After the flash marriage, the richest man's husband hugged me and didn't let go

Chapter 196: Chapter 196

In the midsummer, the imperial capital ushered in an unprecedented high temperature.

Shi Qingxun came out of the operating room, took off the gloves on his hands, and took off the mask on the bottom. The handsome and gentle Junrong was full of exhaustion, took a deep breath, cleaned his hands, and was ready to go back to the office.

When he walked outside the department corridor, a cheerful white figure suddenly came out and handed a cup of ice-cold coffee.

"Director Shi, you just had the surgery, is it going well? It's hard work, let's have a cup of coffee."

Shi Qingxun stopped and looked sideways at the little girl in the white nurse uniform, her eyes drooping slightly, staring at the coffee in her hand, but she didn't mean to take it.

"Thank you, I don't drink coffee." He and the nurse nodded, and although the low alcohol voice was gentle, it was full of indifference and alienation.

Without giving the nurse any chance to react, he walked straight back to the office.

The operation that lasted for more than five hours made him physically and mentally exhausted. In addition, he had a six-hour emergency operation last night.

When I got back to the office, I didn't care about eating, so I took a nap on the sofa for more than an hour.

As soon as the consultation time in the afternoon came, he began to see the doctor with two black eyes.

It wasn't until about [-]:[-] p.m., when all his numbers had been treated, he didn't get off work. He returned to the home, which was warmly decorated but looked extraordinarily deserted in the hot summer. He ordered a takeaway. After a brief wash, the takeaway arrived. .

After eating takeaway, Shi Qingxun fell asleep until he woke up at 06:30 the next morning, and went to the hospital again.

Such busy days accompanied him, day after day, year after year.

In autumn, the temperature in the imperial capital begins to drop, the high autumn weather blows away the scorching heat, and the morning breeze is gentle with a hint of coolness.

Stepping into the morning light, Shi Qingxun drove to the suburban villa.

As soon as Yun Chuxian, who was painting with his granddaughter in the yard, saw the black and gray Maybach, he knew it was Shi Qingxun, and got up to greet him.

"Qing Xun, you're here." Yun Chuxian smiled slightly, looked at his tired face, and subconsciously frowned: "Why did I lose so much weight after only seeing him for 20 days? Didn't I have a good rest recently? Have a meal?"

"Aunt Yun, the hospital has been busy lately." Shi Qingxun got out of the car and greeted with a warm nod.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to pay attention to your body. How can you bear it." Yun Chuxian looked at him with distressed eyes.

"Don't worry, Aunt Yun, I know my own body." Shi Qingxun smiled lightly, and his eyes fell on Shuang Jiang who was painting.

Shuang Jiang held the paintbrush in his hand, raised his hand and waved it lightly. The tender and beautiful outline was very similar to Su Yang, especially those twinkling apricot eyes, which seemed to be carved out of the same mold as Su Yang.

"Uncle Qing Xun." Shuang Jiang's soft and waxy voice was like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, and the morning breeze blew into his ears.

Shi Qingxun smiled and touched her head, walked to her side, squatted down, and looked at the painting on the drawing board. There were only two sunflowers on it, and the other one was a half-finished product.

Shuangjiang, who is more than two years old, is obviously very talented in drawing and loves to draw.

"Shuangjiang seems to like sunflowers very much?" Shi Qingxun thought about the last time she came here, this little girl was also painting in the yard, and she also painted sunflowers, but the scene was different.

Although the immature hands are a little unfamiliar, they are also immaculate, and every stroke is done properly.

Shuang Jiang shook his head, and said in a milky voice: "I like peach blossoms, and I draw sunflowers because my aunt likes them. My mother said, if I draw more sunflowers, my aunt will wake up earlier, and when she sees these paintings, she will definitely very happy."

Shi Qingxun looked slightly startled, staring at the sunflower on the painting, a little lost.

Yes, Rong Xi has liked sunflowers since he was a child.

Her personality is also born like a sunflower, lively, cheerful and optimistic.

Yun Chuxian watched from the side, feeling a little sad, raised his hand to touch his nose, and came over and asked, "Qing Xun, you came here so early, you probably haven't had breakfast yet? I'll ask the kitchen to make something for you. Let's go and see Xixi, and when it's ready, let someone send it to you."

"Okay, there is Aunt Laoyun." Shi Qingxun monopolized his thoughts and slowly got up.

"There is nothing to do here. You can come and see Xixi when you are free. I am also very grateful." Yun Chuxian chuckled and waved his hand: "Go, go and talk to Xixi. ."

Shi Qingxun nodded and turned to go to the girl's heart-filled duplex room in the backyard closest to the peach tree.

The facilities in the huge room are relatively simple. In addition to a few dolls on the pink-blue sofa, there is a set of very cute tea sets on the table, a few artistic incarnations on the wall, and some models of musical instruments. , is also very warm.

Lying on the huge princess bed was a beautiful and delicate doll wearing white autumn pajamas with her eyes closed. There was no blood on her face, and it was as white as a piece of paper.

Shi Qingxun's gentle face sank silently, she sat on the sofa chair by the edge of the bed with pursed lips, looked at the fair jade hand exposed outside the quilt, reached out and held it gently.

The girl's hand was soft, tender, and very smooth. After holding it for a while, she unconsciously wrapped her entire hand in the palm of her hand, increasing her strength a little.

This is not the first time he has held these hands. He has held them many times when he was a child, but he has never been so eager to hold her in his hands as he is now.

"Xi Xi, it's been so long, are you awake?" The originally warm and low voice suddenly became hoarse, and there was an inexplicable feeling of begging.

"Even if you want to punish me, let's do it another way? You can get up and beat me or scold me. Don't you like autumn the most? Wake up soon and I'll take you to see the lakeside of Rolls, where the The autumn scenery is particularly beautiful, you will definitely like it." Shi Qingxun held her hand and lowered her eyes, two crystal clear tears dripped from the corners of her eyes under the lens.

But no matter how pleasant his voice was, Rong Xi, who was lying on the bed, did not respond at all.

Xu is that the stone on his chest for the past three years was too heavy, and whenever he recalled the scene when Rong Xi was drunk and crying and confessing to himself, he wanted to fan himself.

Obviously it was his heart that moved first, but he let her speak, and he refused her.

How on earth could he bear to reject her and watch her cry!

He thought he was doing it for her good, in order to let her distinguish between the so-called family and love, but in the end, it came to such an end that he couldn't regret it.

His girl, who is about to have her 24th birthday, has been sleeping in bed for three years.

"Xixi, wake up, can we get married?"

The room was silent for a while, and Shi Qingxun choked out again, and there was a bit of tentative begging in the warm voice.

(End of this chapter)