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

Chapter 884 Don't Want To See Me That Much?

Sheng Mian stopped talking, she always felt that there was something she didn't know about it.

Fu Yancheng supported the bed with both hands, and patted the quilt with his slender and beautiful fingertips.

"Sheng Mian, what do you mean? I saved you, but you seem very disappointed. Are you expecting some lover to save you?"

When he said this, his face darkened, his eyes gleamed with anger, and the corners of his mouth turned up, showing obvious jealousy.

Sheng Mian didn't hear his words at all, and when he confessed, her mood had already gone far away.

That time at the Imperial University, and then this time.

Because it felt too unreal, so she deceived herself and forgot that time at Dida, but this time.
She looked at Fu Yancheng suspiciously.

Fu Yancheng also looked at her, aware of the look of inquiry and doubt in her eyes, and he was furious.

Standing up straight, his face completely sank.

"Are you really expecting someone to save you?"

"No."

Worried that he would ruin the hospital, Sheng Mian answered quickly this time, then leaned back with his eyes closed, as if he was so tired that he wanted to sleep again.

"What's wrong? Just don't want to see me so much?"

As if finding fault on purpose, he sat down beside him.

Sheng Mian didn't open her eyes, but said hoarsely, "I'm a little tired."

Fu Yancheng stopped talking for a moment, and even helped her tuck the quilt with his hands.

"Then you go to sleep, I will guard here."

Sheng Mian didn't want to say anything to refute him, because she was really tired.

But she still remembered that Zhuang Wan fell into the water with her, "Where's Zhuang Wan?"

"She's fine, she's sleeping in another ward."

Sheng Mian also stopped talking, this time she really fell asleep.

Fu Yancheng stayed here, occasionally wiping the sweat off her forehead with a tissue.

But he was obviously not good at taking care of others, and his technique was a bit clumsy, and he even pulled a few hairs of Sheng Mian.

Sheng Mian frowned twice in the dream, he quickly withdrew his hand.

He got up and went out, and stopped the little nurse passing by.

When the little nurse saw his face, there was love in her eyes. The next second, Fu Yancheng raised her hand and took the hairpin from her head twice.

"This, do you still have it?"

The little nurse was so teased that she almost fainted, especially when she saw this face up close.

"Yes, yes, you wait."

Fu Yancheng returned the issuing card to her, saw her running into the lounge quickly, took a few unused ones, and put them in his palm.

He took it, nodded, "Thank you."

The little nurse saw him enter the ward, sat on the front and back of the bed, and carefully put the hairpin on Sheng Mian's hair, so that her hair would not float over again.

The little nurse pulled the friend next to her and sighed with her.

"If only my boyfriend could be so careful."

The friend rolled his eyes.

"Do you know who this is? Start committing nympho."

"Everyone calls him Mr. Fu, he should be the president."

The friend flicked her on the forehead.

"The person in charge of the Fu family in the imperial capital, do you think he is really gentle? It's not like you don't know the methods of the wealthy family."

The hospital hears the most gossip, and occasionally requires them to sign a non-disclosure agreement, and the number of lost children is unknown. There is no true love in a wealthy family.

As expected, the little nurse covered her mouth, and the love brain on the top immediately lowered her head.

The door of the ward was closed, and it became quiet inside.

Sitting beside the hospital bed, Fu Yancheng suddenly realized that he had never accompanied Sheng Mian like this before.

She was married to him for three years, and she must have been sick during that time. Did she often come to the hospital alone?
He stretched out his fingertips and continued to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Sheng Mian was probably having a nightmare, she was sweating all the time in her dream, her eyelashes were trembling with fright.

Her hands tightly gripped the quilt, and Fu Yancheng worried that she would hurt herself if she held it too tightly.

Just as he grabbed her hand and wanted to stuff a handkerchief into her palm, he heard her mutter.

"He Zhou."

He paused, thinking he had heard wrong.

"Who are you calling?"

Sheng Mian had a dream, dreaming that the man jumped from the water and rescued her from the water.

Dreaming of the small prairie in You County, he picked flowers on the prairie to weave a bracelet for her.

Then came the overwhelming darkness, spreading all the way from the other side of the sky, swallowing him in.

She grabbed his hand desperately and called his name over and over again.

"He Zhou."

She knew it was a fake name, but she didn't know what to call it other than this.

Just when the dream reached the scariest point, a towel soaked in water was thrown on her face, and the cold feeling made her open her eyes instantly.

Fu Yancheng stood beside the hospital bed with a gloomy expression as if he wanted to bite her to death.

Sheng Mian removed the towel from her cheeks, there were still quite a few drops of water on her face.

When meeting his gaze, he asked, "Okay, I'll take care of you exhaustingly by your hospital bed, you called a name I don't know, who is it, Sheng Mian, your first love?"

There was a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)