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In the future, Mu Nian retreated too hard and toppled the bottle.

The needle in her hand flew out, tore her skin and blood vessels, and immediately, blood flowed all over the ground.

Fu Sinian's figure was swift, he grasped the bottle holder with one hand, and clasped Mu Nian's wrist with the other. After putting the bottle holder in place, he picked up a cotton ball and pressed it on her wound.

The bleeding stopped.

Mu Nian's body kept shaking.

"Are you so afraid of me?" Fu Sinian pressed the cotton ball and looked at her pale, bloodless face.

"..." She lowered her head and said nothing.

"Okay." He said hoarsely, "You rest well in the hospital, and I will let Chu Mo take care of you."

"I can do it myself."

His breathing was heavy and heavy.

In the end, without saying anything, he moved his hand away, stood up, and closed the door.

Before the door slammed loudly, Mu Niancong thought to me that Fu Sinian would actually leave.

He obviously tied her with a tie yesterday, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of the exhaustion brought about by the fever, her body gradually couldn't support herself, and she lay down slowly.

Her throat was a little thirsty, and she didn't have the strength to hold water. Compared to having Fu Sinian by her side to take care of her, she would rather be so thirsty that she had no water to drink.

She can no longer approach him.

She should hate him.

Hate him for being ruthless, hate him for being selfish, hate him for dealing with someone who clearly has a beloved, hate him for being so lonely that he disdains love and family.

but.

Now what position does she have to hate him.

……

Fu Sinian left the ward.

Sitting alone in the silent corridor.

People who come and go will look at him more or less. His image is too eye-catching. If he hadn't had a cold face and fierce eyes, I am afraid that many girls would come over and ask for WeChat. .

Soon.

Chu Mo and Yan Di rushed over.

The two were about to enter the door, Chu Mo's eyes were sharp, and he asked in surprise, "Boss Fu?"

Only then did Yan Di find Fu Sinian sitting outside the door, and he immediately asked, "Is something wrong with Ms. Mu Nian?"

Hearing his question, Chu Mo also raised his heart.

Mr. Fu's expression was indeed not very good.

"She said she wanted to rest." Fu Sinian paused, "Chu Mo, go in and pour her a glass of water."

"Yes."

Chu Mo walked into the room with a puzzled face.

If Ms. Mu Nian is fine, why does Boss Fu look so gloomy?

Yan Di sat down beside Fu Sinian: "Master Fu, what's wrong with you?"

"She's avoiding me." Fu Sinian frowned. From his expression, he was in pain, his eyes were gloomy, as if a black storm was brewing, "Why? I'm not good enough for her?"

"Well, you've been very kind to her since you were hurt and asked her to take care of you."

"Then why is she?"

"Have you ever considered that her avoiding you means that her heart is approaching you, and she feels that she shouldn't be greedy for you?"

Fu Sinian pursed his lips: "Huh?"

Yan Di sighed: "I talked to Ms. Mu Nian before, she had a child with a hemorrhage before, she passed through the gate of hell, and finally survived, but you want to divorce her and force her with one billion yuan, she can't forgive her." You were normal at that time."

"So, she is afraid that she will fall in love with me again?" Fu Sinian asked.

"I think the odds are high."

Fu Sinian was silent.

His body leaned forward slightly, his long fingers pressed his eyebrows, his strong back, and his broad shoulders with exquisite lines could carry the entire Far East, but he couldn't resist the hatred of his beloved.

She hates him so much.

He hates so much that he would rather hurt himself than get close to him.