obedient lover

The aunt seemed to be angry with his answer on purpose, Zhuo Fan suddenly hung up the phone and threw it on the cushion, stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the hospital.

Xia An, who was left behind, stood on the spot holding the club, frowned slightly as she watched Zhuo Fan's car drifting away.

Why are you in such a hurry? Is it because of the second son of the Xie family?That An Nuo who has been kept by Zhuo Fan's side all the time, willing to be Zhuo Fan's secret lover?

If this is the case, maybe there is nothing wrong with it, but it is not what Xia An wants.

"Brother Zhuo, you shouldn't have passed..." Xia An raised her hand to caress the dandelion petal-shaped necklace around her neck, showing a regretful smile.

Then, he raised the club again, aimed at the target, and scored a hole in one.

After the gastroscopy, An Nuo slept on the hospital bed to rest.

His face should have been bloodless due to the pain, but because of the drunkenness, the sides of his cheeks were a little red.

The hospital gown was worn loosely on the body, and the thin body was almost integrated with the hospital bed.

When Zhuo Fan pushed the door and entered, he saw him sleeping quietly with his eyes closed, and his expression suddenly became a little weird.

Perhaps it was because An Nuo was usually too clean, his face was cold and elegant, and he rarely blushed.Now this appearance makes Zhuo Fan feel strange...

This sense of distance that came from nowhere caused Zhuo Fan's heart to speed up due to panic.

"Master, you are here." Seeing Zhuo Fan, the butler immediately stood up from his chair and bowed slightly to Zhuo Fan.

"Hmm." Zhuo Fan walked towards the hospital bed and responded impatiently.

The doctor adjusted the drip speed for An Nuo, and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Zhuo Fan's question: "What's his condition?"

The doctor picked up the examination report on the table and handed it to Zhuo Fan, and explained to Zhuo Fan: "The gastric mucosa is red and white, mainly white, the folds are thinner or flat, and there are signs of mucosal erosion and bleeding..."

"You fucking speak human words to me." Zhuo Fan interrupted the doctor's words abruptly, and he tightened the report in his hand, "Do you understand these things?"

The doctor's expression changed because of the hostility exuding from him. He had seen too many troubled family members, and he was afraid that Zhuo Fan would do something to him, so he reflexively stepped back a few steps to distance himself: "The antrum of the stomach and the small bend The glands are all atrophic, which is moderate atrophic gastritis. Paying attention to diet and regulating emotions can prevent deterioration."

"What if it gets worse?" Zhuo Fan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"When it develops to severe, there is a risk of stomach cancer. It is recommended to have regular checkups, avoid alcohol, tobacco, cold and spicy food."

When Zhuo Fan heard this, his facial expression instantly froze in place.

"I have to go to other wards to see other patients. If you have no other questions, I will leave first." Even though he was treated impolitely, the doctor's tone was always respectful, but this did not delay his desire to leave quickly. "There is a need to ring the bedside bell."

Zhuo Fan ignored the doctor, and when the door of the ward was closed by the walking doctor, he suddenly kicked on the chair and cursed: "cao!"

The sound of the chair falling to the ground was loud, causing An Nuo to sleep unsteadily, and frowned in his dream.

"Master..." The housekeeper quickly walked over to help the chair up, "Let Master An rest for a while."

"My mother wants to know, how do you look at him? A dozen people can't control him alone. If he resists, he will be beaten. What are the bodyguards at the door doing? The people raised by me are pussy like this?" Zhuo Fan He was very angry, but because in front of him was Master Liu who had been with him for many years, he slowed down his voice and tone.

"This is indeed our dereliction of duty." The housekeeper lowered his head, "Master An has always listened to you very much, and today's behavior is abnormal, we did not expect it."

Zhuo Fan listened to the housekeeper's words, savored them carefully, and finally withdrew his hostility: "You go back first, I will accompany you here."

"Master, you agreed to stay with Master An, but don't lose sight of you when Master An opens his eyes." The reason why the housekeeper said this was because such things had happened countless times before.

Every time he sees the disappointment in An Nuo's eyes that seems to turn into tears, but he resists it, he feels distressed as a bystander.

"Why are you talking so much all of a sudden?" Zhuo Fan pulled the stool he kicked just now to An Nuo's bed and sat down.

The butler looked at Zhuo Fan's figure and sighed softly.Although his eyes have been clouded by the years, he can see things more clearly than Zhuo Fan: "Master, I am also sorry about the matter of the master, but you can't get through this hurdle..."

"Go back." This topic is taboo, Zhuo Fan didn't want to listen, he squeezed the Jingming acupoint tiredly, "If it's inconvenient to take a taxi, tell the driver to pick you up."

"Alas..." The housekeeper shook his head, but turned around and walked out the door.

Don't listen to persuasion, still as stubborn as before.

When he liked Young Master An, he was stubborn. If he didn't see Young Master An for a day, he wouldn't think about eating or drinking.

He was also stubborn when he hated Young Master An, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't torture Young Master An for a day, and he wouldn't listen to any persuasion.

Love vigorously, hate also hate thoroughly.You have to wait until you lose it before you regret it. After all, you are young, you have time to fiddle...

Zhuo Fan stayed by An Nuo's bed until dark, but An Nuo never opened his eyes.

He was upset when An Nuo didn't open his eyes, and wanted to grab An Nuo's collar and shake him awake, but he couldn't do it.

After he walked out of the hospital, he leaned against the door and took out the Russian rich man in his pocket and smoked three cigarettes in a row, and his mood eased a little.

He extinguished the cigarette butt that was glowing in the dark, threw it into the trash can beside him, walked back to the hospital, found An Nuo's ward and opened the door.

Coincidentally, An Nuo woke up when Zhuo Fan left.When Zhuo Fan stepped into the entrance, he was sitting on the bed and slowly peeling oranges for himself.

The fragrance of oranges permeated the entire ward, forcibly suppressing the smell of disinfectant.The air is no longer indifferent, but the mixed smell also smells weird.

Especially after it was mixed with the smell of smoke that could not dissipate on Zhuo Fan's body, it was even weirder.

"Why are you here?" An Nuo asked while eating a piece of orange flesh with his mouth open.

"Why drink?" Zhuo Fan ignored An Nuo's question, leaned against the wall some distance away from An Nuo, and stared at An Nuo.

"Brother Fan, I'm not in a good mood." An Nuo stopped the movement of his hands, looked down at the naked fruit after peeling in his hands, and replied softly.

"Because I didn't eat with you today? When will you care about this kind of thing?"

An Nuo took a breath, and couldn't hold back the hand that was holding the orange. He squeezed the orange slightly out of shape, and the yellow juice splashed on his hand, dripping down the bed between his fingers.

He casually put the oranges back on the table, and was about to get out of bed when he lifted the quilt.

"Why do you move, you can't fucking lie down?" Zhuo Fan sometimes admired An Nuo, and his mood was so bad that he could relieve him instantly with a single move.

He stepped forward and was about to press An Nuo back, but he did not expect An Nuo to dodge him.

When Zhuo Fan was surprised that An Nuo would avoid his touch, An Nuo suddenly stood up and grabbed Zhuo Fan's clothes fiercely, and slammed Zhuo Fan against the wall.

The needle tube in his hand was not removed, because the fingers were too hard, and blood flowed back in the tube.

"What's going crazy?" Zhuo Fan could easily break free from An Nuo's confinement, but after seeing a long section of red liquid crawling in the needle tube, he suddenly stopped moving.

"It's a bit depressed, and I want to vent." An Nuo said.

"What do you want to do?" Zhuo Fan had never seen An Nuo with such gloomy eyes.

"What are you doing?" An Nuo suddenly laughed, "Brother Fan, I want to fuck you, will you give it?"