501: C501 I'm Sorry

C501 I'm Sorry

The morning flight, the afternoon flight at the Su family, and the afternoon flight to the hospital to take care of things, Wanwan's body could not take it anymore and went to sleep early.

Fu Sihan laid beside her and gently stroked Yan Wanwan's hair with his fingertips.

He softly muttered, "Yan Wanwan, admitting that you don't want to make things difficult for me, is it that difficult?"

The man's low voice sounded in the quiet night, carrying infinite sadness and heartache. Unfortunately, the woman was already sleeping soundly. No one could answer him, and no one would answer him.

Because she knew that his relationship with Su Yujie was deep and shallow, and could not be explained clearly, Yan Wanwan chose to take the risk herself. Forcing the Su family to lose face and had no choice but to personally punish Su Yujie and force the Su family to give her an explanation. Instead, she removed the chance of Fu Sihan being the bad guy.

His Wanwan was still so gentle and petty to the people around her.

Gentle and petty, but it did not affect her ruthlessness and decisiveness.

Fu Sihan smiled bitterly.

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It was Fu Sihan's private jet that flew back to Imperial Capital. This time, it was just enough for him to apply for a flight route.

Wanwan did not dare to be careless with herself anymore. She carefully followed the doctor's instructions throughout the journey.

After returning to First-class Garden, she began to rest in peace. She ate three meals a day seriously. When she served afternoon tea and afternoon tea, there were people who sent her to make soup.

Wanwan used her actions to guarantee to Fu Sihan that she would have a good meal. Furthermore, it would not be good for her injuries if she was brought to the company by Fu Sihan every day. Fu Sihan finally agreed to let Yan Wanwan rest at home.

"Why did you lose weight again?" In just a week, Fu Sihan found that Yan Wanwan, who had a good meal, not only did not raise her body, but she also became weaker.

After he said that, the maid who usually took care of Yan Wanwan's diet was trembling with fear. "Sir, I have to take good care of Madam's food. Madam eats well every ton!"

Wanwan gave the maid a "relieved" look and said to Fu Sihan, "The reason for her constitution, right?"

Previously, when she was healthy, she did not eat fat.

The next day at noon, Fu Sihan was worried about Yan Wanwan and suddenly came back from the company to accompany Yan Wanwan to eat.

Wanwan's appetite had improved a little during this period of time. Although it was not as good as her normal appetite, it was much better than when she would throw up after eating.

"Even cats eat more than you." Fu Sihan frowned and said.

The maid at the side advised Yan Wanwan to eat more. No matter how she persuaded Wanwan, she did not eat the chopsticks.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

The maid understood and pushed Yan Wanwan into the bathroom. After a while, she came out alone and almost bumped into Fu Sihan who was standing at the door.

He said one thing, Madam always follows me to the bathroom. Sir, are you a bit perverted?

"Sir, don't worry. Madam did not fall when you were not around. She will go to the bathroom after eating."

The maid wanted to let Fu Sihan feel at ease, but she didn't expect Fu Sihan to suddenly pause. Her gaze startled her.

"Sir?"

"You go every time you finish eating?" Fu Sihan asked.

"Yes."

The maid was just about to say that some people had this kind of physical habit when Fu Sihan pushed open the door and entered.

Wanwan was holding the toilet bowl and vomiting. When she heard the sound, she turned her head away in fear and looked at Fu Sihan, whose face was as cold as ice.

Wanwan's face was pale and there was a bit of filth on the corner of her mouth. She pressed the toilet bowl with her hand and washed away all the vomit in the toilet bowl.

However, with Fu Sihan's intelligence, he could not hide it from him at all.

"Madam, how are you?" The maid came in and saw that Yan Wanwan was already sitting properly in a wheelchair, except that her face was not very good.

"Get out." Fu Sihan's thin lips spat out two words.

"... " Yes. " The maid felt that the atmosphere was not right and quickly reacted and left the bathroom.

Fu Sihan gritted his teeth and after two seconds, he took a cup of water from the side and brought half a cup of water to Yan Wanwan's mouth. He said coldly and hard, "Wash your mouth."

Wanwan hesitated for half a second and drank water twice in a row. After rinsing her mouth, there was a mother's towel that came over to wipe her mouth.

"Your movements are very skillful." Fu Sihan said half mockingly and asked her, "Do you still need to go to the toilet?"

"No." Wanwan lowered her eyes and replied.

She felt that Fu Sihan's mood was not right.

"Uncle Lin, tell Chiang Yan that I am not going back to the company today." As expected, Fu Sihan brought her back to the master bedroom as soon as he came out.

Wanwan pursed her lips, her heart beating slightly faster. She felt a little guilty, but more of powerlessness.

"Clang!"

The door to the master bedroom was violently flung by Fu Sihan, and it was tightly shut.

Wanwan was sitting in a wheelchair, and she saw Fu Sihan walking around the big master bedroom with quick steps. He walked in circles again and again, like a trapped beast struggling.

She was thinking about the past Fu Sihan, the proud son of the Fu Family, the man who founded the RK Group with one hand, and the man who had created the RK Group with one hand, the man who had caused the collapse of Mount Tai without any change in expression.

Since when was Fu Sihan forced into such a state?

"Am I right? I didn't mean to lie to you." Wanwan lowered her head and saw that she was already so thin that her five fingers were as thin as skin and bones.

If the wedding ring was still there, she was afraid that she would not be able to wear it steadily now.

Fu Sihan stopped in his tracks and looked at her from two meters away.

"Fu Sihan, I... I can't eat it. I will throw up." Her taste was so calm that it was as if she was talking about other people's matters, but it also made people feel sorry for her and feel wronged for her.

"It has always been like this? " After a long while, Fu Sihan finally managed to squeeze out these four words.

Wanwan hummed," Sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you. "

She was clearly very tired, yet she still apologized to him. Fu Sihan's heart ached so much that he could not breathe.

"Snap!"

"Pah!!"

With two deafening sounds, a porcelain vase and a crystal cup were instantly split into four and five miles in Fu Sihan's hands.

The former was smashed by him, while the latter was crushed by him.

Wanwan was so shocked by this sudden scene that her eyelashes trembled. Then she saw red blood seeping out from between Fu Sihan's fingers. It gathered and flowed down to the ground, dying the carpet red in an instant.

"Fu Sihan, your hand..." Wanwan reminded him.0

He acted as if he did not feel pain at all. He stepped on the broken shoes and walked to Yan Wanwan step by step.

It was only a few steps away, but Wanwan had the illusion that he had used all his strength.

"Yan Wanwan, in your heart, what am I?" Fu Sihan had asked this question more than once.

"My husband." He had once loved someone deeply, but now... he was trying his best to cut off a part of it.

He was still a husband, not a lover.

It had been a year, but he was still not a lover, just a husband's identity, this restriction.

Fu Sihan looked at the thin woman in front of him, who could be knocked down by a gust of wind. He could not even force a smile.

Wanwan pushed Fu Sihan's hand away. The blood immediately surged when his palm loosened.

There were some fragments in his palm. Fortunately, there were not many of them. They were not embedded on the surface of his skin. It would be hard to tell if they were glass.

"I will call a doctor for you."

Wanwan slid into the indoor communicator in the wheelchair. Just as she was about to get the microphone, Fu Sihan's injured hand was covered on top. A small amount of blood was left from the communicator. It looked painful.

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