't she take care of herself? You don't have to worry about it, I will let Zhou Shan pay attention."

Nie Yanrong saw the uneasy expression on Mrs. Fu's face, she pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Isn't she used to acting delicate, she let the whole world know that a girl like Nie Zhangzhu cannot afford the responsibility of being a wife.

After all, few mother-in-laws like such a delicate and inseparable daughter-in-law.

There was a knock on the door, and Fu Jingxing walked into the ward with a faint dampness all over his body. Mrs. Fu smiled relievedly when she saw her son came back: "...you accompany Yan Rong, I'll go to the bathroom."

Nie Yanrong raised her eyes to look at him, and saw that he nodded calmly, but her eyes moved aside, and fell on the fine folds of his shirt on his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)