Cold Wife, Never Try to Escape

Xing Youliang and Fu Jinshou are in the ward. When the doctors come to inspect the ward, Su Tinghe wakes up. After examining the wound and asking how he felt, the doctors withdrew from the ward. Fu Jin leaned over to see his face recovering, and he was comforted.

"Drink water?" Looking at him staring at himself, Fu Jin didn't know what Su Tinghe was going to do and asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Blinking his eyes, Su Tinghe answered. Fu Jin hurried to the kitchen to get a cup, brought a cup of warm water, put the straw to his lips and let Su Tinghe drink water.

"Boss, how do you feel?" Xing Youliang hurriedly asked. Although they have experienced these more than once, the friendship between their comrades in arms still makes them care about each other in times of crisis.

"... it's okay. I can't die." Su Tinghe lay on his back and raised his right hand. Xing Youliang held his hand, and his two big hands shook it hard.

"..." Fu Jin looked at it with a cup in his hand, feeling a little moved. Although she didn't participate in the affairs between them too much, she can also realize the friendship between Su Tinghe and his comrades in arms.

"... go back and have a good rest. I have nothing here."

"Boss... Well, I'll come back in the evening." Xing Youliang thought for a while and thought it was unnecessary for him to think about it here. He said to Fu Jin, picked up the military cap on the table and turned out of the ward.

Fu Jin sent Xing Youliang back, closed the door, came to see the infusion set that had not stopped since the operation, adjusted the speed, turned and sat by the bed.

"Girl, I scared you!" Su Tinghe raised his hand and grabbed Fu Jin's hand. He felt the cold in his hand and pulled her hand into the quilt.

This is the first face-to-face conversation between the two after su Tinghe woke up. Before Su Tinghe woke up, Fu Jin just went to call a doctor for joy, checked and changed the ward. After tossing, Su Tinghe fell asleep again. This time I woke up, the two people really sat alone together.

"... yes, I was scared." Fu Jin nodded frankly, "Su Tinghe, you have broken your promise. Promised me to protect myself. Is that how you protect yourself? " Danfeng looked down at the man lying on the hospital bed. In her always cold eyes, Su Tinghe could see that she was distressed, worried and blamed.

"I'm sorry to worry you, girl. Yes, this time I didn't keep my promise to you. You can punish me whatever you want. " Su Tinghe hung his lips and smiled faintly, with gentle connivance in his tone.

"... is it useful to punish you? Do you still need my punishment now? " Fu Jin said, took out his hand and turned into the bathroom.

Su Tinghe looked at the closed bathroom door and was worried. Fu Jin was not easy to get along with. She really annoyed her. She won't take into account your current situation! Worried, bearing the pain and dizziness on his head, Su Tinghe supported his arm and sat up. At this time, the door of the bathroom opened. Fu Jin came out with a hot towel. He was shocked to see him like this.

"What are you going to do? Lie down! "

"Xiao Jin, you're angry, aren't you? Sorry, don't be angry. It's me. " Su Tinghe, who was pushed back by Fu Jin, gasped for pain.

"... yes, I'm angry, I'm angry! But you make me more angry now! " Fu Jin frowned and gently wiped his cheeks with a hot towel. "Haven't you washed your face for a few days? Look at all the dust on this towel! "

"... ha ha ha, after walking these days, I don't care to wash my face." Watching Fu Jin wipe his face and hands like his little daughter-in-law, his actions are soft and careful. He doesn't look angry. Su Tinghe grinned like a fool.

"Giggle what! Ugly! In the afternoon, I'll buy you a razor to shave. Like a bad old man, I don't bother to see it! " Fu Jin glared at him and turned back to the bathroom.

"... ha ha, don't look at my ugly old man, but I have a beautiful daughter-in-law." Facing the open bathroom door, Su Tinghe said with a smile.

Fu Jin didn't answer his words again. He washed the towel again and took it out. He opened the quilt below and carefully wiped Su Tinghe's legs and feet. "Fortunately, there was no other injury on his body." Fu Jin washed a towel and sat by the bed. "The doctor said that if there was no vomiting and coma these two days, there would be no problem."

"Those things won't happen, I know." Su Tinghe took Fu Jin's hand and kissed it on his lips. "For my baby, I will get better soon!"

"... I just asked the doctor. They said you could eat some liquid food. What would you like to eat at noon? She said she would bring dinner. "

"Xiao? How did you get together? " Remembering that Su Tinghe and Aini were all there when they woke up in the morning, Su Tinghe asked in some doubt.

"We happened to be together when Qin Yong called Aini."

"You three have become good friends."

"Why, can't you see that I make two friends?"

"... bad girl, who said what! Don't be so fierce, OK? I'm a wounded man and a patient now! Come on, I want to kill me for so many days! " As soon as he tightened his hand, Fu Jin fell on him. Fortunately, Su Tinghe wasn't hurt. Otherwise, Fu Jin's unprepared lying down will surely hurt him for the second time.

"... this is in the hospital. The nurse should come to change the fluid later. Stop it!" Fu Jin said anxiously.

"No, just kiss, baby. I haven't seen you for ten days. It hurts my heart to think about it. Be obedient. "

"... just a minute, keep your word." Looking at his eager eyes, Fu Jin couldn't bear to refuse him at this time. Then he closed his eyes slightly and put his cheek close to him.

The faint familiar fragrance came, and Su Tinghe took a deep breath. The limbs felt as comfortable as drinking nectar, and the pain of the wound was miraculously relieved.

"It seems that your fragrance can heal my pain!" Rubbing her little face, Su Tinghe looked at the person in front of him. The more he looked, the better he looked. He lowered her head and put the small mouth against his lip flap.

Ten days of missing, the happiness of the rest of life, and even the ecstasy of recovery. In a word, both of them are with indescribable and complicated emotions, and they don't want to leave anymore

"... ah! Qin Yong, you bastard, where are you taking me? " The green SUV stopped at the gate of the international hotel.

Carrying Aini, who was struggling and scolding, gave the key to the doorman Qin Yong and walked in with big steps. Familiar pressed the elevator to the top floor. At the door of the innermost room, Qin Yong took out the key from his trouser pocket, opened it, went in and locked the door, carried people to the bedside, threw people on the bed like sacks