133: C133 Wiping His Body

C133 Wiping His Body

Was it her own negligence?

That shouldn't be the case... Could it be that she didn't feel uncomfortable all day?

Wanwan couldn't think of a reason, so she could only push this problem aside and take a bath.

Halfway through the shower...

...

Wanwan's skin was sensitive. The dust and mites would cause her skin to become slightly allergic. After scratching her skin, it would leave traces on her fair skin.

Could it be that she unconsciously scratched her chest at night?

If that was really the case...

Wanwan prayed in her heart that Fu Sihan must sleep very soundly last night and did not notice her "wretched" behavior!

On the other side.

Bai Shu changed the medicine and instructed Fu Sihan to leave the room after a few words.

Fu Sihan sat on the hospital bed and looked at his left hand. His fingers were long and slender, and then...

Obviously...

These hands...

He refused to admit that he was wretched and that he had touched his legitimate wife.

In the beginning, Fu Sihan didn't think that he would be so... proactive.

However, after the woman fell asleep, he felt that sleeping was not only uncomfortable, but also bad for the body.

He kindly helped her... When he came back to his senses, his hand was already...

Her skin was even more delicate than he had expected. She had left marks on her skin before she had even exerted her strength.

Such a fragile creature was suitable to be pampered by him.

As long as she was obedient, he could pamper her to the heavens!

Fu Sihan was unwilling to stay in the hospital. On the third day, he clamored to leave the hospital. Fortunately, his bodily functions were several times stronger than ordinary people. Bai Shu finally allowed this willful patient to leave the hospital.

But he had to sit in a wheelchair.

Ten years ago, he almost ruined his car accident and did not let him sit in a wheelchair. Now, she actually let him sit in a wheelchair?

Impossible!

"Third Elder Brother, I'll push you." Wanwan pushed the wheelchair in and stood there softly.

Fu Sihan twisted the word "no" around his mouth and swallowed it back.

When he saw Fu Sihan obediently sitting in the wheelchair and being pushed out by Yan Wanwan, the one who was the most surprised was Shang Junchi.

Shang Junchi and Fu Sihan had known each other for more than ten years. The accident ten years ago had accompanied Fu Sihan for a long time. At that time, he did not have many good places on his body. He would rather use his walking stick than sit in the wheelchair. When he saw outsiders, he endured the pain and did not leave any traces of weakness.

Now, he was actually willing to sit in a wheelchair? !!

Wanwan carefully took out a thin blanket and placed it on Fu Sihan's lap.

This kind of dressing was simply a standard match for a disabled person.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Sihan coldly swept his gaze over.

"N-nothing!"

There was a small person in Shang Junchi's heart who was shouting: Sister-in-law is awesome!

Steward Lin had been anxious for a few days in First-class Garden.

Just as the Rolls-Royce phantom stopped in front of the porch, Steward Lin went up to greet it.

"Young Master, are you alright? This is an accident, how can I explain it to Old Madame!?"

"Grandma knows?" Fu Sihan asked.

"Of course not. I didn't even dare tell Old Madame. I was afraid that she would have a heart attack." Steward Lin saw that Fu Sihan's complexion was not bad and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Lin is relieved. It is not a big problem." Fu Sihan used eight simple words to explain his condition.

Wanwan felt guilty and grateful to Fu Sihan. She guessed that the man who had shot her that day had come for Fu Sihan. After all, he had a gun with him. With her current status, she could not afford to offend someone like him.

However, no matter what, if it was not to protect her, Fu Sihan would not be so passive.

This kind of situation. It could be said that there was nothing wrong with it.

Under this kind of care, Wanwan gradually got used to getting along with Fu Sihan, even though most of the time she saw him as a patient and a benefactor.

The competition of Top Road was about to begin. After Wanwan saw the arrangement of the organizers, Yan Wanwan did not have an agent now and everything had to be settled by herself. It was already two hours after they returned to the master bedroom.

Fu Sihan sat on the large bed of OvenSize and looked at her.

"Third Elder Brother, do you need anything?"

Fu Sihan had been working on the bed for the past two days. His room usually did not allow servants to enter casually. The documents were all brought in and out by Wanwan. Occasionally, she even had to translate in French.

She felt that this man probably did not want to waste his time reading French.

"I want to take a bath."

It wasn't "I want to" but "I want to."

"Third Elder Brother, your wound cannot be stained with water." Wanwan tried to persuade him. She was in her twenties, so she must know this.

Fu Sihan looked at her and said, "Then help me wipe my body."

"Wash... your body? "

Wanwan almost bit her tongue. In her mind, she recalled the scene of the beautiful man she saw the first time she saw him. The lines of his muscles were smooth and it made people vomit blood.

"I, I will go and ask the maid to help you." After Wanwan said that, she quickly walked out.

Fu Sihan stopped her. "Mrs Fu, do you want others to see your man's body?"

"I can call a male servant!" The body structure of the same gender was the same, and Fu Sihan had the ability to make the same sex feel inferior.

To put it bluntly, Wanwan did not want to help him wipe his body.

"Male is even worse!"2

"You want a female servant?" Wanwan asked.

"Yan Wanwan!" Fu Sihan's face darkened.

As long as the conditions permitted it, Wanwan herself had to bathe every day. According to her observation, Fu Sihan still had some slight mysophobia. Being able to endure for three days without washing was already his limit.

Now, some of the gauze on his body that was slightly injured had been removed. As a "nurse," not cleaning his body did indeed seem to be... unjustifiable.

Wanwan sighed and braced herself to go to the bathroom to water.

Wanwan placed the basin filled with hot water on the head of the bed. There was a towel on her white arm.

... "Can you close your eyes?"

Fu Sihan's eyes paused on her blushing face and ordered, "Take off your clothes."

Wanwan sighed in her heart. When this man became strong, there was no room for negotiation.

Her fingertips touched the man's collar and trembled uncontrollably.

He was wearing a dark blue square dress and did not unbutton a button. Wanwan held her breath for a while.

The man's beautiful pectoral muscles were exposed and every inch of his muscles were clearly defined.

Wanwan felt like she was acting like a hooligan.

Until she saw the white gauze wrapped around his abdomen, this kind of shyness completely faded away.

Under the gauze was a gunshot wound.

When he took off his shirt, he could clearly see the various scars on his shoulders and arms. Most of them were the external injuries that he had caused to protect her after jumping out of the car.

Fu Sihan's eyes fell on Yan Wanwan's body without hiding anything. He could clearly see that she had changed from shy to guilty. He could not tell what kind of feeling she had in her heart.

"Not wiping?"

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