Mysterious Husband's Little Lover

Although Lin Wenwen couldn't bear to leave him here alone to face this group of reporters, he had no choice but to stop a taxi and sit in.

The airport's latest flight was also a few hours later, and when she got to the hospital, it was early morning the next day.

Southern autumn rain grid outside frequent, even in the air with a bit of moisture.

The window of the hospital corridor is open, and Lin Miao is sitting there in a daze. Her long hair splashes down her cheek and is disordered by the wind, covering her usually resentful eyes.

As soon as Lin Wenwen approached, she smelled a strong smell of smoke, but she had no time to take care of it. "How is Dad doing now? What did the doctor say

"Don't bother me." Lin Miao seems to have just regained his mind and kicked the garbage can nearby with his feet impatiently.

After all, she is a sister. Lin Wenwen is very aware of her temper. Even if she is entangled with her again, she will not get any useful information. She simply turns around and enters the ward.

When he got married with Suzhou and Hangzhou, he chose a single room with good conditions for Lin Fusheng. The original intention was to make the patient live more comfortable, but he didn't think about it. Several years passed in such a hurry.

As soon as he opened the door, Lin Wenwen was dizzy by the strong smell of disinfectant.

Even if they wear sterile masks and protective clothing, they still can't accept it.

Because of Lin Fusheng's health, the ward must be disinfected regularly. Relatives and doctors should wear special clothes when they go in.

She stood there, not daring to step forward.

Lin Fusheng was lying on the bed, surrounded by all kinds of pipes all over his body. No matter it was thick or thin, it was deeply connected with his life. It seemed to be shocking.

I haven't seen him for a few months. He seems to be weaker than before.

Even with an oxygen mask, every time you breathe, your chest is arched high, and then you breathe deeply before you fall. It seems that you have exhausted your whole body's strength. On the back of your bare hand, you still have a reserved needle that has not been removed, and there is a little bit of bright red inside.

A good man is tortured like this.

Lin Wenwen will bite the lower lip white, but still can not help but send out a small whimper.

Perhaps it was something he felt. Lin Fusheng opened his eyes in his sleep. He coughed violently. His breathing was hard and heavy. It was like a piano that had been abandoned for a long time.

Lin Wenwen ran over in a hurry, habitually trying to help him smooth his chest, but he didn't know how to do it. He could only look at him timidly, "Dad."

As soon as the word came out, her eyes became red.

Lin Fusheng's eyes slowly fell on her body, that muddy pupil finally had some light, he opened his mouth, can only send out some vague voice, "don't cry."

"Dad." Lin Wenwen finally couldn't help but feel the intense emotion. His tears fell on the quilt. "It's my fault. I haven't come to see you for so long."

Lin Fusheng shook his head hard, his lips wriggled for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but his body did not allow him to make this seemingly simple action.

Lin Wenwen wiped his tears and bent down to his lips. Hearing him repeat the word "lawyer", the rest could no longer tell what it was.