After marrying the richest husband

Sang Qiao was stunned by Fu Xingzhou's few words, and didn't react for a long time.

It wasn't until he stared at Fu Xingzhou in a daze for a long while that he turned his head and figured out what kind of pain Fu Xingzhou meant by "pain".

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou in front of him, and fell into a huge self-doubt.

After thinking about it, he even began to worry about whether his own mental illness had become contagious——

But not right.

Mental illness is not contagious.

Sang Qiao looked away timidly, and slowly shrunk back into the quilt, then turned himself over, pointed his butt at Fu Xingzhou sullenly: "I won't talk to you anymore."

Because Sang Qiao's movements were too blunt, when he turned around, he took a large part of the quilt down with him.

As a result, although the other person turned around and covered his head, the back half of his body was exposed.

This includes a butt in pajamas and an exposed waistline.

Fu Xingzhou's eyes stayed on that piece of skin for a long time, he gently stretched out his hand and pulled back the quilt, and helped Sangqiao cover it: "Expose your head, be obedient."

Sang Qiao was stubborn under the quilt for a moment, then slowly got half of his head out.

Blinking his eyes, he said in a very unreasonable way: "You are not allowed to speak."

Fu Xingzhou plucked the hair on Sangqiao's forehead: "Why are you not allowed to speak?"

Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou vigilantly, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice, "Anyway...don't talk, you're so weird tonight."

Fu Xingzhou wanted to say something more, but the door of the ward was knocked twice from the outside.

Raven's voice came from the videophone: "Boss, there is a new document from the company that needs your review. Is it convenient for you now?"

Fu Xingzhou didn't have time to answer.

Sang Qiao lay flat on the bed and babbled into the phone, "It's convenient, it's convenient, he'll come out soon!"

Raven: "..."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Although the voice of the boss has not yet been heard.

But Raven, who was standing outside the door, judged the state of the proprietress, and had already fully concluded that the boss was inconvenient, and that he might have committed suicide.

really.

next second.

Fu Xingzhou's chilly voice followed behind Sangqiao: "Wait a minute."

Raven: "..."

Raven shrank his neck at the door of the ward, struggling with a strong desire to survive: "Boss, if it's inconvenient for you..."

Raven hasn't finished yet.

The phone has been hung up from the room.

Fu Xingzhou pulled the quilt that served as a protective umbrella off the top of Sangqiao's head, and glanced at him with a half-smile: "Qiaoqiao, are you so courageous?"

Sang Qiao still had a bottle in one hand, so he didn't dare to snatch the quilt from Fu Xingzhou, so he could only push Fu Xingzhou carefully with his foot: "No... Assistant Wen is waiting for you."

Fu Xingzhou rearranged Sangqiao's quilt and covered him, and stretched out his hand to hold Sangqiao's tricky ankle: "Really, chase me?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sangqiao's ankles were thin and slender, with little flesh on them, and pale because they hadn't seen the sun all year round.

At this time, the ankle was easily held by Fu Xingzhou in the palm of his hand, and he rubbed it wantonly for a while, but he didn't seem to want to let go.

On the contrary, it seems to have aroused another person's interest.

Fu Xingzhou rubbed his thumb on the position of Sangqiao's foot bone for a moment, stopped, and asked suddenly, "Why is there a wound here?"

Sang Qiao was at a loss, and followed Fu Xingzhou's line of sight.

There is indeed a healed scar on the left ankle joint that was caught, and it seems that too much time has passed, and even the color has turned into a light brown color.

But still because the wound was too long, it left an indelible mark.

Sang Qiao felt extremely uncomfortable, and wanted Fu Xingzhou to let him go out quickly.

So I thought about it very honestly for a while, and said with uncertainty: "Maybe it was hit by the glass when I was young..."

Glass.

beat?

Fu Xingzhou frowned, he couldn't imagine how glass could hit someone: "How did it hurt?"

Sang Qiao suffered too many injuries, and he couldn't figure out the old scar for a while: "It seems that my mother asked me to move the glass coffee table... I didn't move it, and when I let go, it hit my foot. .”

So the glass shattered.

The foot just hurt.

Fu Xingzhou's heart sank suddenly, and he opened his mouth: "When did it happen?"

Sang Qiao: "Hey..."

Sang Qiao actually didn't really remember much.

He scratched his hair, secretly glanced at Fu Xingzhou a little distressed and helpless: "Just...maybe the second or third grade? I remember I still had something to study at that time!"

The lights in the house are warm.

Sang Qiao's expression was also warm.

He looked at the wound innocently and purely, as if there was no resentment or sadness at all because of the scar that might never disappear.

Only Fu Xingzhou was silent, his face was as cold as frost and snow.

His fingers touched the scar from the beginning to the end thinly, and it had obvious bumps compared to other flat skin.

Fu Xingzhou gently closed his eyes and asked, "And then?"

Sang Qiao turned himself over again like ADHD, his feet flicked: "What then?"

Fu Xingzhou said: "You dropped the table, then what?"

Sang Qiao's memory of this is obviously much clearer, and even his face turned bitter: "Damn! Don't mention it, I was beaten by my mother! It seems to be beaten with the legs of the glass coffee table, with glass shards on it ! It's scary!"

Fu Xingzhou's lips were stretched into a tight line: "How do you go to school if you fight like this?"

Sang Qiao shook his head solemnly: "Then it must not be said that my mother hit me, just tell the teacher that I fought with someone outside! Just fool it, hehehe."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

If it were any subordinate who was familiar with Fu Xingzhou's expression here, he would be able to easily see how strong the hostility is on his face now.

However, Sang Qiao didn't understand. Anyway, in his eyes, Fu Xingzhou was basically noble, glamorous and beautiful alone.

Sang Qiao took his left foot back from Fu Xingzhou's palm, covered it under the blanket, and yawned a little proudly: "Fu Xingzhou, go quickly, Assistant Wen is still waiting. And you."

Fu Xingzhou didn't answer Sang Qiao's words.

He seemed to be thinking about something for a while, then he turned his gaze to Sang Qiao, and said abruptly, "Qiaoqiao, where's your mother?"

Sang Qiao froze for a moment.

These words were like a sharp thorn, piercing Sangqiao's outer protective shell in an instant and cutting into the flesh.

Fu Xingzhou clearly saw that the smiling expression on Sangqiao's face collapsed little by little, then disappeared, and then slowly rose an indescribable complex emotion.

And the next second.

Sang Qiao clenched the hand holding the bottle tightly.

The needle instantly made a painful shape under the skin.

The blood vessels are misplaced, and all the fluid in the needle enters the skin tissue.

In just a few seconds, a swollen bulge appeared on the back of his hand.

But Sang Qiao didn't seem to notice his abnormality at all.

Instead, the pain seemed to wake him up.

Sang Qiao recovered from his dazed state, looked at Fu Xingzhou in a daze, and nodded affirmatively.

Slowly, she bent the corner of her lips with great effort: "Oh...she's dead."

Sangqiao in front of him had a normal expression, normal answers, and normal behavior.

Take responsibility for all your actions just like a fully healthy adult.

He even knew how to quickly hide his needle-swollen hand under the quilt, letting the pain spread across the cerebral cortex.

Until several minutes later.

It was discovered by Fu Xingzhou.

That was the first time Sangqiao saw Fu Xingzhou's face down in front of her.

Not angry, but scarier than angry.

The medical staff quickly rushed into the ward, and dealt with the tragedy in Sang Qiao's hands very quickly.

Sang Qiao felt that Fu Xingzhou must have looked like he wanted to eat people, which made the medical staff reassure him again and again that the bulge would not leave any sequelae this time.

After that.

The infusion needle changed hands.

The medical staff left tremblingly.

Only Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao remained in the ward.

Seemingly realizing that he seemed to have made Fu Xingzhou angry just now, Sangqiao, nestled on the corner of the bed, seemed very quiet.

His eyes rolled around twice, and he said obediently: "Fu Xingzhou, I want to take medicine."

Fu Xingzhou's face was still not very good-looking, but his tone was very gentle.

He walked to Sang Qiao and sat down: "What medicine?"

Sang Qiao gestured with one hand: "The medicine in the bottle in my pocket."

Fu Xingzhou looked down at Sangqiao.

while being admitted to the hospital.

There was indeed a medicine bottle in the inner pocket of Sang Qiao's clothes.

The medicine bottle contained all imported medicines.

It wasn't until Luan Yinan came over yesterday that Fu Xingzhou knew the specific name and purpose of the medicine.

When the medical staff just left, they turned on the humidifier in the room.

The curling mist drifted away from the other side of the bed, blurring the vision with a somewhat unreal taste.

Fu Xingzhou stroked Sangqiao's hair and said in a low voice, "Why do you need to take medicine?"

Sang Qiao sighed worriedly, raised his eyes, and said obediently: "After I take the medicine, I won't make you angry anymore."

The sound of oxygen in the water has become much smaller.

The working sound of the humidifier can hardly be heard.

Sang Qiao's beautiful and gorgeous face is full of obedience and caring.

But Fu Xingzhou clearly heard the sound of blood dripping when the sharp dagger pierced into the flesh.

Fu Xingzhou waved to Sang Qiao.

Sang Qiao thought that Fu Xingzhou was going to show him something interesting, so he opened his eyes wide and moved forward in cooperation.

Before he could see clearly, he was hugged by Fu Xingzhou in his arms.

A slender and powerful hand lifted his chin gently but persistently.

Then Fu Xingzhou lowered his head and kissed Sangqiao.

It was a soothing and possessive kiss.

Fu Xingzhou's other hand rested on the back of Sangqiao's neck, not allowing any resistance to fix the distance between the two at an extremely intimate range.

Until Sang Qiao coughed a little unbearably, and stretched out his hand in a panic to push the opposite person.

Fu Xingzhou relaxed him a bit, but he still didn't let Sangqiao go free.

The occasional kiss landed on Sangqiao's lips, the side of his face, or the tips of his ears.

Fu Xingzhou seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he brought Sang Qiao over again, pressed him on the pillow and kissed him over and over again.

Then he said, "Baby Qiao, I'm not angry. Give me a kiss, we won't take medicine, okay?"