After marrying the richest husband

Sang Qiao felt that the time when he woke up was probably dusk, when it was time to eat.

Although most of the blackout curtains in the ward were drawn, he could still vaguely see a layer of faint light pouring into the ward through the glass window from the remaining half.

The house was quiet.

Sang Qiao tried to catch his breath, and as soon as he inhaled, he saw the breathing mask on his nose and mouth.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Although the breathing mask is transparent, it is really big enough.

It made Sang Qiao feel as if he was dying.

The bottle in his hand was still dripping, and Sang Qiao couldn't bear to take off the oxygen mask by himself, so he could only huddle around in the bed like rice bugs.

Just after arching twice, the person sitting by the bed was startled.

Fu Xingzhou stood up from the nursing sofa next to the hospital bed and walked to Sang Qiao.

After standing for a while, he sat down by the bed again.

Maybe it's because I just woke up and my mind is not so clear yet.

that moment.

Sang Qiao always felt that he saw something called surprise in Fu Xingzhou's eyes.

The surprise gradually blurred in Fu Xingzhou's usually cold and gloomy eyes, and then slowly dissipated again.

Fu Xingzhou reached out and turned on the night light on the bed cabinet, and lowered his head: "Is there any discomfort?"

Sang Qiao shook his head honestly.

It may be because he took too much nerve organ drugs. His pain sensation has become less sensitive since the past few years.

In addition, his own body has all kinds of problems.

If you have a lot of debts, you are not afraid of lice. Even if you feel really uncomfortable occasionally, Sang Qiao feels that you may not be able to find out.

Anyway, just a few blind jobs.

Sang Qiao stared at Fu Xingzhou helplessly for a while with his round eyes still a little ignorant after waking up.

Then the mouth under the oxygen mask opened a few times, as if he was speaking dishonestly.

Fu Xingzhou touched the temperature on Sangqiao's forehead, and carefully checked his infusion hand.

Finally, he reached out and raised the oxygen mask on the bridge of Sangqiao's nose, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sang Qiao quickly took a breath of free air, winked at Fu Xingzhou sincerely and dog-leggedly, and said cautiously, "You...are you not angry?"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou was silent for a moment, then put Sangqiao's oxygen mask back on, and said lightly, "What are you angry about?"

That was of course what happened during the meal before Qi...

Sang Qiao put on the oxygen mask and couldn't speak, his eyes rolled around twice, and he closed his mouth obediently, preparing to pretend that the incident never happened.

Maybe it was just Fu Xingzhou's whim that night.

Maybe Fu Xingzhou already liked someone else after being rejected.

Maybe Fu Xingzhou was just... just for fun.

Sang Qiao silently made up his mind for a while, and began to feel a little uncomfortable and a little sore in his heart.

However, there was an ECG monitor next to Sang Qiao's hospital bed.

Sang Qiao's heartbeat had just skipped two more beats, and the lines on the ECG monitor fluctuated obviously, up and down, and it looked much more scary than the steady one just now.

Fu Xingzhou's expression tensed immediately, and naturally he didn't care about getting angry, he quickly touched Sangqiao's hand: "Is it because your heart is uncomfortable? Don't think about it, I'll call the doctor over now."

Sang Qiao: "..."

From Sangqiao's angle, he just couldn't see the monitor screen, so he had to roll his eyes to barely see it.

Sang Qiao rolled his eyes during the day, and finally caught the lines of his own heartbeat.

He sneakily moved the hand without the infusion out of the bed, gently pulled Fu Xingzhou's hand, and shook his head: "Don't call, doctor."

It was hard to hear the voice through the oxygen mask, but Fu Xingzhou understood Sang Qiao's meaning immediately.

Following the sudden changes just now, the ECG line gradually stabilized again.

Fu Xingzhou didn't let go of his frowning eyebrows. He held Sang Qiao's outstretched hand with his backhand and asked in a low tone: "Okay. Don't bark now. What were you thinking just now?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao wouldn't tell Fu Xingzhou that he was secretly drinking jealously just now, so he quickly closed his eyes with a stern face, assuming a calm posture.

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

It has been 48 hours since Sangqiao was admitted to the hospital. During this period, apart from the necessary nutrient solution injections and salt water supplements, Sangqiao hardly ate or drank.

At this moment, even through the breathing mask, his lips could be seen pale and dry.

Seeing that Sang Qiao was in a daze and was about to fall asleep again.

Fu Xingzhou lightly shook Sangqiao's fingers, and leaned over to his ear: "Are you thirsty, Sangqiao, do you want to drink honey water?"

Sang Qiao's eyes opened immediately, even wider than when he just woke up, and he gestured frantically to Fu Xingzhou full of longing.

Fu Xingzhou plucked a few strands of hair from Sangqiao's forehead, and smiled faintly: "No. The doctor said you can't drink honey water."

Sang Qiao: "..."

After being ruthlessly deceived, the sickly Sang Qiao gave Fu Xingzhou a disgusted look.

A few seconds passed.

Fu Xingzhou opened his mouth again: "Are you hungry?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

This time, Sang Qiao observed Fu Xingzhou vigilantly for a long while, and after confirming that he did not bring any food, he turned his eyes away in a daze.

And through the oxygen mask, he let out a spitting sound from his nasal cavity - "hum".

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Boss Fu didn't feel sorry for not being able to fool Xiaoshaqiao for the second time.

He reached out to help Sang Qiao straighten the quilt.

Then he took a water glass from the table, mixed it with hot water and honey, dipped some with the tip of his chopsticks, pulled off the breathing mask, wiped it on Sangqiao's lips, and then put back Sangqiao's mask.

Through a transparent oxygen mask.

The tip of Sangqiao's red tongue spit out a little bit slowly, twirled it on his lips twice, then retracted it with unsatisfactory intentions, and looked at Fu Xingzhou pitifully.

Fu Xingzhou was very indifferent, and he refused: "Today is gone."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Not even a sip of honey water.

Also say you love me.

Hot chicken man.

The aggrieved Sang Qiao sniffed, trying to retract himself a little further under the blanket.

However, before the contraction was successful, Fu Xingzhou wrapped his arms around his waist, and was firmly fixed in the quilt like a burrito.

Burrito core Sangqiao had no hope of escaping, so he could only stare at Fu Xingzhou.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Fu Xingzhou suddenly reached out and touched Sang Qiao's face.

Because the expression on Fu Xingzhou's face is too meaningful——

Sang Qiao was stared at with goosebumps all over her body, her thin arms and legs trembled in fright, and she took a sneak peek at Fu Xingzhou: "What... what's wrong?"

Fu Xingzhou's fingers touched Sang Qiao's face, and then followed the line of the face all the way down.

The slender fingers paused on Sangqiao's small Adam's apple, and gently stroked a few circles.

then.

Fu Xingzhou suddenly said, "Didn't you just ask me if I was angry? Why didn't you ask me?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Fu Xingzhou touched Sangqiao so much that his hair was on the verge of creeping, and he wanted to run away like a hamster.

He trembled for a while, then answered Fu Xingzhou's words in a very low voice: "Then...then you didn't mean to say that you are not angry..."

Fu Xingzhou didn't deny it, but just smiled: "Yes. Don't ask me why I'm not angry anymore?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

You are so strict today.

Sang Qiao, who was lying flat on the hospital bed and had the injection, couldn't escape Fu Xingzhou's serial harassment, and was trembling when touched.

In the end, he could only grunt obediently and cowardly: "Okay, okay...then why aren't you angry anymore?"

Seems to be answered satisfactorily.

Fu Xingzhou finally withdrew his troublesome hand.

He looked down at Sang Qiao, and answered, "Because I figured out one thing."

Sang Qiao raised his face silly and sweetly: "Huh?"

Fu Xingzhou didn't answer immediately, but slowly raised his left hand that was clasped with Sang Qiao.

The difference between the fingers of the two is quite obvious.

Fu Xingzhou's fingers were slender and strong, with well-defined joints.

And Sang Qiao was slender and pale, with almost no blood on his fingertips.

Fu Xingzhou held Sang Qiao's hand, moved closer to his lips, and lightly bit Sang Qiao's index finger.

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao was confused: "Why did you bite me?"

The bite mark is not deep, only a little red.

Fu Xingzhou seemed to be very sympathetic to this inch of red, and after carefully rubbing it for a while, he said, "Because I found out that it was a completely wrong decision to give you the decision-making power."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao felt that he might not have had enough sleep, and for a while he didn't understand what Fu Xingzhou meant.

However, Fu Xingzhou had no intention of betraying him.

He clasped Sang Qiao's hand in his palm, and smiled slightly: "So I changed my mind, Qiao Qiao."

"All the previous things are over."

Fu Xingzhou bent down slightly, leaned close to Sangqiao's forehead, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter whether you agree to be with me or not. The important thing is that I want you. From head to toe, all of you."