stop pampering me

Because of psychological shadows, Wan Qian hates the smell of disinfectant, and even more hates doctors using knives on him. If he would die of a heart attack, he would rather die than have the doctor cut open his body and fiddle with his body wantonly. organ.

Wan Qian knew that there was something wrong with his thinking, but he just didn't want to.

After Huo Yongsen learned about Wan Qian's intention to leave the hospital, he waved his hand and approved, "Take care of him, if something goes wrong, he will be sold to South Africa to dig diamonds!"

Mustache, that is Fang Fei, he said dumbfounded: "Aren't you, I'm here to take refuge, not to take care of the sick!"

"If you talk too much, I'll throw you out." Huo Yongsen said.

Fang Fei stabbed President Huo Da mercilessly: "So you care, why don't you take care of yourself?"

"It's not that you don't know how much he is afraid of me." Huo Yongsen was also very helpless, he asked himself that his appearance was quite attractive to the outside world, why did his calves tremble when he saw him?

Fang Fei chuckled, "Who knows what you have done to others, since no one wants to be with you, you should let them go!"

"No." Huo Yongsen refused without even thinking about it. He can give Wanqian space, but he can never give up!

"Twisted melons are not sweet, do you know Mr. Huo? Hey, hey!" Fang Feiyue said more and more, but hung up the phone before waiting for him.

Putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans, Fang Fei lazily walked to the master bedroom, which was originally Huo Yongsen's room, but turned out to be the room pointed to by Wan Qian.

"Hey, where did he go?" Fang Fei muttered.

Wan Qian has used a knife before, how dare she torment herself like this?

Fang Fei thought for a while, and sure enough, he found Wan Qian in the room reserved for Cheng Jiayun.This was originally the baby room of the villa, but because Cheng Jiayun was coming, it was transformed into a cozy little room.

At this moment, the man curled up on Cheng Jiayun's small bed and slept soundly. His thick black eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his face was translucent and pale.

It is obviously such a narrow space, and the bed is too small, so that the man who is not short can only curl his legs, but this seems to give the man a lot of sense of security.

"Crack" A photo was sent to Huo Yongsen's WeChat, and he was reporting the monthly report to the president, but found that Mr. Huo, who had always been serious, was actually looking at his phone...

After reading the message, Huo Yongsen asked the person whose voice was lowered to continue reporting, and quickly pressed his thumb on the screen, obviously replying to that person's message.

Is this still the former Mr. Huo who hated playing with his mobile phone during meetings the most? !

'Let him go back to his room. '

Fang Fei looked at the message and had no choice but to ruthlessly push the sleeping man to wake him up, "If you want to sleep, go back to your own room and sleep. It's not appropriate to sleep with your niece now!"

Wan Qian was frightened, and subconsciously covered the stitched part of her chest, and the little blush that had appeared during her deep sleep faded away.

"I, no, I sent Jia Yun to school and fell asleep when I came back." Wan Qian explained in a low voice.He wouldn't use his niece as a shield, he was really too sleepy.

Bullying a docile sheep can't bring Fang Fei any sense of accomplishment. On the contrary, he feels guilty. He always feels that he and Huo Yongsen are working together to bully this poor sheep.

Wan Qian really obediently went back to Huo Yongsen's room, and then...he didn't come out until Cheng Jiayun finished school in the afternoon, and he slowly walked out of the room.

Fang Fei was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor. The corridor-like building made him notice the movement upstairs. He asked, "Where are you going?"

"Jia Yun is out of school, I'll pick her up." Wan Qian replied.

This man, remember that he himself was a patient?Fang Fei's head grew dizzy when he heard it, he dropped the newspaper in his hand with a "wow", Wan Qian's shoulders drooped, and he could hear his depression just by his voice: "Can't you?"

Did he even lose the strength to take care of Cheng Jiayun?

"You need to take a good rest now, there will be a driver to pick her up." Fang Fei tactfully declined Wan Qian's request.Is it really necessary for a patient who has just had a knife for two days to be so "lively"?

"I understand." Wan Qian closed the door again, and the sound of the latch being gently snapped on was very similar to closing the door on the atrium.

Fang Fei was puzzled for a long time, did he do something wrong, but he only considered it from the perspective of the patient's health, how could he have such a deep sense of guilt?

Embarrassed for rape.

These four words came to mind quickly, Fang Fei shook his head, and threw out this weird idea. He firmly refused to admit that he was helping Huo Yongsen bully that old sheep. The poor animal who almost turned around and jumped into the cliff.

'How about it? Mr. Huo, who is busy with everything, sent a message to Fang Fei, and of course he was asking about the people he kept in captivity.

'What else can I do, I just stay in your room all day and don't know what I'm doing, except when Cheng Jiayun is at home, I can't take half a step. 'Fang Fei stretched his waist and replied.

Huo Yongsen did not reply to the message again. The next day, Wan Qian was approved to go out to pick up Cheng Jiayun. In an instant, his bloodless face finally showed a bit of light, and his steps were very brisk.

The man's change made Fang Fei feel more guilty. Huo Yongsen's agreement to let Wanqian go out was not out of mercy, but just to find a reason to let Wanqian leave the room.

'I ate half a bowl more at night, and I looked very happy. "Fang Fei's report has gone so far as to detail everything, but he has nothing to say other than these.

Huo Yongsen did not reply to the message, his knuckles tapped rhythmically on the smooth surface, as if he was thinking about something.

In the huge office, most of the company's employees have already left work. Huo Yongsen was still reviewing the documents. He looked down at his watch, then turned sideways to unlock the computer, and called up the video surveillance. The screen was divided into many A small grid, the mouse stays on one of the surveillance cameras, and then zooms in, the picture presented is his room.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wan Qian waited for Cheng Jiayun to fall asleep, and he returned to Huo Yongsen's room, but he didn't go to bed after washing, but sat on the desk beside him, holding a thick book and reading for a while, I also wrote something on the book with a pen, and thousands of neat handwriting were densely piled up in the blank space of the writing.

Huo Yongsen continued to zoom in on the picture, and the high-resolution camera clearly reflected the picture he captured on Huo Yongsen's computer screen. After seeing the content clearly, he shrunk the interface to the minimum.

"Mr. Huo." Bo Qing obeyed the call and walked into the office.

"Bring me this book tomorrow." Huo Yongsen gave Bo Qing a piece of paper with writing on it.

"Yes."