Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Lu Xiaomei's heart beat. She wanted to look away and felt too counselled. She simply opened her eyes and looked at him to see who was defeated first.

Fu zhengci had an undisguised sadness in his eyes. He looked at her for a moment and asked in a low voice, "little sister, will you never forgive me no matter what I do?"

Lu Xiaomei couldn't resist the strong emotion at the bottom of his eyes. She looked away and looked at the ceiling. "Lao Fu, in the past, I was willing to pay for you. You never gave me hope. I wanted to haunt you all the time, so I never complained about you."

Her voice paused and continued, "I was careless to lose my child, and I didn't blame you. I blame myself for all this. I only blame myself for not waking up in time, so we can't talk about not forgiving each other. I can only say that I've given up on you. "

Fu zhengci listened to her words, and his heart was filled with layers of despair. Did he wake up too late or did she leave too early? They always missed it.

"Little sister..."

"If you still feel half guilty about me, please disappear from me. I don't want to see you again." I don't want to be shaken by you, old Fu. I once thought that as long as I love you enough, you will eventually see my love for you.

Up to now, I know that there is no regretful love in the world. I will be more gain and loss, and I will be sad.

That night, Lu Xiaomei slept soundly, but Fu zhengci stayed up all night. Across the hospital bed, he watched her all night and replayed the suffering she had suffered around him in recent years.

Thinking, he unconsciously wet his eyes.

It turned out that he had never been kind to her.

So how could he selfishly continue to stay with her and annoy her?

The next day, when Lu Xiaomei woke up, she was alone in the ward. She thought Fu zhengci had gone downstairs for a walk, but she didn't see him until noon.

She felt uneasy. She remembered whether he fell last night and left any sequelae. She quickly got out of bed, ran out of the ward and grabbed a nurse face-to-face. She said anxiously, "nurse, have you seen where the patient in bed 806 has gone?"

The nurse naturally knew Lu Xiaomei. She said, "Miss Lu, you're talking about Mr. Fu. He went through the discharge formalities early in the morning and left."

Lu Xiaomei was stunned. "What did you say?"

"He was discharged from the hospital. A Mr. Luo came to pick him up and leave, but he has a trust letter that I will hand over to you." The nurse took a letter out of her pocket and handed it to her.

Lu Xiaomei took it in a daze, clenched it tightly in her palm and asked in a dumb voice, "his injury hasn't healed yet. How can you let the patient out of the hospital?"

"Miss Lu, the patient insists on leaving the hospital. We can't help it." The nurse said and pushed the medicine cart away.

Standing in the corridor, Lu Xiaomei felt that the wind passing through the hall made her cold.

The man had a look of atonement before. As a result, he said he would leave without even calling. What is this? His patience with her was never more than three minutes.

Lu Xiaomei became more and more angry. She looked down at the envelope in her hand. She was so angry that she tore it to pieces, threw it into the trash can, and turned into the ward.

She sat by the bed, looking at the empty hospital bed opposite, thinking that he still looked at her with such infatuated eyes last night. She was angry and sad, and tears rolled down inadvertently.