After the divorce, Sheng Shao indulged in pampering

In Xia Qinghuan's mind, some pictures appeared uncontrollably.

There was the scene when Fu Yujin and Lin Duoer were about to kiss each other when they ran into each other, and there was also the scene where the other party flirted with Lin Duoer countless times.

Thinking of the hand on her waist touching Lin Duoer's body where she couldn't see it, she couldn't help feeling sick.

In order to prevent her grandfather from finding out, she tried her best to endure, but her physical reaction could not deceive anyone. She was so nauseated that her body trembled, and the muscles in her waist were tense.

However, Fu Yujin changed his attitude of avoiding her in the past, and with the other hand, he gently smoothed the broken hair around her ear.

On the side, Grandpa's frowning brows still did not relax, and he looked at Fu Yujin with dissatisfaction.

"I know that the conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is difficult to reconcile, but all these problems have something to do with you."

"When you were young, your grandma and your great-grandmother also had conflicts, and I was the one who dealt with them."

"Not only did you fail to deal with it, but you also let her go crazy, you..."

As he spoke, Mr. Xia couldn't help choking up, and the worry and impatience on his face could no longer be concealed.

Out of love for Xia Qinghuan, even if they were dissatisfied with the various behaviors of the Fu family, the two elders never said harsh words to Fu Yujin and got angry.

Now even words like crazy are used, which shows that he is really anxious.

Xia Qinghuan understood the crux of Mr. Xia's problem, so she gave Fu Yujin a hand.

"Grandma woke up in the morning, but the doctor said that the patient needs to rest, and only asked us to deliver food at the door, not to go in."

"Don't worry, grandpa, when the doctor says that visits are allowed, we will take you to see grandma."

Grandpa Xia's frown was finally relaxed a little.

Fu Yujin's hand on his waist was still not removed, Xia Qinghuan moved uncomfortably twice, trying to secretly remove his hand.

As soon as his hand touched Fu Yujin's, he held her. The hand on his waist tightened, and he brought her into Fu Yujin's arms.

When the two of them leaned together, Xia Qinghuan could smell the faint fragrance of Fu Yujin's body.

It was different from the scent they used before their divorce, it was a bit sweet and greasy, and it was especially familiar with Lin Duoer's scent.

Unable to control the nausea that had been suppressed all this time, Xia Qinghuan retched with a 'vomit' regardless of the occasion.

Mr. Xia's attention was instantly attracted, he got up and was about to go to the ground despite the chemotherapy infusion.

"Huanhuan, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Qinghuan threw off Fu Yujin, and supported Mr. Xia.

"Slow down, you are weak now, lie down!"

Due to chemotherapy, Mr. Xia's hair fell out. In addition, during each chemotherapy period, he felt nauseated and couldn't eat. He lost a lot of weight, and his cheekbones were raised high.

The patient's clothes were worn on him like a large sack, empty, and the wrinkles on his body protruded like dry old bark.

Xia Qinghuan only felt that the arms in his hands were as light as nothing, like dead wood branches that would break if they were snapped.

Her nose was sore, she didn't dare to use force, and dragged lightly.

Fortunately, after leaving Fu Yujin's side, she didn't feel that disgusting feeling, so she rubbed her stomach.

"It may be that the food I ate in the morning was a bit cold, and my stomach was ruined. I will take it easy."

Mr. Xia seemed to think of something, glanced at them, and lay down on the ground.

"Have you been married for three years?"

Xia Qinghuan was immersed in her own emotions, and mechanically replied: "Yes."

Mr. Xia continued to ask: "Go and check, you are not pregnant, are you?"

When they reached the age of having grandchildren, they also thought about hugging their great-grandchildren, but their granddaughter was in pain, and they couldn't bear to put pressure on Xia Qinghuan, so they never urged her.

Even if they occasionally heard mother Fu's connotation that Xia Qinghuan was not pregnant, they still stood by their granddaughter and supported her.

After experiencing this series of events, today can be regarded as a pleasant surprise.

Xia Qinghuan raised her head abruptly: "Impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" Fu Yujin stared at her stomach, his eyes sinking.

They were enough every time, and there was no way she could have gotten pregnant.

Xia Qinghuan's eyes flickered, she glanced at Fu Yujin, and didn't intend to explain to him.

Mr. Xia is quite open-minded: "If you eat a bad stomach, you have to check it. It's not a bad thing to check it."

"You are still young, don't worry even if you are not pregnant."

Xia Qinghuan moved her lips and responded, "Okay."

She knew the reason for her nausea and didn't intend to really investigate.

The sweet and greasy breath came again, and Fu Yujin held her hand tightly.

"It's okay, I'll go check it out with her."

When talking, he stuck very close, lowered his head, and seemed to want to kiss her forehead.

Xia Qinghuan was shocked for a moment, not caring about being spotted by Grandpa Xia, she lowered her head and dodged it.

Fu Yujin's lips barely brushed the top of her hair.

"Ouch!" Xia Qinghuan was so sick that her scalp tingled.

Fu Yujin's face darkened suddenly.

Mr. Xia frowned: "Go and check."

Xia Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at the chemotherapy solution hanging on the hanger. This bag had just been replaced, and it hadn't been finished yet.

It was evening, and the dim sunlight hit the hospital bed through the window, illuminating grandpa's age spots more and more clearly.

She shook her head, freed herself from Fu Yujin's hand, and stuffed the corner of the quilt for grandpa.

"The doctors are off work. You haven't finished your medicine yet. Let's do it tomorrow."

The ward fell into silence for a while, Fu Yujin sat down next to Xia Qinghuan, the atmosphere seemed unusually harmonious, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

The phone in her pocket vibrated, she glanced at it, and there were only two words on it.

[come down]

It was sent by Sheng Yan.

Xia Qinghuan put down her phone and ignored it.

The vibrations sounded one after another.

[Come down! 】

【You come down, or I go up】

【Don't pretend you didn't see my message】

【Reply】

Seeing that Sheng Yan's news became more and more dense, and the content gradually became violent, Xia Qinghuan looked at the unfinished hanging bottle in embarrassment, and got up anyway.

"Grandpa, I'll go to the bathroom and ask Fu Yujin to stay here with you first."

All the way down the stairs, not far from the inpatient building, Xia Qinghuan was pulled by a big hand to the next big tree.

Sheng Yan clasped her waist and pressed her tightly against his chest: "What are you doing?"

Xia Qinghuan pushed him away and smelled the faint smell of alcohol on his body: "Have you been drinking?"

Sheng Yan rubbed her head vigorously a few times, his eyes darkened: "Why is Fu Yujin still here?"

Xia Qinghuan's scalp hurts, and maybe a few strands of her hair were pulled out. She suspected that Sheng Yan was deliberately retaliating.

She patted his hand off: "He took the initiative to stay and said to help me comfort grandpa until grandma woke up."

Sheng Yan grabbed her hand with his backhand and raised his eyebrows: "I can do it too, don't you think about me?"

Xia Qinghuan's eyes overflowed with sarcasm: "You are here, how can I introduce it to grandpa? Said that after my divorce, I found a hot friend again, and the connection was seamless?"

Sheng Yan pulled her into his arms and corrected, "Boyfriend and boyfriend."

Shady boyfriend and girlfriend?

Xia Qinghuan twitched the corners of her lips, buried this sentence in her mouth, and did not say it.

She changed the angle: "Forget it, grandpa can't stand such a big stimulus."

Sheng Yan didn't use force and continued to explain in the operating room.