divorce?Think beautifully!

Fang Yan pulled Chu Heng's sleeves tightly, with such force that the veins on his forearms burst out, stretching one by one across his fair skin, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, showing a bit ferocious.

His pupils were dark, and his expression was forbearing. There was a bit of struggle, and there was also a bit of joy of regaining what was lost. Chu Heng looked puzzled.

This... what happened?This man... why does he have such an expression?

Chu Xiaoheng turned to look at Li Min.

Li Min rubbed his forehead, with an expression of a headache. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a strange old woman who came in with Chu Heng, and snorted softly: "You'd better explain to him what the scar on the side of your neck is."

Chu Heng subconsciously touched his neck.

It was just a very small wound that punctured the capillary, leaving a very shallow blood scab. He didn't pay attention to it at all. This person... This person has been in a coma, how did he know?

Could it be that last time when he was sober... he noticed it?

Chu Heng was taken aback, "Just... I accidentally scratched it! Look, it's so shallow, it's short, and it didn't bleed."

He straightened his neck, moved closer to the man, and pointed, "It's all right, look at it, it's ready."

Hmm... Maybe this person is worried about him!

Chu Xiaoheng didn't think too deeply.

Fang Yan sneered, did not speak, but his eyes were extremely sharp, looking straight into this guy's eyes.

Does he think he is a fool?

"Ouch, whoops!"

Chu Xiaoheng felt a pain in his wrist, and immediately called out, "Don't...don't don't...don't be angry, you have something to say! Why are you so angry?"

The man pinched his wrist and exerted some strength, but his expression was still cold.

"It's up to you... Zhang!"

This sentence suppressed a bit of hatred.

Chu Heng understood.

But he really couldn't take it as if he understood, so he could only pretend to be stupid, scratching his head naively: "Aha? What... what do you mean? Ah Yan, please relax! My hand hurts... my hand hurts~"

Fang Yan suddenly loosened his grip, and his long and slender hands fell to his side as if out of strength, panting lowly, with a look of disgust on his face.

Hey...it really makes people shake off their goosebumps.

The man was half-lying on his back, leaning against a big soft pillow behind him. After such a toss just now, the hospital gown was a little wrinkled, and he was extremely tired.

Even though he was so sick and so weak that he couldn't even sit up, he was still dignified and elegant, with picturesque features and an arrogance of being in a high position.

Chu Xiaoheng withdrew his paws with an aggrieved face, and while rubbing, he muttered and complained: "Look, look, it's all red..."

All right!It is considered that he has rough skin and thick flesh, otherwise, if it was Fang Yan, he would have swelled up long ago.

"Give you."

The man snorted coldly, with a bit of disdain in his starry eyes, he tried his best to raise his hand, his slender white fingers moved slightly, and with a little difficulty reached out to Chu Heng.

"What happened?"

Knowing that his strength was exhausted, Chu Xiaoheng hurriedly raised his hand to hold it, lightly rubbed the back of the man's smooth and cold hand, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing to me?"

Huh?What are you doing all of a sudden?Besides... Such a slippery hand, could it be that he gnawed on it?

"Pinch it back."

The man squinted at him, still angry, his lips were dark purple, his voice was low and weak, but his tone was neither salty nor weak, and he deliberately yelled at him.

"what……"

Chu Xiaoheng shrank his neck timidly, and smiled apologetically, "That... I can't, I was just joking."

The man's hand was cold, and the palm was soaked in cold sweat. Chu Heng held it, and rubbed the bruise on the back of his hand with some distress.

This time...he had to suffer a lot again.

Huh?Why is there a pinhole?Blood stains?

Chu Xiaoheng's eyes lit up, he bent his head, poked it with his index finger, then raised his head angrily and stared at it: "Did you pull out the needle privately again?"

They are all swollen.

The man rolled his eyelids, still looking like he didn't want to talk to him.

Chu Xiaoheng curled his lips and muttered, "It's really worrying!"

The man raised his eyes in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.

Who worries whom?His guy also really speaks.

"I brought that mother-in-law here." Chu Heng still held his hand, and shook his head behind him with a smile, complaining a little: "I think Rick is probably crazy, he wants to attack mother-in-law. Hit me."

As soon as the words fell, he felt that something was wrong with Fang Yan's eyes.

Ok?

The man kept his eyes fixed on the side of his neck, thoughtful.

"What... what's wrong?" Chu Heng didn't hide, but moved a little closer, "Look, look, it's ready, really!"

Only by letting this person see clearly can his heart be completely at ease.

"Ah!"

An indistinct cold snort condensed from the man's throat, and he still seemed to be indifferent to answering.

Chu Xunheng curled his lips, still holding his hand to play with, and turned his head to give the strange mother-in-law a big smile: "It's okay, it's okay, mother-in-law, don't mind, he is just like this, he has a weird temper, and he doesn't mean to target anyone. .”

The strange mother-in-law was sitting not far away, she had a panoramic view of the interaction between the two, she didn't speak, and her expression was complicated.

These two young men... really are like glue, one gags, pretends to be stupid, and the other has clear eyes and knows it well.

But the root cause is that they are afraid that the other party will worry, and at the same time they are deeply worried about the other party.

Fang Yan turned sideways with some difficulty, supported the bed with his arms, and sat up a bit.

His body was really weak, and he stood up just now because he was suffocating in his heart, but now that energy was relaxed, he was so tired that he couldn't even move his arms.

"Don't move, I'll come!"

After finally looking forward to a chance to be courteous, Chu Xiaoheng naturally moved extremely nimbly, quickly helped the man up, neatly arranged the pillow behind him, and smoothed the wrinkles of the quilt.

Then he continued to sit aside, holding Fang Yan's hand and playing with it.

Mmm... It's cool, but quite comfortable.

Chu Xiaoheng half-closed his eyes and smiled contentedly.

This person's fingers are slender, with distinct joints, and even the lines in the folds are more delicate than ordinary people's. The nails are round and round, and the shape is good-looking. During this period of hospitalization, they grew a little longer. Chu Heng poked them, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and his inspiration Shan, "Ah Yan, Ah Yan, let me cut your nails, okay?"

The man's eyelids twitched.

"Can you stop for a moment?"

He rolled his eyes at that guy, then turned sideways, his eyes fixed on Li Min, "How is the matter I arranged?"

Li Min was packing up the instruments and medicines, and casually said: "Everything is normal, but there is no result yet. Princess Mary said that she will do her best to help."

The man nodded slightly, his expression filled with deep tiredness.

"Grandma, he told me everything you told Xiao Heng before."

"So now, maybe tell me the hidden things...?"