120: C120 Later That Night Give Me a Hug

C120 Later That Night Give Me a Hug

Her soft and delicate little hands had been hitting his face, and her soft voice had a sobbing tone that sounded unprecedentedly coy.

Fu Sihan only had a moment of blurry consciousness. After that, he closed his eyes to rest because his body was too painful and tired. He did not expect to see the woman looking at him with red eyes when he opened his eyes.

Tears filled his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, she broke into tears and laughed. Tears rolled out of her eyes and fell to the side of his lips.

She licked her lips. Apart from being salty, there was also an indescribable feeling.

"You aren't going to run? What should we do if that person chased after us?" Fu Sihan asked with a weak Qi.

Wanwan did not think about this question at all. She asked in a daze, "If I leave, what will you do?"

There was a piece of Fu Sihan's heart that seemed to have collapsed completely.

Calamity and fortune depended on each other. This was like a pleasant surprise.

His body was clearly weak, and not only had he been shot, but he had also suffered many injuries because he had jumped out of the car. He did not know how much strength he had used. He used his left hand, which was still able to move, to grab the back of the woman's head and suddenly pressed it down.

In order not to press down on him, Wanwan's hands hurriedly supported him by his side.

Her mouth was held by the man.

This kiss was even more intense than the one in the parking lot.

However, it also revealed a gentleness that she had never experienced before.

"Wu! Wu..."

Wanwan wanted to push him out after she recovered from her shock. However, she did not dare to argue with him. She was afraid that she would hurt him.

Until he could not sustain his physical strength due to the serious injury and ended this intense kiss.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? You are injured and you still...! You just lie there and don't move! "Wanwan did not know what to say to him.

Sex made one lose consciousness. It was probably for this kind of person who was not afraid of death!

Fu Sihan saw her embarrassed and angry appearance and could not help but smile. He asked worriedly, "Are you hurt?"

Wanwan shook her head. He protected her very well.

"Call Shang Junchi or Shao Zian." Fu Sihan licked his lips. The excessive blood loss made his lips turn pale.

The cars in the distance collided with each other, and flames filled the sky. Fu Sihan jumped out of the car and shot back. The man did not manage to jump out of the car in time and could only die in the car accident.

...

Shang Junchi and Shao Zian quickly rushed over and called an ambulance at the same time.

Fu Sihan had fainted when he was carried onto the stretcher, but his left hand was still firmly holding Yan Wanwan's hand and did not let go no matter what.

"Young people nowadays, no one is snatching women from you!" The middle-aged doctor sighed and shook his head.

Wanwan was very embarrassed at the side. She followed him to the ambulance. The doctor took emergency measures while removing Yan Wanwan's hand from Fu Sihan's hand.

Wanwan looked at the man's subconscious hand that was still tightly clenched. It was as if something had dug a hole in the firm heart room that she had built. An unfamiliar light shot in from the small mouth.

Behind the ambulance was Shao Zian and Shang Junchi's car.

This surgery lasted for six hours.

Not only was Fu Sihan shot in the back of his waist, but his body also had fractures and serious scratches. It could be said that his previously willful left hand was the only part of his body that was considered to be in good condition.

After the surgery ended, Fu Sihan was transferred to the VIP ward. The entire floor was booked. Other than a few top doctors and nurses, all of them were bodyguards.

Wanwan stayed in the ward to wait for him to wake up. Shang Junchi and Shao Zian were the fastest to investigate what happened tonight.

The finger on the clearly defined bone on the hospital bed moved.

Fu Sihan's physical fitness was better than ordinary people, and he woke up two hours earlier than the doctor had expected.

His body could not move under the effects of the anesthesia. Fu Sihan turned his eyes to look for someone. When he saw a soft piece of hair next to his hand, he finally felt relieved.

Yan Wanwan did not sleep for the whole night. When Fu Sihan performed the surgery, she was waiting outside. When he transferred to the ward, she also stayed by the bed. She gradually lost her strength and fell asleep.

The sleeping position by the bed was not comfortable. Wanwan turned her head and continued to sleep.

Her seaweed-like hair spread out, revealing a woman's beautiful face, cherry lips and nose. Her eyelashes curled up like butterfly wings. Her eyebrows were tight and she could not sleep soundly.

Fu Sihan's mind recalled what she looked like last night - she obviously did not know how to race, but she was able to drift. She was obviously scared to the extreme, but she pretended to be calm on her face - Yan Wanwan, who was tough and had unlimited potential. This was the first time Fu Sihan had seen her.

And the thing that moved him the most was, without a doubt, she was looking at him with teary eyes.

She said, I'm leaving, what will you do?

Before this, no matter what happened, no one had ever thought that he should do it.

Fu Sheng married his mother for the sake of power and status. He was still roaming the flowers outside, bringing his illegitimate daughter and illegitimate son back to Fu Family. His delicate mother was crying and asking him, what should she do?

That year, Fu Sihan was only six years old.

Fu Sheng treated Fu Manhua as his precious treasure and loved Fu Yangqian. He only gave up on Fu Sihan and Fu Nanzhu and did not want to take another look at them. The five-year-old Fu Nanzhu asked him why his daddy did not like him. What should he do?

That year, Fu Sihan, who was also not liked, was only seven years old.

What should he do?

It had always been others who threw this problem to him, asking him to give the best solution.

Only Yan Wanwan would ask him what he should do.

In the afternoon, his eyes were tranquil and seductive.

Fu Sihan's arm gradually felt something. He carefully lifted the strand of hair on Yan Wanwan's cheek.

Wanwan seemed to have sensed something and suddenly woke up.

She looked straight at Fu Sihan and looked at the man on the bed for a few seconds. Her blank brain finally worked.

"You woke up so quickly? " Wanwan was surprised and happy. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Does the wound still hurt? Are you hungry? Young Master Shang and the young master said that they would come back to see you later. "

"My wound hurts."

Since young, this was the first time the proud Fu Sihan had mentioned pain.

Actually, this kind of pain was better than nothing to Fu Sihan.

"Where do you feel pain? I'll call a doctor for you!" Wanwan was shocked and her gaze swept across his body. There were injuries all over his body.

"Not a doctor."

"Huh?"1

"[Give me a massage.]" Fu Sihan said.

Wanwan's eyebrows trembled. If it was another man who said this, it might be a joke. However, Fu Sihan's face was pale and there was no expression or emotion on his face. Wanwan was not sure.

"No." She shook her head and explained seriously, "If you rub it, the wound will crack and it will not be good for healing."

Fu Sihan closed his eyes and covered the smile in his eyes. His shoulders under the blanket trembled slightly, and he was holding back his laughter.

Did she not understand what he meant? How could he say such a thing in all seriousness?

"Then give me a hug." Fu Sihan took a step back and asked for the second best, as if it was easy to negotiate.

Wanwan stared at him. She wanted to get angry, but she could not get angry. He was already injured like this, but he was still not serious!

Wanwan pressed the beeping device on the bedside table.

The attending physician quickly rushed over to examine Fu Sihan. It was a young and beautiful female doctor.

Wanwan felt that she looked a little familiar. After a moment, she remembered.

"You are not... You are not the servant from First-class Garden..."

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