After Marrying the Villain, I Became Popular

Huo Yu's fingers were warm and dry, and when they brushed against the skin, there was an itch. Xia Wan pursed her lips and turned her face slightly.

"What do you mean 'is yours', young master?" Xia Wan felt that Huo Yu's awkwardness was a little funny, so she approached him with a smile and lowered her voice extremely low, "You can take medicine indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense oh."

The word "oh" was stretched extremely long by him.

Huo Yu hadn't gotten away from the previous emotions, seeing Xia Wan laughing heartlessly, he couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "You can't take medicine indiscriminately."

"Oh." Xia Wan thought he looked a little cute, and couldn't help but smile with her lips pursed.

"You're right." He smiled for a moment, couldn't help but look around, and then whispered, "So, during the agreement period, the young master is also mine?"

Huo Yu didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Under the bright golden sun in the morning, his eyes looked like bottomless vortexes, which reflected a summer night alone.

Seeing his thin lips pursed into a line, Xia Wan felt a little guilty for some reason.

But immediately, he poked lightly on the chest muscle with his finger without knowing what to do: "Isn't that right, young master?"

Not only did the young master not answer, but even lowered his eyes.

Xia Wan tilted her head, thinking that the young master still needs to be coaxed.

He was thinking about Zhao'er, but Huo Yu spoke.

"In the future, you have to tell me about this kind of thing." His voice was very weak, "You remember what you asked me before, don't you?"

"Of course I remember," Xia Wan recalled the words she coaxed Huo Yu, and explained to herself, "I just think they won't pay attention to our family like they pay attention to your uncle, after all, our family is not a threat to them."

"That won't work either." Huo Yu raised his eyes as he spoke, determined and forceful.

Xia Wan looked at him for a moment, and didn't feel compromising: "Okay, okay, listen to the young master, okay?"

Huo Yu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xia Wan tugged at his sleeves and said fawningly: "Let's go, take the young master to eat delicious food."

"What food can the hospital have?" Huo Yu seemed reluctant, but his voice softened.

"Let's go out to eat without the hospital." Xia Wan smiled and blinked.

Huo Yu snorted softly, but the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

There are many large and small restaurants in front of the hospital, and the main customers are patients and their families.

Xia Wan didn't take Huo Yu there, but led him to the outside.

The summer morning wind was very gentle, blowing on Xia Wan's face, lifting his forehead hair.

Xia Wan unconsciously squinted her eyes, and asked Huo Yu, "Eldest Young Master, what did you do at our school that day? Is there something wrong?"

"It's a lot." Huo Yu glanced at him and refused mercilessly.

"Tsk," Xia Wan puffed her cheeks, looked up at Huo Yu, and walked back, "The young master is really double-standard, just now you asked me to confess everything, but I hid it when it was my turn. ",

Seeing that Huo Yu was indifferent, he said, "Then I'll do double punctuation too."

"You dare." Huo Yu gave him a cold look.

"Then what are you going to do?" Xia Wan stopped and moved forward gossipingly, even his eyes lit up a little.

Huo Yu didn't stop at one step, and bumped into him, and for a moment the two of them were almost stuck together.

Under the mottled shade, he could almost feel the faint temperature from Xia Wan's body, as well as the faint smell of disinfectant that he had acquired in the ward.

Such a close distance makes people feel intimate, but also inexplicably makes people extremely tormented.

Huo Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't even feel the tightness of the fingers hanging by his side.

"Forget it." Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Xia Wan turned around boredly.

"I'm going to find you." Just after taking two steps, Huo Yu's voice came over again.

"Huh?" Xia Wan paused, then turned her head in doubt, "Looking for me? Is there something wrong?"

He asked this question naturally, as if he couldn't go to him if there was nothing wrong.

Huo Yu's face was unconsciously gloomy, but he still said, "There is something wrong."

"Is your uncle going to sing a big show again?" Xia Wan clenched her fists when she heard this, as if gearing up for it.

Huo Yu looked down at him, and was amused again.

He couldn't help but raised his hand and touched the top of Xia Wan's hair: "No, it's about your last design draft."

"Oh." Xia Wan's eyes widened, and there was a little nervousness in his expression, "Did you find someone to look at it? Isn't it good?"

Not bad, but great.

"Very good," Huo Yu said, "Even Teacher Li praised you for your talent."

"Really?" Xia Wan heaved a sigh of relief, and a joyful smile appeared between her brows and eyes.

"Yeah." Huo Yu nodded, and the corners of his lips were stained with a smile, "We plan to make this design as Yan Yu's main autumn style."

Xia Wan was stunned for a moment, then asked uncertainly again: "Really?"

There was a slight smile on Huo Yu's lips, and he raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "I lied to you to get money?"

Xia Wan bit her lip, and then the smile on her face could no longer be restrained.

His melodious laughter entered Huo Yu's ears along with the wind, and then reached where his heart was,

Huo Yu looked down at him for a moment, and couldn't help but also laughed.

After walking through two intersections, Xia Wan stopped in front of a shop.

"Is it okay here?" he asked, adding, "It's a chain restaurant, and it's clean inside."

Huo Yu looked up at the bright red signboard at the door, and finally nodded.

"What would the young master want to eat? I'll treat you." Xia Wan pushed the menu in front of Huo Yu.

Huo Yu looked at it for a while, and finally ordered a seafood porridge.

"Don't save me money." Seeing that he only ordered one thing, Xia Wan lowered her head and added more, "I can still make money now."

He said what he remembered, and looked at Huo Yu: "Jewelry designers should also remember to give money."

Huo Yu looked at him and smiled: "Remember."

Only then was Xia Wan relieved, and happily lowered her head to write down the dish codes on the menu.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, steamed dumplings, crispy glutinous rice balls, Taiwanese meat dumplings, large pork chop rice, hot and sour kelp root, small crispy pork...

When he was about to write, his hand was held down by Huo Yu.

"Enough." Huo Yu said as he looked down at the long order list.

Xia Wan put down the pen, then scalded the tableware carefully with boiling water before handing it to Huo Yu.

Huo Yu took it and held the cup in his hand.

The cup that had just been scalded was still slightly hot when it touched the skin, and his eyes were fixed on it, with a rare tenderness in his expression.

"Your father," he slowly turned the cup in his palm, "is there any other treatment after surgery?"

"Four more treatments are needed," Xia Wan said. "After that, there is a high probability that a full set of genetic testing will be done to see if there are any targeted drugs that are suitable for the symptoms."

Targeted drugs are very expensive, ranging from seven to eight thousand a month to as much as three to fifty thousand, not to mention the possibility of assisting other treatments.

Huo Yu nodded, and his tone was as tactful as possible: "If you have financial difficulties, you can tell me."

"The amount you gave before is enough," Xia Wan rarely paid homage to Huo Yu, "and I can also make money myself. If I broadcast live once a week, I won't be afraid of relapse in the future."

"What are you talking about?" Huo Yu raised his hand and stroked the loose hair on the top of his head, "Think of something better."

"I want to think about something too." Xia Wan said softly.

He has a deep understanding of this disease, and Xia Chengzhang's first diagnosis has already transferred, and the stage is not good.

Objectively speaking, the possibility of recurrence in the future is very high.

Xia Wan had experienced the torment of the disease before, and she was very calm about the pain.

And as a family member of the patient, he also hopes that he can maintain enough reason to make correct judgments at any time.

"Now the medical methods are getting more and more advanced," Huo Yu's voice softened a bit, "We can use the best medicine."

Xia Wan didn't speak, but looked at him as if he was amused.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say, Xia Wan." Huo Yu was not very satisfied with his performance.

"Young master, you don't understand these things." Xia Wan said as she put a glutinous rice ball to her lips.

The glutinous rice balls were a little hot, he puffed up his cheeks and blew gently, his rosy lips were slightly pursed, but there was still a little smile between his brows and eyes.

It looked soft and sweet, like the dumpling on his lips.

Huo Yu looked at him quietly, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and even his eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile.

"Is it wrong for me to let your dad do the best treatment?" he asked.

After Xia Wan ate the glutinous rice balls, she said slowly, "This disease has a first-line plan, a second-line plan, and so on."

"My dad's condition is not bad now, and the first-line regimen is enough," Xia Wan explained, "If we take all the later medicines in advance, it is indeed possible to reduce the recurrence rate, but once he relapses, it means that he has become resistant to the medicines. Then we will face the dilemma of no medicine available."

"You don't understand the difficulties of cancer patients." Xia Wan finally said.

Huo Yu looked at Xia Wan, seeing him talking unhurriedly while eating.

Although his words sounded calm, Huo Yu knew that before that, he must have done a lot of homework and made difficult choices.

The sunlight from outside the window made his eyelashes almost transparent, and they trembled slightly in the air with the movement of eating.

Xia Wan looks pretty, harmless, and is the kind of child that anyone is willing to hold in their hands and pamper them. Such children are generally more fragile.

But to his family, he is like a prickly bamboo, careful, gentle, but also tough and strong.

You can be patient and make the other party happy, and you can also take on the responsibility of a family in the face of disaster.

Huo Yu was in a daze: Being Xia Wan's family member must be very happy, right?

Wen Yunzhi was a little tired after being busy for a long time.

She took a sip of water, turned her head to look out the window, and relaxed her eyes from reading the report all morning.

When the door of the office was knocked, she thought it was her assistant bringing lunch, but it was Xue Wenxuan who opened the door.

"Why did you come here at this point?" Wen Yunzhi smiled and stood up, "It's just time to have dinner with me."

"Okay." Xue Wenxuan sat down with a smile, and calmly put the documents in his hand on the corner of the sofa.

"What is this?" Wen Yunzhi looked at the kraft paper bag, and unexpectedly saw the words "Xiawan" on the paper bag.

Her expression tightened, and she hurriedly bent down to get it.

Xue Wenxuan raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "I wanted to talk to you about it after dinner."

"Let's talk now." Wen Yunzhi picked up the file folder and couldn't wait to pour out the information inside.

There are quite a few pages of information, most of which come from Xia Chengzhang's hometown.

"Originally, our clues were about to be broken." Xue Wenxuan said, "But I accidentally discovered a record of Xia Wan changing her age when she was a child."

More than ten years ago, it was not standardized enough to settle down in many places in small places, so things like changing age happened.

"What?" Wen Yun was startled, "You mean Xia Wan's current age is fake?"

"No," Xue Wenxuan said, "The one before the modification is fake."

Wen Yunzhi frowned unconsciously: "And then?"

"Xia Chengzhang doesn't socialize very much," Xue Wenxuan said, "Besides, he moved, and many people in the local area don't know his details. Following Xia Wan's household registration, we found out where he first lived, not far away. They are two small counties next to each other.”

The knuckles of Wen Yunzhi's hands holding the materials were faintly white.

"There are quite a few old people over there who remember that Xia Wan was not born with them, but was brought back by Xia Chengzhang from other places."

"So Wanwan is my child?" Wen Yunzhi's voice trembled faintly.

Xue Wenxuan approached her, took her half into his arms, and said softly, "Mom, I don't know."

He paused and then said: "But I can be sure that the day A Ke disappeared 18 years ago was exactly the day Xia Chengzhang left the capital and returned to his hometown."

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