Reborn after marriage, He Shao becomes addicted to pampering his wife

She never thought about telling him from beginning to end because she felt there was no need. Life was not important to her, so she could rush forward without any regrets.

Hear this.

Zhou Baixiu finally understood that he was worried about his wife and was upset that she ignored her own safety and did not tell him after the accident.

Zhou Baixiu sighed, and he instantly understood He Yichuan's pain.

On one side is a loving wife, and on the other side are brothers. Fortunately, this ending is a happy one, otherwise...

No one dared to persuade him at this time. After all, these two people were very important to him, and they might feel even worse if it were them.

"Hey, Brother Chuan, I know you feel bad, but you're lucky to be alright. Talk to your sister-in-law later and don't upset her. I heard from Ajie that both his sister-in-law and he were knocked unconscious."

When He Yichuan heard this, he looked at Pei Jinghong with tired eyes, his eyes were filled with deep emotions and a hint of shock.

Seeing his surprised face, Pei Jinghong couldn't help asking him: "Brother Chuan, you quarreled with sister-in-law without asking clearly? Why are you like this? If it weren't for you, would sister-in-law rush to save Ajie?"

"No, Brother Chuan, what did you say to my sister-in-law? You were really mean to her. You can't bully her just because she has a good temper. She saved your brother and you treated her like this right after he was discharged from the hospital. What if your sister-in-law runs away?" Cheng Ke accused him in a slightly louder voice.

I didn’t expect that a man who is usually so calm would be so confused when it comes to love!

He Yichuan lowered his eyelashes, his thoughts were a little confused, and he remained silent, just drinking.

Pei Jinghong and the others did not dare to interfere in the relationship between the two. They could only drink with him silently without saying anything.

A few hours later.

The man was drunk like a puddle of mud, lying on the sofa with his eyes half closed and his legs casually spread apart.

"Brother Chuan, should I take you home?" Zhou Baixiu knew that he was still conscious, so he asked him.

"No, just get a room next door and help me over there."

Here.

Su Xi's emotions fluctuated greatly. His chest was a little painful from the collision, and a familiar taste of blood appeared in his throat. He stood up half-supported by the sofa, and eased his palms up and down, trying to suppress it.

Unfortunately, the movement was too large and the blood in his throat spurted out. The bright blood splattered everywhere. There was a hint of red at the corner of his mouth and his chest heaved up and down.

She leaned quietly on the edge of the sofa, slowly calming down her sad emotions and trying to relieve herself.

As she moved downward, her chest continued to feel stuffy and the pain intensified, so she had to hunch over.

Finally, he fell down helplessly.

"Brother Chuan, be careful."

Several people helped him to the prepared room. He leaned on the sofa and waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

Seeing this, Zhou Baixiu asked Cheng Ke and the other man to leave first, and he stayed and sat quietly on the other side of the sofa. He looked at the man opposite and said, "Brother Chuan, there is something I need to tell you about my sister-in-law."

The man's sharp eyes scrutinized his face.

"When we went to the hospital to see Fang Junjie that day, we met my sister-in-law in the corridor. She was staring at a couple with burning eyes. She looked dazed and her face looked strange. I don't know if she recognized an acquaintance. Then my sister-in-law was discharged from the hospital immediately. I heard from Ajie that she must not have recovered yet. After all, he is still in the hospital, so he asked you to be careful not to irritate her."

Zhou Baixiu spoke earnestly, he really didn't expect that one day he would talk about these things with Brother Chuan.

In Zhou Baixiu's opinion, Brother Chuan has always been methodical and rule-based in his work, and he must have his own considerations for suddenly getting married.

But this has never been his area of ​​expertise, so deviations are inevitable.

He Yichuan lay drunkenly on the sofa, motionless, his expression dazed and his eyes full of confusion.

In the hospital's VIP ward.

Aunt Tang and the others surrounded the bed, listening carefully to the hospital's instructions, afraid of missing a single thing.

After the doctor left, Aunt Tang covered the fainted Su Xi with the quilt and asked Butler Li in a low voice: "Did the young master answer the phone?"

"No." Butler Li shook his head, holding the phone in his hand.

"Oh, why didn't the young master answer the phone? It's so worrying! Lao Li, do you want to tell the wife that she has been hospitalized?"

Aunt Tang’s face was filled with worry, wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and her tone was filled with bewilderment.

Butler Li thought seriously for a while, rubbed his face with his hands, and then waved his hands, "Let's not talk about it for now, wait and see if the eldest master replies tomorrow and then make a decision. If the lady knows that the two of them had a quarrel, it will be even more difficult to deal with it."

"Oh, the madam is really suffering this time. If I hadn't come up and take a look, I guess no one would have noticed the pool of blood in the room."

Aunt Tang has had a better impression of Su Xi since her last chat with her. She is neither pretentious nor squeamish. It is difficult to find such an understanding and respectful employer.

"Stop talking, go outside and don't disturb the wife's rest."

Butler Li couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He thought the couple's feelings were gradually growing stronger, but they ended up having a quarrel not long after. And it was such a serious quarrel.

Butler Li closed the door of the ward with a heavy face, holding his cell phone tightly in his hand.

In the early morning, the sunlight after the snow shone into the room through the window, and He Yichuan was awakened by the bright light.

He had spent the night lying on the sofa, his clothes were wrinkled and his hair was messy. He used his long fingers to take out the mobile phone from his trousers.

Shut down due to lack of power.

He stood up and walked to the bedside table, grabbed the charging cable, and rushed into the bathroom.

After a simple tidying up, I turned on my phone again and found that the screen was full of calls.

With a tap of her fingertips, she called Butler Li back.

"Young Master, you finally answered the phone? I called you all night, but no one answered."

Butler Li's strong voice came, with anxiety in his tone, and a bit of joy after the call was connected.

"Ok?"

He had just washed his handsome face, his mind was a little clearer, and he responded in a low voice.

"Young Master, please come to the hospital soon. Madam fainted last night and vomited a pool of blood. When we went upstairs, we saw her lying on the ground, surrounded by blood and glass. Look how serious your quarrel was!" Butler Li said anxiously, with a hint of accusation in his voice.

He Yichuan's head buzzed when he heard this. He picked up the key that fell on the sofa and rushed out. He struggled to squeeze out a voice: "How is she now?"

"He was sent to the hospital last night. The doctor said that his old chest injury had not healed. His mood swings and long-term excessive thinking caused him to vomit blood. He just woke up. Your Aunt Tang is helping his wife get up and wash up."

"You take good care of her. I'll be there now." He Yichuan's delicate face was full of regret. His fingertips holding the phone turned pale and he walked hurriedly.