The mystery husband is a little bad

It happened between the lightning and the Firestone. Shen Huan only heard the screams of panic from the people around her. She forgot to respond, or she was scared. She didn't have time to respond at all. Just when the knife was two centimeters away from her, a powerful arm suddenly sprang out in front of her, pushed him away, and took the knife.

The edge of the blade directly cut his palm, and the blood immediately flowed. The scene suddenly became a mess, and the screams were heard all the time.

Shen Huan's face was also white with fright. At this time, the security guards of the restaurant gathered around and subdued Shen Yue again.

Shen Yue is also frightened. She is silent and forgets to struggle. The knife is loose and low. Shen Huan responds and looks at Fu Zhongqian's bloody hand with a white face: "get the towel quickly!"

The restaurant staff immediately brought towels and first-aid kits, but they could only deal with the problem simply and suppress the bleeding. The most important thing was to go to the hospital.

The restaurant immediately sent a person to send Fu Zhongqian to the hospital. Before leaving, Fu Zhongqian also made a phone call to explain the follow-up matters, so he got on the bus.

Shen Huan was in a hurry all the way. Seeing that the thick towel was also dyed red with blood and his face was white and white, he did not stop pressing. The whole person was in disorder.

Fu Zhongqian saw the situation and steadied her hand: "don't worry, it will be OK."

He lost too much blood, his lips were white, and Shen Huan's eyes were full of tears: "how can you say it's OK, how can you be so stupid, how can you pick it up with your hands?"

"If I don't, the knife will come into your body."

Shen Huan was trembling when he heard that. Fu Zhongqian was right. It was really a close call just now. If it wasn't for Fu Zhongqian, it must be her who was lying on the ground now. Tens of millions of words of gratitude gathered in her heart. She said, "thank you."

"If you really want to thank me, you know how to thank me." He leans back and leans on the car. For this reason, he still talks with her about the terms.

Shen Huan bit his lips, and finally glared at him angrily: "when is it? How can you still have the heart to say this?"

"It's just because of the sensitive times." He can still laugh.

Shen Huan's eyes were red with anger: "I'll talk about it when you are well."

"Well, I'll take it for granted." Fu Zhongqian has a smile on his lips.

Shen Huan said angrily, "how can you be so domineering? How can you have a virtue with Gu Tianqing?"

"Ha ha, it's not that one family doesn't go into one door. Call me at the hospital. I'll have a rest."

"Hey, don't sleep..."

"Don't worry, I'm either in a coma or I have a sore wound. I might be better after a rest."

“……”

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hospital.

Fu Zhongqian sewed six stitches on the wound in the palm of his hand.

As a result, he didn't take anesthetics, and suffered from them.

Shen Huan was beside him. He was shocked to see that the needle went through his flesh and blood. His muscles were all tangled, and her heart was also twisted.

She held out her hand and asked him to hold it, but he didn't. instead, she asked the doctor for a stick, bit it in his mouth, and then carried the whole sewing process without saying a word.

At last, Shen Huan could not see it. She retreated to the outside and waited until the doctor said she would go in.

Fu Zhongqian was in a cold sweat. In fact, she was not much better. Now her hands and feet are cold and her thighs are still shaking.

"Doctor, are you ready? Is he OK? "

"How can it be ok? The wound is so deep that you can see the bone. Keep it well back. Never touch the water. Change the medicine regularly. Take the medicine on time. If the infection is troublesome, the wound will be inflamed and cause high fever. Pay attention tonight."

"I see, doctor. Thank you."

Because the wound was so big, Fu Zhongqian was forced to stay in the hospital.

He was not willing to leave the hospital, but Shen Huan said, "stop making such a big wound. If you have a fever, what can you do? Stay here."

Hearing this, Fu Zhongqian once again hooked his lips and said, "what identity do you use to talk to me, the Savior?"

Shen Huan looked up at him as soon as he was worried. "No identity can hold you back. The identity of the future wife is enough."

Fu Zhongqian raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly he lay down quietly: "well, this identity is good, it's very suitable for you. I'm tired. I'll go to sleep first."

He lost too much blood, and his strength was still overdrawn.

Shen Huan sits by the bed and sends a message to Ye Jia, telling her to ask her to help take care of Ran Ran, and that she will go back later in the evening.

Ye Jia asked her if she was in any trouble. She said about the attack, but she didn't say that Fu Zhongqian was the one who saved her.

In the evening, there was a high fever in Fu Zhongqian.

It's a natural response to inflammation in the wound.

Fortunately, in the hospital, doctors and nurses came to deal with the emergency immediately, but when Fu Zhongqian's fever subsided, the East was already exposed.She was also exhausted, unable to carry it, and fell asleep beside the bed.

Fu Zhongqian has a good health and seldom gets sick, so he soon wakes up. As soon as he moves, he finds Shen Huan sleeping beside his bed. His little face is resting on his arm. He is not comfortable sleeping. He is still holding his hand. The morning sun rises slowly from the sky, falls on her little face through the window blinds, casting mottled shadows.

When he moved, Shen Huan on the bed woke up, looked up bleary and sleepy, and saw Fu Zhongqian staring at himself with bright eyes. The sleepiness immediately disappeared: "you wake up!"

Fu Zhongqian smiled faintly. There was a green scum on his chin. He looked down at the clothes on his eyes: "did you change it for me?"

Shen Huan was stunned, and two suspicious blushes appeared on her face: "you sweated a lot last night, and your clothes were wet, so I......"

"Oh, it's OK. I'm glad you'll change it for me, future wife."

“……” Shen Huan was speechless. "Mayor, I was joking with you last night. Don't take it seriously."

When Shen Huanyi heard the name, he felt Alexander.

Fu Zhongqian looked at her seriously: "I'm not kidding you, Miss Shen." Fu Zhongqian recovered his serious and cold face. "I'm not going to joke with your little girl at my age."

"Don't say that. I'm not a little girl, and you don't look that old." Shen Huan really responded.

Fu Zhongqian hooked his lips and said, "now I'm old?"

"No, I don't dislike you either. I have no right to dislike you." Shen Huan sighed to her fingers.

"Well, in that case, it's settled."

“……”