After the wrong marriage, she became the wife of the first chaebol

The butler ran to the door with a serious face, and immediately explained to the servant behind him after hearing the voice.

"Hurry up and prepare the medicine."

"Yes Yes."

The servant hurried downstairs.

And the movement in the room was getting louder and louder, like a violent storm hitting the floor, bang bang.

Shen An'an was taken aback, and when she came back to her senses, the butler had already pushed the door eagerly and rushed in.

When she also walked in, she was almost hit by the white jade bottle flying towards her. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and leaned against the wall to escape.

But the butler was not so lucky, he was hit by the teacup in the leg, half kneeling on the ground.

"Young master..." the butler said painfully.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Fu Jinshen growled while sitting in the wheelchair, surrounded by chaos.

He tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes and frowned, his clenched fist pressed against his forehead with bulging veins, and his other hand was slumped beside the wheelchair, with blood dripping from his fingertips.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and opened his eyes to look at Shen An'an.

The scarlet eyes were no longer restrained, like a trapped beast, cruel and dangerous, as if it would swallow Shen An'an in the next second.

In his eyes, Shen An'an seemed to be nailed to the wall, unable to move.

Well, it's scary!

She really wants to run!

Fortunately, the servant rushed in with the medicine and interrupted Fu Jinshen's gaze.

"Eldest, young master, drink the medicine." The servant's hands trembled tremblingly.

Fu Jin looked at the medicine bowl deeply, and swept the medicine bowl vigorously with his blood-stained hand.

With a bang, the medicine bowl shattered into several pieces, and the soup spilled all over the floor, some even splashed on Shen An'an's legs, making her shrink back from the heat.

Fu Jinshen continued to vent like a gust of wind, muttering in his mouth: "My head..."

The servants flinched in fear.

The butler couldn't bear to take out the needle from his pocket: "Master, I'm sorry."

Seeing this, Shen Anan rushed forward and grabbed the butler's hand.

"Housekeeper, what are you doing?"

"This is the tranquilizer left by the doctor. It is too late to prepare the medicine again now. The young master has a headache and no one can control him. My wife is afraid that the young master will hurt himself and others, so I will give him a shot as a last resort. Tranquilizer."

The butler reluctantly pushed Shen An'an away.

Shen An'an looked at the tormented Fu Jinshen, his handsome face flickered under the broken floor lamp, dangerous abstinence, and...struggling restraint.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she somehow grabbed the butler's arm.

"Steward, don't treat him like this, he is not a crazy animal."

"But..." The housekeeper looked at Shen An'an helplessly.

"I'll come. You go and prepare the medicine."

"what?"

The housekeeper looked at Shen An'an in disbelief.

Even the servant who often took care of Fu Jinshen at home was so frightened that he couldn't sleep every time he saw this scene, fearing that one day he would be smashed to death by Fu Jinshen.

On the first day Shen An'an arrived at Fu's house, he dared to take the initiative to approach Fu Jinshen.

Without waiting for the butler's response, Shen An boldly walked towards Fu Jinshen.

Say everything, do you want to go back on your word?

Anyway, she was agile, if Fu Jinshen dared to hit her, she would hide.

Fu Jin stared at her deeply, and there was a little blood on the lens, which seemed to be printed on the end of his eyes, adding a bit of evil charm.

"Why do you say that?" He said hoarsely.

"what?"

what did she say?

"You should run, otherwise I will kill you, and the Shen family will not dare to say a word." Fu Jinshen's eyes were filled with blood.

"I ran away, you can kill me too."

There is no solution to this problem.

"Get out!" Fu Jinshen clasped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, his fingertips were trembling, enduring the pain.

Shen An'an bit her lip, folded the sleeves of her wide nightgown a few times, and raised her hand towards Fu Jinshen's head.

"I'll do a little head massage, and I'll help you relieve it."

My uncle also suffered from headaches, and when the students angered him, he couldn't sleep all night because of the pain.

In order to take care of him, my aunt specially bought a book on massage by an old Chinese doctor, but the acupuncture points on it are densely packed, and my aunt has bad eyesight, so I asked Shen Anan to teach her one by one.

Shen An'an naturally learned something.

"..."

Head massage?

There are as many physiotherapists in and out of Fu's house, and none of them can cure his headache, because it is a heart disease.

However, the next moment, soft little hands penetrated into his hair and began to massage gently.

Shen Anan lowered her head, leaned into his ear and said, "Massage can only relieve you, don't keep thinking about troublesome things, now you can think about whatever I say."

Fu Jinshen didn't say a word, but her hands were really comfortable. They were not like ordinary daughters who tried to pursue slimness, but they were a little fleshy, warm and soft on the scalp.

Her voice was also very clear, and the sweet breath lingered in his ears, making people calm.

She said: "Husband, think about Nanshan. There are bamboos all over the mountains and plains. They are so green and cool."

She added: "Husband, I heard that there is a cold spring in the mountain, which flows down from the top of the 480-meter mountain, and you can take a sip to beautify your face."

Fu Jin corrected in a deep voice: "486 meters."

Shen An'an tilted her head: "Huh? So you're listening?"

The dark air between Fu Jinshen's brows faded, and his hands that were gripping the armrests of the wheelchair were slightly loosened.

Shen An'an didn't dare to slack off, lest he suddenly go crazy and throw her out.

She continued: "They said that the sunrise there is very beautiful, I have never seen it, have you seen it?"

Fu Jin paused, and said coldly, "No."

Shen An'an laughed: "So you haven't seen it before."

Fu Jinshen's expression relaxed, and he said coldly, "Push the wheelchair up the mountain? If you want to die, just keep laughing."

Shen Anan curled her lips and muttered, "I'm sorry."

who!

No gratitude at all.

The two of them chatted one after another, and the room gradually calmed down.

The servant behind him sweated for Shen An'an, but was surprised to find that the redness in Fu Jinshen's eyes had faded a lot.

Afterwards, the butler handed over the newly boiled medicine.

Fu Jinshen no longer resisted, raised his head and drank it, and Junrong soon returned to his usual coolness.

Seeing that he was fine, Shen Anan was ready to let go.

Fu Jinshen ordered, "Continue to massage."

Shen An'an: "Yes, husband."

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Jinshen fell asleep under the influence of medicine and massage.

The butler assisted Shen An'an to help Fu Jinshen onto the bed. When she leaned over to take off Fu Jinshen's glasses, they were close to each other and breathed intertwined. Fu Jinshen looked like a god statue, which made people feel unreal.

The housekeeper coughed lightly, and Shen An'an came back to his senses, and stood up embarrassedly with a blushing face.

The housekeeper said softly: "Young Madam, today is thanks to you."

Shen An'an glanced at the sleeping Fu Jinshen, and asked in a low voice, "Butler, why does he have a headache?"

The housekeeper looked solemn, thinking about Shen An'an's care for Fu Jinshen today before he was willing to speak.

"In the car accident two years ago, the young master and his father were both in the car. The young master's leg was seriously injured. He couldn't save his father at all, so he could only watch his father die. Until today, the driver who caused the accident was not found. It's his heart disease, taking medicine can only alleviate it."

"..."

Shen An'an was startled, looking at Fu Jinshen on the bed, feeling a little complicated.

The butler bowed his head and said, "Young Madam also rest early, the old madam and the wife said that they will come back to see you in person tomorrow."

After speaking, the butler led the servants out of the room.

The room that had been cleaned up looked particularly empty.

Shen Anan frowned: Where do I sleep?Anyway, can you leave me a quilt?