159: C159 Last Night It Hurt You

C159 Last Night It Hurt You

"Fu Sihan, if Wanwan didn't call me to leave her alone and not interfere, I really... Heh, a person like you! "

When Wanwan was bathing, she remembered that there was an intelligent voice calling system beside the bathtub. She called Sheng Yan to tell her that she was safe. She originally wanted to lie and say that it was not a big deal, but who would have thought that she had already found First-class Garden.

"Yan, I had already thought of an even worse outcome before I married Fu Sihan. I married him because I was not equal to him in the first place. He was forced to marry me. I was forced to marry him, so it doesn't matter. Be good, don't panic. " Wanwan told Sheng Yan like this.

Yan Wanwan was conservative because she did not trust her feelings.

She was not inflexible. Her body should have been handed over to Fu Sihan a long time ago.

What made it hard for her to accept was disappointment.

She had clearly started to break down her mental defenses. She thought that even if it was a marriage without a relationship foundation, she could still get along harmoniously with him.

Indeed, it was because she was too self-righteous and ridiculous!

...

Wanwan hated this kind of moment when she woke up from a coma.

Her entire body was weak and the light was glaring.

What was even more glaring was this face in front of her.

"Do you want some water?"

Fu Sihan brought a cup of warm water and held Yan Wanwan's back to help her up.

Wanwan looked at him for a few seconds. Before he lost consciousness, she saw him with a solemn and cold face. He looked like he had killed his whole family. Now the hostility was all gone.

Perhaps it was her misconception, she even felt that his eyes and actions were hidden with a bit of caution.

Wanwan had been unconscious for an entire day. Last night, she was also tormented until not a single drop of water entered. Her lips and throat were dry and painful.

She first lowered her head to wet her lips and then began to drink. She took small sips and drank the entire cup.

"Do you still want more?"

Fu Sihan asked with a good temper.

Wanwan's flat peach was inflamed. She felt pain even when she swallowed her saliva. She shook her head without saying anything. If she did not want to see him, she hid under the blanket and closed her eyes.

In the past, if anyone dared to talk to him like this, they would have been thrown out long ago by Fu Sihan.

But now, Fu Sihan could only feel his heart aching.

He said, "We will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning. We will stay in the hospital for another night."

Wanwan opened her eyes and only then did she realize that it was almost dark outside.

Fu Sihan had not slept for three days and two nights. When Yan Wanwan was unconscious, he stayed by her side. The tiredness in his body only came after she was completely safe and sound.

Fu Sihan slowed down the flow of the drip and took off his shirt. He disliked the clothes that he had not changed for the past two days. He sent a message to Chiang Yan asking him to bring clothes tomorrow.

The mattress behind him suddenly sank and the man's tight and strong body came close.

Wanwan's body instantly stiffened and she screamed at the top of her voice, "You go down!"

With panic and fear.

The sharp pain in her throat caused her eyes to be dyed with biological tears and she looked even more pitiful.

Fu Sihan's heart trembled. It was as if he had been stabbed by something, and then hit hard again.

He forcefully and stubbornly held Yan Wanwan in his arms and asked her in a low voice, "Last night, did it hurt you?"

Wanwan closed her eyes and her lips, as if she did not hear what he said.

Since she could not chase him away, there was no need to waste her experience with him.

The woman's breathing was muffled. Even though she tried her best to cover it up, Fu Sihan could still hear the sobbing inside, and his heart was stirred.

"Wanwan, speak!"

The feeling of being ignored piled up into anxiety. Fu Sihan frowned.

He could not do anything about it. He held her tighter in his arms and patted her gently again and again, trying to comfort her.

Fu Sihan promised that he had never had such a good temper in the past twenty five years.

His heart was about to be swallowed by anger, but he still had to be nice and angry.

Wanwan's eyelashes trembled, and tears inexplicably flowed out.

Did he regret it?

What right did he have to regret after hurting her!

Her back was pressed against the man's chest. Wanwan buried her face into the soft pillow, not wanting Fu Sihan to find out that she was crying.

...

Chiang Yan followed Fu Sihan's instructions and bought a new phone for Yan Wanwan. It was different from Fu Sihan's.

Wanwan did not refuse. After all, her phone was ruined by Fu Sihan.

She did not know that Sheng Yan had been here. She sent another message to Sheng Yan to tell her that she was safe and that she did not need to worry about herself.

Before leaving the hospital, Bai Shu came to check Yan Wanwan's body again. When she saw that her face was no longer as haggard and weak as when she was sent over, she let out a sigh of relief. However, that look in her eyes still made one's heart ache.

It was not as bright as when they first met.

Bai Shu once again scolded Fu Sihan in her heart. A dog man who would not dote on his wife!

However, she still had to say good things.

"Wanwan, Young Master Fu carried you here personally after you fainted yesterday. He was so anxious that his eyes turned red. I've known him for four or five years. It's the first time I've seen him lose himself like this."

Nervousness, panic, like a trapped beast struggling at the edge - this was Bai Shu's impression of Fu Sihan at that time.

Yan Wanwan's appearance broke Fu Sihan's god-like image in many people's hearts.

As Bai Shu spoke, she secretly observed Yan Wanwan's expression.

Wanwan lowered her head and looked at the needle eye on the back of her hand. The brown little dot had already started to scab.

She was actually not completely unconscious on the way to the hospital.

She heard the man's angry roar in a daze and seemed to have gone crazy. He used her in his arms and wrapped her in his clothes. He did not care that the water on her hair wet his shirt.

"Third Young Master has a bad temper, but since sending you to the hospital, he has been guarding you closely and taking care of you personally. Even applying medicine was done by him personally, he..."1

Bai Shu wanted to say something good to Fu Sihan but halfway through her words, Yan Wanwan's face changed.

"Applying medicine?"

What the heck... It was also Fu Sihan who applied medicine below her?

Yan Wanwan could not believe it. Her ears were red and she even had a somewhat flustered and exasperated feeling.

Bai Shu saw through her heart and touched her nose. She was somewhat puzzled. How long had it been since they were married and Mrs Fu was still so pure?

This thought had just passed and Bai Shu remembered Yan Wanwan's condition yesterday. It was indeed not like the first time...

Damn, it can't be!

The cool and arrogant Third Young Master actually had such a beautiful wife by his side and did not eat meat?

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Bai Shu felt that she had probably discovered something extraordinary. Fu Sihan would most likely fall on Yan Wanwan's body. * Ka! *

The Rolls-Royce drove out of the hospital.

It was currently the peak of working hours, and the traffic within the third ring was blocked.

Yan Wanwan changed into a comfortable cotton shirt and looked out the window at the exquisite design that did not have any distinctive features.

The atmosphere was too oppressive, and Chiang Yan did not dare to speak. He looked behind through the rearview mirror a few times.

Young Madam's face was dark and small. It could not be considered to be cold, but she did not give Young Master a good face.

It was also the first time in his life that he saw a woman giving Young Master such a look. Young Master even put clothes on her.

"Young Master, are you still going to Young Master Gu's engagement banquet?" In the end, Chiang Yan still forced himself to ask.

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