One Thought Addiction: Fu Shao's Heart-to-heart Doting on His Wife

"Aren't you going in?" Duan Zhizhu, who was standing beside Jian Changqing, asked knowingly.

If Jian Changqing wanted to go in, she would have gone in immediately, and would not have hesitated at the door for so long. The more hesitant a person is, the harder it is to make up his mind.

"Don't you want me to go in?" Maybe she had been waiting for this moment to see her own situation and Fu Nianchen's heart clearly. When she saw the scene in front of her, she felt a sense of fate.

"That's right, I don't want you to go in, but I won't force you and stop you from letting you in." Duan Zhizhu gave a low laugh, but revealed a sense of self-mockery, "You Some things are still right, I shouldn't force my thoughts on you."

Seeing that Duan Zhizhuo's remarks changed so quickly, Jian Changqing couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

"What are you doing looking at me like that? I love someone, but I still have a bottom line." Duan Zhizhu couldn't help explaining when he met Jian Changqing's eyes.

Jian Changqing didn't reply to him, he didn't comment on what he said, and turned to look at the people in the ward.

As long as Fu Nianchen looked at the people on the hospital bed, Jian Changqing looked at Fu Nianchen for as long.

"Do you want to stay at the door of the ward all the time?" After an unknown amount of time, Jian Changqing was standing in the ward, which surprised Duan Zhizhu.

"Do I have to be questioned by you when I stand outside the door?" Jian Changqing couldn't help but get angry at Duan Zhizhu.

Duan Zhizhu stepped back a little, "You really don't need to do this, we are not enemies."

"That's not a friend either." For Jian Changqing, the person standing on Yan Ruohan's side cannot be her friend. As for whether it is an enemy or not, it cannot be easily defined.

"Actually, you don't have to put all your thoughts on Fu Nianchen. A person who can't love you wholeheartedly can't be called a good partner, can he? And I think you deserve better." Duan Zhizhu persuaded Jian Changqing Give up Fu Nianchen.

"It's fine for you to hide behind your back and make it happen, but you still want to persuade a married woman to give up her husband to make your so-called love come true?" Jian Changqing sneered at this.

Duan Zhizhuo didn't argue with her, and seemed to be sympathetic to her situation.

She is married to Fu Nianchen, but the husband she talks about is standing beside another woman's bed, waiting for her to wake up.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Ruohan, who had been in a coma, finally showed signs of waking up.

The reason why Jian Changqing, who was watching from a distance outside the ward, knew that Yan Ruohan was about to wake up was because of Fu Nianchen's actions.

Yan Ruohan's eyelashes trembled twice, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"You're awake, I'll call the doctor." Seeing that someone woke up, Fu Nianchen got up and went to find a doctor, but before he got up, he was clenched by one hand.

"Don't go." Yan Ruohan's voice was weak and hoarse.

Fu Nianchen was pulled, and the person who held him was an injured person who had just undergone an operation. How could he break free? He could only follow her wishes.

"Don't go, will you stay with me?" Yan Ruohan begged for his company.

No matter how hard Fu Nianchen is, he has no way to leave her at this time.

Seeing that Fu Nianchen didn't leave again, Yan Ruohan smiled, like a child whose wish was fulfilled, his smile was full of satisfaction.

"Today's dream is really good. You didn't leave. It would be great if you could keep dreaming this dream." Yan Ruohan held Fu Nianchen's hand tightly, for fear that the person in front of her would disappear after she let go.

Feeling the strength in his hands, Fu Nianchen frowned slightly.

"This is not a dream, Ruohan, you were injured and just woke up after the operation." Fu Nianchen explained the reality to her.

Yan Ruohan shook her head, "This is not reality, this is a dream, only in the dream, you will speak to me so tenderly, in reality, you will only kill me, tell me to go, only treat me I'm cruel, how long has it been since you talked to me properly, since I returned to China, you no longer have me in your eyes, let alone talk to me softly like now."

When Yan Ruohan's words reached the point of sadness, tears welled up in her eyes, "Brother Nian Chen, I miss you so much, I miss you every minute and every second when we are apart, my heart aches when I think of you, even It hurts to breathe, but I can't see you, and I can't go back to my country, so I can only use various methods to alleviate my pain."

Fu Nianchen suddenly remembered what Jian Changqing had said to him. He lowered his head to look at Yan Ruohan's wrist, which was covered with horrific and terrifying scars. These scars explained the difficult days in her mouth.

Fu Nianchen looked at Yan Ruohan's eyes gradually softened, Yan Ruohan's fragility was like a sharp cone knocking open his layer of ice, splitting a few cracks.

"I said I won't leave." Fu Nianchen frowned, as if a promise.

"Really?" Yan Ruohan asked happily, "Don't drive me away, too?"

Her tone was so cautious, which was enough to show how anxious she was.

"I won't drive you away." Fu Nianchen said.

With his words, Yan Ruohan laughed heartily.

"Okay, can we call the doctor over now?" Fu Nianchen said helplessly.

However, Yan Ruohan still refused to let go, "No, I will never let go of your hand again, I am afraid that if I let go of you, I will never find you again."

"But what about your injury? Your body is gone?" Fu Nianchen had no choice but to deal with Yan Ruohan like this.

"It doesn't matter to me. I can feel that I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me. If you don't believe me, I'll get up and show you." After that, Yan Ruohan struggled to get up from the bed to show Fu Nianchen how well she was.

Yan Ruohan's anesthetic hadn't passed yet, so she didn't feel the injury on her body, so she had the illusion that she was fine. Even if she was in pain, if she could keep Fu Nianchen, she would be willing to hold back the severe pain to do it.

"Nonsense!" Fu Nianchen scolded, "The doctor told you to stay in bed, what are you doing, when your anesthesia passes, you will know the pain."

Fu Nianchen's scolding did not make Yan Ruohan restrain himself, but the smile on his face became brighter.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Nianchen looked at the smile on Yan Ruohan's face and asked in confusion. He smiled so happily after being scolded by him.

"You care about me. I know. Brother Nianchen is still the same as before. He is always so dishonest and hides his sincerity in a harsh tone." Yan Ruohan said a little secret that only Fu Nianchen and he knew, and smiled broadly. So cheerful, only in front of Fu Nianchen would she show the appearance of a little woman of her age, delicate and beautiful.

Yan Ruohan tilted her head and looked at Fu Nianchen affectionately. She needless to say her affection for Fu Nianchen, the way she looked at Fu Nianchen alone was enough to explain everything.