Spoiling His Wife Too Much: Chief Compulsory Love

"What do you think you are qualified to be by her side? Today's ending was not given by me, but by you!"

"So this time, whether she wants it or not, I won't let her use her love for you to suffer your distrust and grievance..."

After Li Fuzhan said these few words, he snorted a few times, swept Zhan Yan a few times, then turned his head and walked into the ward, with a bang, closing the door shut.

In the corridor next to the door, through the glass window, Zhan Yan watched Li Fuzhan walk to the bed, stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt for Yi Xiao, touched the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, and sat quietly on the chair, Looking at her, not even a kiss.

Zhan Yan's back was straight, and he stood like this, as if the soles of his feet were frozen, maintaining a proud posture, standing for a long time.

In his mind, there were ghosts and ghosts, and as Li Fuzhan's voice was still floating, scenes of scenes with Yi Xiao in the past emerged.

In the car, he cried and asked him to let go of Li Fuzhan at the time; at home, he committed suicide by cutting his wrist with a piece of broken glass; he was humiliated by himself and Li Yuhan by cooking breakfast for them in the kitchen, and was finally driven out of the United States. Lan Lake...

In her little diary, every page records Zhan Yan's crimes against XXX, and every pen is crying about how Zhan Yan bullied Yi Xiao and was slapped twice by herself...

Especially the clearest thing is that yesterday she was barefoot, chasing herself and shouting "I didn't—" and just now, that frail body curled up in the corridor, had a high fever, and was still waiting for an explanation...

As Li Fuzhan said, Zhanyan, besides making Yi laugh and cry, what else can you give her?

Could it be that all the distrust, all the doubts, all the heartbreak, and letting her bear half of it after all the heartbreak, is the proof that you love her?

On one side of the corridor, the window was open, and the night wind was blowing, hitting his body, it was obviously warm, but it blew into the pores of the inflammation, making him cold to the bone.

At the moment when he regained his senses, there was a deep stabbing pain in his chest, like a file, violently stirring his internal organs, dripping with blood.

My heart hurts, but I regret it even more...

Zhan Yan's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he laughed out loud. No one knew his laughter was mixed with desolation and brokenness. At the end of the laugh, a fishy-sweet taste gushed out of his throat, and a mouthful of blood , I couldn't help but sprayed it out.

Zhan Yan raised his hand, wiped his mouth, leaned against the wall, looked through the glass window, and stared at the two people inside.

I don't know how long it took, the person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up from the bed with a bang, her eyes were blank for a second, then she turned her head to look around, and shouted: "Zhan Yan... What happened to Zhan Yan? How is he?"

While talking, Yi Xiao raised her hand and wanted to pull out the needle in her hand, and rushed out of bed.

Fortunately, Li Fuzhan pressed her shoulders, tried his best to comfort her, and coaxed her nicely: "Xiaoxiao, don't get excited, don't be afraid, it's okay, everything is fine, Zhan Yan is fine, You're fine too, don't cry, okay..."

The gentle voice made Yi Xiao's tense heart slightly relaxed. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Zhan Yan was safe and sound. The next second, for some unknown reason, Yi Xiao's eyeballs rolled twice. , suddenly opened his mouth and started to cry with a wow sound, crying so heartbroken, crying so wronged.