After marrying the richest husband

The room was quiet.

Sang Qiao was lying on the bed, his round eyes secretly glanced at Fu Xingzhou several times in surprise, then turned his gaze away, and then carefully looked at Fu Xingzhou.

After confirming that Fu Xingzhou was indeed himself, and he didn't seem to be mentally abnormal.

Sang Qiao pursed his lips, and said something in a blah blah through the oxygen mask.

The sound is not loud, and the pronunciation of the words is not very easy to distinguish.

Fu Xingzhou didn't hear it clearly, so he reached out and lifted Sang Qiao up the oxygen mask, and asked, "What?"

Sang Qiao seemed to hesitate for a second, then spoke again in a small voice: "Fu Xingzhou, have you seen anything strange these two days..."

Apart from accompanying Sang Qiao in the ward for the past two days, Fu Xingzhou has been working.

At this time, he was stunned by Sang Qiao's question, and he really recalled the documents he had read in the past two days.

All are normal.

Except for some problems with the reporting data, there is nothing wrong.

Fu Xingzhou shook his head: "No."

Sang Qiao couldn't believe it: "That's... have you watched anything, the domineering president's little escaped wife... the billionaire ex-wife of a wealthy president... something like that?"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

The true and domineering president Fu Xingzhou has never had an online novel in his real life.

Therefore, I couldn't fully understand the content of Sangqiao's dialect for a while, and only vaguely grasped the pronunciation of a few words: "Little, escaped wife? What is a billionaire ex-wife?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao honestly took a breath of oxygen, and said sullenly: "Forget it, I guessed wildly, you haven't seen it."

It's time to take your body temperature and blood pressure every day.

Wearing a white coat, the vice president of the hospital with a background in internal medicine knocked on the door of the ward and walked in with two nurses.

Seeing Sang Qiao on the bed, he finally heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Just wake up, congratulations to Mr. Fu, is there anything wrong with your lover?"

Sang Qiao subconsciously looked in the direction of the door, and then flinched on the bed.

In fact, as early as the time when he fainted and fell, Sang Qiao probably knew why he fainted.

It is also because of this that he is now very afraid of the doctor coming to see him.

Because Fu Xingzhou is still here.

The psychiatric medications he was using were not among the most common, nor were they specifically prescribed to treat depression.

Although there is a high probability that the drug ingredients will be revealed during gastric lavage, but as long as you are not a very professional psychiatrist, you may not be able to tell the type of drug.

But Fu Xingzhou is here.

Sang Qiao is really incomparable, extremely scared...

Afraid that the doctor would tell Fu Xingzhou that he was mentally ill.

then.

Under Fu Xingzhou's nose.

Sang Qiao seemed to be particularly cooperative with the treatment. He took the initiative to communicate with the doctor about his current physical condition, and even patted the doctor's ass like a dog, trying to get the doctor to check the situation early and leave.

However, the sky did not go as planned.

Just after the routine basic inspection is completed.

The vice president recorded the data indicators of Sang Qiao's whole body and closed the medical record.

He said to Fu Xingzhou: "Mr. Fu, yesterday's test results came out. This overdose has caused serious damage to your lover's body. Although the patient is still young, today we invited neurologists to come over for a consultation. It is recommended that patients suspend the use of psychotropic drugs, or change drugs."

The voice hasn't fallen yet.

Sang Qiao's face had turned paper-like pale.

He tried his best to prop up his arms, trying to support himself to sit up, and then pulled the hand with the needle out of the quilt, trying to get the oxygen out of his nose.

This sudden movement not only frightened the vice president and the two nurses standing beside him.

It also made Fu Xingzhou's face change all of a sudden, he stood up abruptly and held Sang Qiao, his voice tense: "Qiaoqiao? What's wrong?"

However, Sang Qiao still abruptly pulled off the breathing mask on his mouth with the hand with the hanging needle.

Backflow of fluid in the IV line.

The dark red blood was drawn back into the infusion tube along the back of Sang Qiao's hand, looking bloody and hideous.

The two little nurses exclaimed in shock, stepped forward and pressed Sang Qiao's hand, and readjusted the position of the hanging bottle: "Mr. Sang, you can't..."

"I'm not sick!"

A voice sharper than that of the little nurse interrupted them.

Sang Qiao sitting on the hospital bed was like a startled bird, his face was pale, even the blood on his lips faded.

I don't know if it was because of the sudden detachment of the breathing mask.

Sang Qiao was trembling violently, breathing heavily at the same time, even his voice seemed to be filled with the sound of wind: "I'm not sick!"

He repeated it again.

He looked blankly around the ward in a daze, hesitated for a while when there was nothing there, and then turned to Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Qiao grabbed the corner of Fu Xingzhou's clothes with his other hand, and said to him softly, "Trust me...I'm not sick."

Fu Xingzhou nodded, and stretched out his hand to hug Sang Qiao and his quilt into his arms.

Then he lowered his head, kissed the hair twist on the top of Sangqiao's head, and said softly, "I know. Qiaoqiao is not sick, it's the doctor's nonsense, we don't listen to them, okay?"

Sang Qiao was obediently embraced by Fu Xingzhou, without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the ward was extremely oppressive.

The vice president was born in internal medicine and had not been in the clinical front line for a long time. He was not familiar with the behavior of mental patients, and he did not expect that Sang Qiao would show such resistance at all.

After realizing that he had caused trouble, the vice president's face was equally ugly.

Until Fu Xingzhou held Sang Qiao in his arms, patted Sang Qiao's back lightly, and at the same time gave him a silent look——

The vice president walked out of the ward with two little nurses almost silently in fear.

soon.

Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao were the only two left in the huge room.

There was the sound of the ward door being closed. Fu Xingzhou took off his suit jacket, sat down on the side of the bed, changed Sangqiao's position, and held him firmly.

It's an incredibly intimate gesture.

Sang Qiao was almost sitting between Fu Xingzhou's legs, and the orange space quilt was draped over the two of them, wrapping them warmly inside.

Sang Qiao didn't take the initiative to speak.

Fu Xingzhou didn't speak, but leaned forward slightly.

Resting her chin on Sangqiao's side shoulder, she gently pecked and kissed Sangqiao's soft and white earlobe.

a bit.

Twice.

Three times.

After an unknown amount of time, Sangqiao's right earlobe was slightly red.

The convulsive trembling all over his body gradually stopped, and his pale and bloodless face gradually improved.

Sang Qiao sat in Fu Xingzhou's arms, slowly raised his drooping head, turned around, and looked back at Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Xingzhou took the opportunity to kiss the corner of Sang Qiao's mouth.

Sang Qiao was so dumbfounded by the kiss that he didn't realize it for a long time. He stared blankly at Fu Xingzhou for a long time, and then turned back abruptly.

then.

Fu Xingzhou saw Sang Qiao raise his hand, and gently touched the corner of his mouth where he had been kissed, as if he was a little nostalgic and reluctant.

Another few minutes passed.

Sang Qiao's voice came from the front.

Maybe it was because there was no one else in the ward.

Sang Qiao's voice seemed a little empty and sad, and there was a frank and lenient dying struggle.

He drooped his head and said slowly, "Fu Xingzhou..."

Fu Xingzhou held Sang Qiao's hand in his palm by virtue of his posture: "Huh?"

Sang Qiao's head hung lower: "I'm sorry..."

Fu Xingzhou paused, as if he had guessed what Sang Qiao was going to say: "I'm sorry for what?"

"You're such a nice person... I shouldn't have lied to you."

Sang Qiao sniffed the tip of his nose, looking very aggrieved, "I lied to you just now...that doctor is right."

Fu Xingzhou stretched Sangqiao's fingertips, interlocked his five fingers, and asked deliberately: "Qiaoqiao, what's right?"

Sang Qiao's eyes were red, but he didn't cry.

He rolled his throat and blinked the water marks around his eyes into his eyes: "He said... I'm right that I'm crazy."

"My mother is crazy, and I'm crazy too."

With a hoarse voice, Sang Qiao shook his head, trying to get out of Fu Xingzhou's arms slowly, "You are, a good person... you can't, you shouldn't, find a lunatic to marry."

Sang Qiao didn't have a lot of flesh on his body, but after this illness, he lost a lot of weight.

now.

The slender and thin body worked hard to move forward, arching the waist, and slightly pouted the buttocks, as if trying to crawl away from Fu Xingzhou's side.

Because of wearing loose hospital gowns.

After a few moves.

The originally neat clothes suddenly rolled up, revealing a large area of ​​skin under the corners of the clothes.

Before Sang Qiao even had time to crawl to the other side of the bed, Fu Xingzhou easily grabbed his ankle and caught him back like he was catching prey.

I pressed it in my arms.

There was great sadness written in those confused and red almond eyes.

Fu Xingzhou's hand went in along the corner of the hospital gown, and rubbed the waist of the man in his arms who was so thin that he could hold it with one hand.

then.

Close to Sang Qiao's ear: "It's okay, Qiao Qiao is so sweet. Whether it's a lunatic or not, I like it very much."