President, please spoil me!

After completing a series of formalities, Jiang Yi turned back and glanced at the red light in the operating room. After deliberating for a while, he still asked cautiously, "Mr. Huo...do you want to notify Madam about the car accident..."

He stopped talking, but there was no need to say much about the rest.

A cold silence spread in the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.

After a while, the man didn't lift his eyelids, and said four words without any waves on his thin lips, "Block the news."

"Yes."

The operation continued until after four o'clock in the afternoon when the door of the operating room was pushed open.

He opened his eyes and watched the doctor who came out take off his mask. Jiang Yi hurried over, "Doctor, how is our wife?"

Huo Sicheng stood up from the bench, looking at the unconscious woman who was pushed out from inside with his deep and calm eyes.

She was wearing an oxygen mask, her black hair was faintly visible, her already fair skin was pale and fragile, and she lay there quietly, motionless.

"It is out of danger, but it has to be transferred to the intensive care unit for follow-up observation to prevent sequelae of a car accident."

The doctor's words hit the eardrum, and his nerves suddenly relaxed.

It wasn't until this moment that Huo Sicheng felt that his nerves had been tense before that. He slowly inserted one hand into his trouser pocket, and his thin lips curled up a little. It was a smile, but cold.

The scourge will last for thousands of years.

How could she die so easily.

…………

Three months later, the best private hospital in Ningcheng, a senior ward.

On a midsummer day, the outdoor air was scorching hot, and the cool indoor temperature made Xing Hua unable to hold onto the quilt.

She sat on the hospital bed with her knees bent, and held the pillow in front of her chest. The black hair over her shoulders was hanging down on the blue and white hospital gown. Her fair skin was unbelievably white under the paleness of her sickness. She had a soft and weak temperament. It looked like a small white flower that had been broken and damaged.

There is only one pair of eyes, which are too dark, as dark as a night that can never penetrate light.

It's too clean, too clean to have any content.

Xing Hua's slender fingers tightly clenched the pillow, looking at the handsome man who had been sitting in the chair since he entered the door, and never opened his mouth, he mustered up his courage, and shouted loudly, "Old...husband."

No... right?

Tong Ma and Dr. Shen who took care of her every day told her... This man is her husband.

During the period when she woke up, she met him several times. He never spoke, and every time he sat there not far or close, as handsome and noble as his face was, he was as cold and distant as he was now. Humanity, the deep and dark eyes looked at her lightly, as if studying her, but also seemed to be just watching her indifferently.

Tong Ma said... her husband is very coquettish, so correspondingly, his personality is relatively cold, and his temper is... not very good.

She hasn't experienced how her temper is, but she has experienced the coldness every minute.

Huo Sicheng raised his eyelids, and a slender sneer flashed across his eyes, "What did you call me?"

She blinked her eyes, and called again softly, "Old, old, old...husband."

The man didn't speak, just looked at her silently.

That look was deep and unpredictable, the longer Xing Wei felt, the more creepy he felt.

Sure enough, she is awesome and coquettish, with a cold temper and a bad temper... hey.

She lowered her eyes and pondered silently for a while, then looked up at him again, and tentatively called out, "My husband... my lord?"

Huo Sicheng, "..."

He leaned back, a cold smile gradually formed on the corner of his lips, "Xing Hua."

She immediately responded obediently, "What's the matter?"

He stared at her too fair face, and said in a playful tone, "Don't remember anything?"

Xing Hao scratched her hair, confused, "You find a psychiatrist or psychologist to interrogate me every three days on average, and have done various checks on my head these days...do you think I ...pretending to have amnesia?"

Huo Sicheng didn't speak, just looked at her indifferently.

Xing Hua was depressed and aggrieved, "Even if I lie to you... so many experts in psychiatry and psychology, as well as professors and doctors, you don't believe what they say?"

Rape her head every now and then, and ask.

Huo Sicheng played with the ring on the ring finger of his left hand intentionally or unintentionally, with a deep sense of ridicule, "If they knew about your unparalleled and wonderful achievements in the past, they might not believe it themselves."

Xing Hua, "..."

She looked at the man's handsome and indifferent eyes, and asked eagerly, "My husband... don't you... like me very much?"

The corner of the man's lips twitched, and his voice was cold, "Everyone knows how much I hate you."

Xing Hua only felt her eardrums vibrate, as if the words just now hit her heart with a heavy hammer, and immediately spread a dull and numb pain, which lasted for a long time.

She stared at him blankly, and lowered her head in bewilderment.

Although she had guessed a little bit before, because she had a car accident and lost her memory, but he had a cold attitude, rarely came to see her, and never said a word of concern for her.

Even if you communicate with her occasionally, every word, punctuation mark, eyes, and even the corner of your eyes reveal a deep indifference and dislike.

Even so, she still had expectations for him.

Because she woke up for so long... The only ones who cared about her and could talk to her were Tong Ma, whom he sent to take care of her, and her doctor, Dr. Shen, who was also his friend.

Oh, there was a man named Tang Yan who also came to "visit" her.

But Tang Yan wasn't cold and disliked, he just obviously disliked her, causing her to put her hot face on someone's cold ass.

A few days ago, she secretly asked Mother Tong why she was injured so badly in a car accident and why no group of relatives and friends came to see her.

Mother Tong looked at her with pity and distress in her eyes, and her expression was complicated.

She asked again, "I don't have grandparents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, parents, brothers and sisters, who are my girlfriends. No matter how bad it is, I have to have classmates or colleagues, right?"

Tong's mother said, "Madam, you don't go out very much on weekdays, and you don't socialize much... You haven't mentioned it to Mr. Huo about your relatives and friends."

She didn't give up, "Then...how about parents-in-law, uncles, sisters-in-law, etc?"

"Mr. Huo is an orphan."

"..."

Her mood at that time was more complicated than Tong Ma's expression. She had no father or mother, she didn't even have a friend or colleague, she almost died in a car accident and returned home, and there was no one who came to see her with a fruit basket. A lonely cabbage.

At first, she comforted herself that marrying a handsome and rich husband was fate's compensation for her. Although this husband didn't care much about her, everything was not perfect.

But the only husband who was looking forward to her hated her, and everyone knew it.