Mr. Fu has a white moonlight in his heart

That day ended in embarrassment. After Mei Junyu slapped him, he went back to the bed. Fu Tong stood beside the bed for a while, but no matter what Fu Tong said, Mei Junyu didn't respond to Fu Tong.

Until Fu Tong left, Nan Yiran also knew that he was not welcomed by Mei Jun at this time, so he didn't go in at all. After such a toss, it was time for dinner. Naturally, Xie Zixing couldn't cook, so Nan Yiran Go get ready to eat.

Xie Zixing entered the ward by himself, looked at Mei Junyu lying on the hospital bed, and sighed, Mei Junyu's eyes were closed, if you didn't pay attention to his trembling eyelashes and clenched fists, you would think that he was already Fell asleep.

It is rare for Xie Zixing to think of the old days. Today, every minute and every second is very happy. Those pains seem to have been a long time ago. Xie Zixing patted Mei Junyu's head: "Xiao Yu, you didn't do anything. Wrong, don't blame yourself."

Mei Junhe opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse. When the slap was slapped, Mei Junhe felt a little more pleasure in his heart, but now there is only emptiness left in his heart. It's as if the whole person is walking in the white snow, with no direction and no way out.

Mei Junyu raised her hand to cover her face, her voice trembling: "Brother Zixing, what should I do? How could I hurt him? But at that moment just now, I could only feel a distorted pleasure."

Xie Zixing knew that Mei Junyu didn't ask this question to get an answer, but only had such an outlet for venting. He stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms without saying anything.

The warm embrace poured out all the bad emotions, and Mei Junyu sobbed almost instantly.

On the other side, Fu Tong stared at a very embarrassed face, and walked directly on the streets of country A, but he couldn't care less now.

He felt as if he had been stabbed several times severely, and the pain made him want to find a place to curl himself up.

But can the pain now be worth one-tenth of that of Mei Junyu at that time?

Fu Tong thinks he is not a good person. If there are eighteen hells, he must be the first batch to go up the knife mountain and down the oil pot. But when doing those things, Fu Tongcong has no regrets.

But the matter about Mei Junyu is what he regrets the most. Every thing, every word, when he thinks about it now, it feels like a needle is pricking his heart carefully.

He regretted it.

He was in excruciating pain.

He would rather Mei Jun and him have a big fight than refuse to have any interaction with him now.

Fu Tong just walked back to the hotel, because he was here, and Fu Tong's personal assistant also came to country A. The assistant and Fu Tong lived in the same hotel, but the rooms were next to each other.

The assistant just came out with something to do. Seeing Fu Tong like this, he was stunned. After all, he has been with Fu Tong for so many years, and he has never seen Fu Tong in such a mess.

The assistant sometimes thinks that if it is ancient times today, Fu Tong must be a young man who rides a horse and whips a whip in fresh clothes and angers a horse and suffers all the glory. The frayed leather toe made the assistant a little unsure of his thoughts.

However, as if Fu Tong didn't see him, he walked to the door of his room expressionlessly, took out his room card, opened the door and walked in.

The assistant swallowed, for some reason, when the boss just walked past him, he felt that the boss's mood was extremely low now.

As for the person who dared to slap Fu Tong, the assistant felt that he already had a candidate in his mind who dared to slap Fu Tong, who had not been killed by the boss and made the boss so disappointed.

But the assistant just shook his head, and then went out to do his own business. He believed that Fu Tong would not find him in a short time.

Fu Tong sat in front of the French windows of the hotel in a daze. He thought about everything that happened today. After a long time, he smiled wryly.

It wasn't until the alarm clock on the phone rang that Fu Tong glanced at the phone blankly. It was the alarm clock he set to deliver meals to Mei Jun on time. Although those meals were not delicious, they were made with all his heart. .

The habits he developed these days made Fu Tong stand up suddenly, wanting to go to the kitchen, and when he walked out of the bedroom in the suite, Fu Tong realized that the room he lived in did not have a kitchen, and then he remembered his current situation.

Even if it is made, who will it be given to?

Fu Tong stood at the door for a while with his eyes downcast, and finally took out his mobile phone and called the person in charge of the hotel.

Two hours later, in the hotel room, there was something he made himself in front of Fu Tong. Fu Tong picked up the chopsticks and delivered a mouthful of food to his mouth.

The taste is not good, but it can be justified. There is too much salt, which is enough to match Fu Tong's current mood, which makes the mouth a little bitter.

But Fu Tong, who could almost be said to be well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, ate up all the meals.

Just after eating, Fu Tong suddenly felt his stomach turned upside down, and he rushed to the bathroom holding the sink and vomited wildly.

Fu Tong didn't eat anything at first today, but after he vomited everything in his stomach, Fu Tong felt a fishy taste in his mouth.

is blood.

Fu Tong blankly glanced at the glaring red color in the sink, and didn't realize what it meant for a while, but the dizziness and pain that he had been ignoring since the morning surged up in an instant.

But Fu Tong didn't call for help, he just lay down on the bed clutching his protesting stomach.

And Fu Tong also slowly lost consciousness in the high fever.

When Fu Tong woke up, he still couldn't figure out where he was now. He raised his hand to take a look, and the hanging needle in his hand made him sure.

He seems to be in the hospital now?

Fu Tong lowered his eyes, straightened his upper body and wanted to sit up, but the door was pushed open directly.

The person who came in was someone Fu Tong never expected no matter what - Fu Tian.

When Fu Tian saw Fu Tong who had woken up, a glint of joy flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly, so Fu Tong didn't notice.

Fu Tian didn't say anything, and stepped forward to help Fu Tong shake the bed, with a rare soft tone: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

But Fu Tian is a big boss after all, he is used to being serious when he speaks, and he is a little serious when he speaks with concern

Fu Tong glanced at Fu Tian, ​​habitually reticent: "I'm not hungry." Fu Tian didn't care, or in other words, this is the way the two father and son are used to getting along.