Time and you are my fault

Just as Chu Yi was about to get angry, the person in front of her suddenly closed her eyes, and her head fell into her shoulder socket, and there was no movement again.

"Zong Yanchu?" Chu Yi felt that she was about to be overwhelmed.

She pushed him hard, "You lift so hard!"

Still no response.

Chu Yi thought for a moment, she won't be crushed to death by him on this bed, right?
With all her strength, she pushed the man aside, and she gasped for breath.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the needle on the back of his hand starting to bleed, which made Chu Yi startled.

Not caring about other things, Chu Yi quickly got up and pushed back the raised infusion tube.

The blood flowed back into the blood vessel along with the medicinal liquid, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a toss was full of sweat, but fortunately his wrist was finally loosened by him.

Chu Yi looked at the man's weak face, and then checked the wound on his right arm which had been bandaged. Fortunately, it did not open again.

After climbing out of bed, he pulled up the quilt and covered it, then left the room lightly and closed the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, the man who had kept his eyes closed on the bed opened his eyelids.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time, and finally closed his eyes weakly and fell asleep.

Chu Yi went downstairs to get her handbag, took out her mobile phone and called Tezhu Wang.

"Did the boss not explain to you when he returned to the manor last night?" Tezhu Wang asked in surprise.

Chu Yi was stunned, the scene of last night was vivid in his memory.

"The boss was robbed after taking the ring back to the hospital. In order to get the ring back, one of them cut his arm with a knife. I went to the police station to make a report and did not follow into the hospital, but I saw it clearly. The wound must be fifteen centimeters long."

Chu Yi thought about the scene at that time, and saw the wound treated by the family doctor, which was very long and deep.

Flesh was flying, and a lot of blood was shed.

"The boss returned to the manor after suturing the wound. It may be later. Did he not mention a word?"

Chuy didn't know how to speak.

He didn't have time to go back to the manor for dinner, was it because the wound was bandaged in the hospital...

She suddenly remembered the pink diamond ring, "That ring..."

"Ring...Madam, although the boss didn't say who the ring was for at first, after hearing what the designer said, I think it's for you."

"why?"

Chu Yi couldn't help throbbing in her heart, but she regretted it after asking.

"Because the boss said that work must be done before your birthday, the designer named this 7.25-carat ring 'Beloved Wife'. You are the boss' wife."

Chewie felt her feet were a little soft.

Until she hung up the phone, her soul was still erratic.

The name of the ring is... Beloved Wife?
A sentence that Zong Yanzu said suddenly popped up in his mind.

"I'll make up for what's missing for you."

Make it up?

But you don't know Zong Yanqi, all this came too late...

Zong Yanzu thought that Chu Yi had left, but the door was pushed open an hour later.

He heard the gentle and familiar footsteps approaching, and the gentle breath passed by his nostrils.

Then the numb back of her hand was pressed by her warm fingertips.

She carefully pulled out the needle and pressed the needle hole for him.

Chu Yi was in a complicated mood, staring at the white tape under her fingertips in a daze.

The man suddenly started coughing to pull her back from her thoughts.

The eyes met each other for an instant, Chu Yi let go of the hand pressing the needle's eye.

Pretend to be calm and explain, "You passed out, the servant is on vacation today, so I stayed."

Zong Yanzu didn't respond, and sat up with his arms propped up.

Chu Yi subconsciously pressed his needle again, but blood was already seeping out, she frowned and blamed, "Why are you moving?"

A hoarse smile floated in my ears, "Are you...ahem...worried about me?"

Chu Yi's movements froze, and the hand holding the needle's eye was not retracted, nor was it not retracted.

"What can you do if you're injured? If you die in the basement, I'm not divorced, but widowed."

"Chui..." His voice was weak, with a hint of pleading, "I'm already like this, can you talk properly."

"You kissed me forcefully in a dream just now, and you didn't even settle the score with you, and you still wanted me to talk to you..." Chu Yi muttered in a low voice.

"What?" the man asked, frowning.

"It's okay." Chu Yi looked at the sky outside the window, "You call someone to take care of you, I'm leaving."

As he turned around, his arm was pulled.

She turns around.

"The servants finally took a vacation, do you think it's appropriate to call them back?"

Chu Yi hesitated for a moment.

"Then tell mom to ask the people from the manor to come over."

"Let the manor know about my injury, so Mom won't cry out in a hurry."

Zong Yanchu also rubbed his brows helplessly.

Chewie believed this.

She also started to feel embarrassed, she can't be allowed to stay here to take care of him, can she?
"I want to eat shredded chicken porridge." He said suddenly.

When looking at Chu Yi, a little light flickered in his eyes.

Chu Yi choked, dare to make a request?
But seeing the begging sound of him lowering his posture, he answered yes so mysteriously.

Until standing in the kitchen, Chu Yi couldn't help but pat her mouth!
Why is there no gatekeeper!

Later, her body was more honest than her mind, and she began to cook porridge quietly.

It's not like I haven't taken care of him for so many years, one more time and one less time won't change anything.

The aroma of the kitchen soon spread to the entire living room.

Zong Yanzu changed into his pajamas and went downstairs.

My sense of smell is not very sensitive, but I still smell a faint fragrance.

It was already dark at this moment, and the lights of thousands of families were spread out in the thick night.

He stood at the kitchen door, watching the little woman busy in her apron.

Between the drooping eyes, strands of hair fell to the ears.

Such a scene was engraved in the bottom of my heart, and my heart suddenly became extremely soft.

It is a very happy thing that some people wait to go home and others wait to eat.

How had he not noticed in the past?

Walking behind the girl, he gently hugged her from behind with his arms, and hugged her into his arms.

Chu Yi was thinking about something and didn't notice his arrival, and she was startled by being hugged suddenly.

She reached out and pushed him, "Let go!"

"Hiss—" He seemed to be touched by a wound, and he gasped in pain.

Chu Yi didn't dare to move immediately, and her voice was a little annoyed, "Let go!"

His shoulders suddenly sank.

The man bent over, put his chin on her shoulder, and breathed hot air into the pinnae of her ears.

Chuy felt the hairs all over his body stand up sensitively.

"Not loose." In a very light and rascal tone, "You push it."

Chuy, "???"

Who is he scaring? !

It was still Chu Yi who lost the battle.

She held the spoon still, as if he didn't exist.

But he became more presumptuous, his arms tightened, and he sucked on her shoulder, "It smells so good."

I don't know if it's the food or her body.

Chuy didn't go into it.

The sound of breathing in her ears was too obvious, making her thoughts a little confused.

"Do you want to eat anyway?" she asked.

"Very hungry, I want to eat."

"Eat and still not let go?"

Chuy turned her head to look at him, the warm light in the kitchen reflected a faint halo in his eyes.

For a moment, Chuy saw the tumbling desire in his blurred eyes.

She blinked and looked again, only to find that she was thinking too much.

Zong Yanzu loosened his arms, raised his hand to pick up the porridge that was simmering on the stove, and walked out.

Chuy wanted to stop him, but seeing that his footsteps were steady and his hands were normal, she let him go.

There were light meals on the dining table, and the two sat next to each other to eat as in the past.

But Zong Yanzu did not move when facing the porcelain bowl and spoon in front of him.

Chu Yi sipped the porridge and glanced at him, "If you dare to order food again, believe it or not, I will stuff this bowl into your mouth."

Zong Yanzu rested his injured arm on the edge of the dining table, and said calmly, "My arm hurts so much that I can't hold the spoon."

To put it bluntly and fearlessly.