Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang took a rare smoke back.

He stood in front of the window lattice, looking at the drops of water falling from the eaves outside the window, one after another, numbed by nicotine.

As the night progressed, the housekeeper asked him: Call the doctor for you and take care of the injury on the back of his hand.

He said, no need.

I threw away the last cigarette butt, turned around, left the sweet-scented osmanthus room, and got in the car.

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In the ward, all the mist on the window had not evaporated yet, forming a winding curve on the glass, like the path of her memories.

I was in a daze from crying, and my memories were intermittent. She didn't want to remember it, she was too tired and in pain.

She rang the bell and called the nurse: "Please, give me two tranquilizers."

"By the way, can the tranquilizer relieve the pain?"

The little nurse looked at her fragile and miserable appearance, and moved her eyes to the stitched wound on her foot: "Does the wound hurt?"

"No...forget it, give me the tranquilizer."

The little nurse went out and went to the office to find Li He for a prescription.

While Li He was typing out the prescription form on the computer, he muttered: "How can I take this medicine every day..."

The little nurse took the two pills prescribed by Li He and gave them to her.

After taking the medicine, Song Weiyu looked out the window. I thought I could fall asleep quickly like last time, but I didn't expect that I was confused and completely out of control.

Through the half-wet and half-dry window, her mind shifted from school to Fu's house, from skirt to wedding dress.

Amidst the dangers and continuous rain, a figure is getting closer and closer.

Indifferent and few words, firm and cold.

Song Weiyu was tossing and turning on the hospital bed. As soon as this figure appeared, he immediately became quiet.

My thoughts started spinning because of this figure.

In the first two years, she didn't take him seriously. He was a bodyguard with unknown origins, a ruffian who was born in the military area, and a mercenary who came back from overseas.

She didn't know how many people's blood was on her hands, and she was even afraid of him.

But she didn't know when...she discovered that this man had always stood firmly in one position.

No matter how she beat, scolded, resented, or forced, he would always stand next to her.

Every time she had no choice but to retreat, there was always a solid chest behind her to protect her. He said in her ear: You move forward boldly, I will always be behind you.

He said it and he did it.

Therefore, in those years when the undercurrent was surging and extremely difficult, she never worried that her back was empty. She could give him the back she couldn't see.

Later, you can also trust him with your life.

But the only thing that was not given to him was love.

She persisted for many years, always reminding herself not to go too far. She cut off any possible ambiguity between the two and regarded him as...a regret.

Treat it as a destined regret.

She would deliberately alienate him, deliberately neglect him, and deliberately be intimate with others in front of him.

Until that day, she was filled with despair, watching the kidnapper approaching step by step who wanted to humiliate her, holding an eyebrow trimmer in hand and planning to die in that scary and dark alley.

His figure gradually became clearer. His familiar black shirt was wrapped with a bulletproof belt, and his hands were wrapped in wire finger guards, which were already covered in blood. There were some blood stains on Li Li's face, but he remained calm and silent. He looked at her steadily and fought all the way over.

He took away the eyebrow trimmer she was using to commit suicide, took off her body armor and put it on for her. Finally, he gave her a rare smile and said: You're so good, I'll be waiting for you.

He was afraid that she would give up before he could wait for him.

However, when she saw him, her first reaction was to shout desperately: "Chen Fang! Go back, don't come and die."

She also realized that she loved him deeply.

……

Sleep came over me, and my eyes closed tightly, as if I could smell the tobacco smell on him again.

In fact, she didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but every time she got close to him, the smell of tobacco mixed with cologne on his body always made her feel at ease.

This smell shows that he is around.

A slight smile appeared on Song Weiyu's sickly face. In her dream, she firmly held the hand with a thick callus on the palm.

On the hospital bed, she closed her eyes and moved her body, rubbing her face into the hand.

In this way, the smell of tobacco on the tip of the nose is stronger.

She sniffed it slowly, but she didn't find it unpleasant, and instead slept more peacefully. But she didn't dare to open her eyes and look. She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, she would wake up from this dream and the hand she was holding would be gone.

With his eyes closed, the corners of his eyes were moist, and the side of his face was pressed tightly against his palms: "I miss you so much, why don't you walk? Please don't leave me alone..."

In the empty ward and on the huge bed, she huddled into a ball and tightly held a slender, strong hand.

Outside the window, there is no moon tonight.