Emperor Shao chased his wife crazy

An Yu sighed helplessly: "I won't sneak away, I just want to do something of my own, so as not to disturb you."

Ke Chenye raised his chin arrogantly: "Is it up to you whether to disturb or not? Come here and sit here."

He patted the chair beside the bed, An Yu showed hesitation, and finally walked towards him in a compromise.

At the beginning, she still had some scruples, for fear of arousing his suspicion, she dared not write too hard, always a little timid.

But soon An Yu was immersed in it with all her heart, her expression was focused, and she completely forgot everything around her. The pencil made a rustling sound as it rubbed against the paper, and the prototype of the wedding dress appeared vividly on the paper.

She didn't notice at all that Ke Chenye's face was getting uglier, he clenched his fists, and suddenly became angry, and stretched out his hand to pull her over!

An Yu was caught off guard, the pen and paper fell on the floor, and the tip of the pen was broken. She had no time to take care of it, but felt his warm hands groping around her face. An Yu's heart tightened, and she suppressed her strange tone: "Mr. Ke?"

Ke Chenye looked cold, touched her short hair and facial features, and asked coldly, "Who the hell are you!?"

When he said this, he pressed her carotid artery intentionally or unintentionally with his fingertips, did he want to judge whether she was lying or not through the change of her heartbeat?
This thought disappeared in a flash, An Yu pinched her thigh fiercely, and quickly calmed down, her tone pretended to be unclear, so she said, "I'm Lina, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm asking about your real identity!" Ke Chenye said sternly, feeling extremely oppressive.

An Yu smiled helplessly: "My original name is Anna, but you said you didn't like this name and told me to change it, but you were not satisfied after I changed it, Mr. Ke, you are really fickle."

Ke Chenye's tightly knit brows relaxed, and a rare hint of confusion flashed across his expression.

Her pulse was steady and she didn't look like she was lying.

Thinking of something, Ke Chenye got out of bed and bent over to pick up her drawing book, An Yu's hand subconsciously stretched out, and then hurriedly put it back.

"Come here." Ke Chenye groped for her wrist again, pulled her up and walked out, his voice implied warning, "If I find out that you lied to me..."

An Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and the chill made her back tense. When she regained her senses, Ke Chenye had already led her out of the ward, and grabbed a person who came over casually: "What is the painting on it!"

"Ah?" Brin looked at An Yu blankly, not understanding what they were playing.

An Yu shook her head with a slight arc, looking at her earnestly.

Bryn nodded knowingly.

"Is it a wedding dress design?" Ke Chenye was aggressive, not giving them a chance to breathe.

There was a flash of surprise in Brin's eyes, wasn't he blind?How does he know?

"No." Brin categorically denied, with a very firm tone, "It's a red apple, plump and round, bright in color, Lina, I don't see that you can draw."

An Yu showed a modest smile cooperatively: "I've recently become interested in painting, so I went to learn some."

Ke Chenye pursed his thin lips tightly, still showing no signs of relaxing: "Are you sure it's an apple?"

Brin and An Yu exchanged glances, nodded and said, "I swear to God, this is an apple. Is there anything else? I'm leaving now."

Ke Chenye remained silent, and Brin left under An Yu's grateful eyes.

An Yu turned her head and saw him turn around and walk into the ward, she hurriedly followed, but he tore the painting to pieces!
"Mr. Ke—" An Yu let out a small exclamation, and Ke Chenye easily broke the pencil into two pieces, threw it on the ground in disgust, and said in a cold voice: "I don't like these, don't use them in the future. Come to me."

"Okay." An Yu silently agreed, and knelt down to carefully pick up the shredded paper on the ground.

He had defended her reputation with his actions a few months ago, but in the past few months, he had torn her hard work to pieces with his own hands.

"You can go back." Ke Chenye didn't turn his head.

An Yu left the ward, and returned to the apartment with mixed feelings. She didn't care about rest, and quickly put the pieces together into a complete picture, copied it on the intact paper, and started to perfect the details.

She originally wanted to finish the design draft in her spare time while taking care of him, but since he didn't like her drawing in front of him, she could only finish it in the apartment, and the originally short time was more urgent now.

She is relatively good at wedding dresses, and the image of Fang Zilu appeared in her mind. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she waved it casually, and a design drawing quickly appeared on the paper.

The suspenders can well highlight Fang Zilu's right-angled shoulders; the floor-length skirt spreads out layer upon layer, like the waves of the sea; the whole presents a transition from white to blue, and the dusty gray blue can better neutralize her delicate and bright appearance... …

But when it comes to men's suits, An Yu has a problem.

She had never seen Fang Zilu's fiancé, so she wanted to design a men's suit that matched his personal style...

An Yu's eyes gradually went blank, and the nib of the pen wandered unconsciously on the paper. Suddenly, she came back to her senses, and the paper showed Ke Chenye sitting on the rooftop!

He looked sideways at her, with a careless smile on the corner of his lips, a little scarlet between his fingers, the edges and corners were softened by the setting sun behind him, and his whole body seemed to be engulfed by the infinite light.

She was startled, and the pen she was holding tightly dropped to the paper.

Early the next morning, An Yu made breakfast early and carried her to the ward. The ward was drawn with thick curtains, and the ground was in such a mess that it was difficult to walk.

An Yu tensed up, and hurriedly scanned the room, and saw Ke Chenye sitting in a corner with his knees bent, his shoulders slightly shrunk, and his tall figure seemed cramped.

Distressed and funny at the same time, she softly put the breakfast on the table, took the medicine box at the side, walked up to Ke Chenye and squatted down.

His muscles shrank slightly, and a familiar fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose, and his expression eased.

"Don't move, I'll give you another medicine." An Yu said calmly, skillfully removing the gauze on his feet, revealing the injured area.

The two were silent until Donald's slightly surprised voice sounded: "Good news, the new cornea has arrived, and you can have the transplant operation at any time. This time the match is very high, Mr. Ke, I hope you can cooperate actively this time." .”

An Yu was taken aback, her excitement immediately cooled down because of his words.

Yes, what's the use of them being happy, the most important thing is what Ke Chenye thinks.

If he is still as resistant as before, no matter how many operations are performed, it will be useless.

"Doctor," An Yu looked at Donald with a serious expression, "I want to take him out to relax, can I apply for discharge for half a day?"

"This..." Donald showed hesitation. Ke Chenye is now blind, and it is inconvenient to go anywhere. Even if An Yu is watching, there is no guarantee that there will be no omissions.

Seeing what he was thinking, An Yu fought hard: "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him and not let him have any accidents."