Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

The doctor quickly supported him and said, "It's okay. Miss Zhuang is blessed with good fortune. She will be back to her original state after another month of rest."

Xie Feng breathed a sigh of relief and tears fell instantly.

But he didn't feel it at all. He just pursed his lips twice and said hoarsely: "Thank you."

Sitting beside Zhuang Wan's hospital bed, he held her hand tremblingly and placed it on his cheek.

Her fingertips were a little cold, and so was his cheek, but only by being so close could he feel that she was still there.

Zhuang Wan only felt that she had had a long, long dream, as if she had seen someone else's life. It was a bleak life, a life without care.

She was like an outsider, watching without any disturbance in her heart.

Then a light appeared in front of her, and she slowly opened her eyes, squinting due to the glare of the light on the ceiling.

She wanted to move her hand, but found that it was pressed by something and couldn't move.

She turned her head and saw Xie Feng holding her hand tightly.

Xie Feng's suit was wrinkled, his chin was covered with stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot.

When he saw her waking up, his pupils dilated instantly, "Honey, are you awake?"

Zhuang Wan only glanced at it and slowly closed his eyes.

Xie Feng immediately asked the doctor to come over for examination, and he quickly took a shower, washed his hair, shaved, and changed his clothes before sitting back down in front of the hospital bed again.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "Ms. Zhuang should wake up soon. Mr. Xie, you'd better go and take a rest. You haven't slept all this time. If you faint, she will be worried."

Xie Feng didn't seem to hear it and kept holding Zhuang Wan's hand.

It seems that only by holding on tightly like this, she will not leave.

The look Zhuang Wan gave him just now was very plain, as if he was looking at a stranger.

He was in a panic, always worried that she might have remembered something. He knew she deserved it.

He was very happy during this period, but he was like a mouse, all the happiness was stolen, and he was always worried that she would think of everything before.

This feeling was really uncomfortable. Only by using all his strength on the bed and burying himself deeply could he feel that she would not leave.

In the evening, Zhuang Wan woke up again. This time she did not look at Xie Feng, but looked at the ceiling without saying anything, not knowing what she was thinking.

Xie Feng grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it.

"Honey, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I'll ask the doctor to take a look."

Zhuang Wan didn't say anything, like a soulless doll.

Xie Feng was even more panicked, desperately trying to find a topic, but he was not good at words, and all he could think of at this moment was Xie Fuyan.

"Yanyan has been very good these days. He comes to see you every day. He is afraid that something will happen to you."

When she said thank you, Zhuang Wan's eyes actually trembled.

Xie Feng held her hand and slowly tightened it, "His forehead was injured and he always had a headache. When you were unconscious, he kept calling you and his eyes were swollen from crying."

Xie Feng put her hand on his cheek and wanted to continue to say something that he couldn't say, but his heart was clenched and tears flowed uncontrollably.

In the end, his voice became choked, he held her hand tightly and buried it beside the bed, his shoulders shaking.

His cry was silent and he tried his best to hold it back, with only his shaking shoulders betraying his emotion.

Zhuang Wan felt that her palms were full of water drops, warm and scalding.

Her fingertips curled up for a moment, and her heart twitched. (End of chapter)