After marrying the richest husband

Sang Qiao originally thought that he would be able to sleep well after Fu Xingzhou left the ward.

However, when the ward became quiet again and he was the only one left in the huge space.

Sang Qiao tried his best to close his eyes to sleepiness that had been brewing for a long time, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

Fortunately, it was already late at night when Fu Xingzhou left, and Sangqiao didn't stay up too long, just waiting for the sunrise of the next day.

Doctors and nurses routinely came in to measure daily temperature and blood pressure, recorded electrocardiograms, and adjusted oxygen.

The dedicated nurses brought a hot breakfast to the table that matched Sangqiao's bed, and even dutifully helped Sangqiao spread his favorite jam on the toast.

Sang Qiao cleaned up the breakfast without being picky, and after eating, he wanted to reach out to take out his mobile phone from the drawer of the bedside table to play with.

Before he touched the phone, he remembered the way Fu Xingzhou frowned yesterday.

So the hand that was stretched out to the side of the drawer was retracted secretly, nestled on the bed obediently, sat bored for a while, and fell asleep in a daze.

It was past noon when Sang Qiao woke up again.

A full-time nurse was by the bed, and when she saw someone woke up, she immediately stood up dedicatedly: "Mr. Sang woke up, are you hungry? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Sang Qiao glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in a daze, and said subconsciously, "I'm not hungry... Fu Xingzhou hasn't come yet?"

The nurse next to the bed was about 40 years old, she was a plainly dressed aunt, she hesitated for two seconds after hearing Sang Qiao's question, and then shook her head: "No, Mr. Sang. Mr. Fu called before and said that he I'm busy, so I won't come here."

Sang Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then said obediently: "Okay, I know."

From high sun to dusk.

Fu Xingzhou was probably as busy as he said on the phone, but he really didn't show up.

Sang Qiao had a good lunch, and under the care of the doctor, he went out of the ward to bask in the sun in the afternoon, received a comprehensive examination of cardiopulmonary function, and returned to the ward to continue eating dinner.

It was around seven o'clock in the evening.

Raven is here.

Raven is still wearing the professional formal attire that is necessary every day, but he has two more mahogany lunch boxes in his hands.

He opened the door of the ward and walked in, put the lunch box on the tea table, and said politely to Sang Qiao: "Mr. Sang, the boss asked Master Yang to make you a cup of soup, and the other lunch box contains some light side dishes. Do you use it now?"

Sang Qiao stretched his neck to take a look at the lunch box, then sat back in his seat without interest, and said honestly, "I'm sorry, I've finished my dinner."

Raven smiled slightly, and didn't mean to ask Sang Qiao to eat, and politely greeted the nurse: "Mr. Na Sang has a rest earlier, I will leave first."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao thought that Raven came here to explain to him why Fu Xingzhou didn't come to the hospital all day today.

But I didn't expect that people just came to deliver a lunch box, and they were not even ready to stay for a second, and they were ready to leave after putting down the lunch box.

Sang Qiao stayed for two seconds, but still couldn't hold back: "Assistant Wen!"

Raven's shiny leather shoes stopped on the ground, and turned to Sangqiao: "Is Mr. Sang still doing something?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao bit his lip and said hesitantly, "Just... just, is Fu Xingzhou... very busy today?"

Raven nodded: "Yes, Mr. Sang, the new project starts today, and the boss is indeed a bit busy."

Sang Qiao pursed his lips, seemed to think for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Then, will he come over tomorrow?"

Raven smiled: "Mr. Sang, I don't care about the boss. But if you really miss him, I think it will be more useful for you to make a phone call yourself."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Since the two got married, Sang Qiao rarely took the initiative to call Fu Xingzhou.

One is that I feel that I am basically a big deal, and there is no need to work for Fu Xingzhou; the other is that... I don’t know why, I always feel a little embarrassed, for fear of disturbing Fu Xingzhou’s work, and for fear of making Fu Xingzhou feel troublesome.

Sang Qiao always thought that he should not have phone communication phobia, but he didn't expect to overturn his car when he came to Fu Xingzhou.

until sleep at night.

The call never went out.

Then came the next day.

Fu Xingzhou didn't come.

Day three.

Fu Xingzhou still didn't come.

Sang Qiao seemed to be gradually realizing the reality.

In the first few nights when Raven came to deliver the lunch box, he would ask Fu Xingzhou about today's situation, but later, he stopped asking.

Fu Xingzhou seemed to be so busy that he didn't show up until the day Sang Qiao was discharged from the hospital.

The sky in early winter in Beicheng is rarely as clear as today, without gray fog or choking smog.

The doctor praised Sang Qiao for recovering well, but he was still young after all.

He also told him not to spoil himself as much as before, saying that his current body would not be able to withstand a few more hospital stays.

Several nurses went to communicate with the attending doctors of each department about Sangqiao's medicine and food conditioning methods after he was discharged from the hospital.

Apart from the packed clothes and supplies, only Sangqiao was left in the ward.

The door to the ward was open.

Sang Qiao sat lazily on the sofa, squinting his eyes to see the sunlight shining through the window on the ground.

Then I stretched out my hands and used both hands to make hand shadow comparisons in the light and shadow on the ground.

Be a rabbit for a while, and then compare a dog.

Sang Qiao was addicted to children's games and was having fun when he suddenly heard a very crisp knock on the wooden door of the ward.

dang dang-

Three neat tones.

Sang Qiao tilted his head strangely.

A very energetic old man stood in front of the door of the ward.

The old man's hair was all white, but his body was straight and straight. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. He looked at Sang Qiao with a smile on his face: "Are you from the Sang family? I'm Fu Xingzhou's grandfather."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao was dumbfounded.

In a daze, he saw the sand-sculpted hand shadow cat that he had just drawn with his fingers, and immediately fell into a state of deep sadness.

Well, the first impression this gives people, maybe they think he is a fool.

Then when he got back, he hurriedly urged Fu Xingzhou to divorce him.

...But it is also possible that Fu Xingzhou already wants to divorce him.

Sang Qiao was dazed for a few seconds, and finally came back to his senses.

He hurriedly rubbed his hands on the hem of his trousers, stood up with the same hands and feet, and pushed the coffee table forward by the way, and hurriedly poured a glass of water for the old man... Oh no, Grandpa Fu Xingzhou: "You Sit, you sit, you sit!"

Fu Xingzhou's grandfather doesn't know how old he is this year, anyway, he walks vigorously.

When sitting down on the sofa.

Sang Qiao felt that the old man's complexion was more rosy and lustrous than his own.

The things in the ward were almost packed, and it was obvious that the patient would leave soon.

Fu Xingzhou's grandfather looked at the glass water glass in front of him, and then looked around the room: "The last time I came to this ward, I came to see Lao Lin."

Sang Qiao: "???"

What?

Sang Qiao's ignorance shocked Fu Xingzhou's grandfather.

The old man took the initiative to explain: "Do you watch the news broadcast? The one who flies around with the biggest boss every day."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao also looked up at his ward sincerely.

Disrespect and disrespect.

Wait for Sangqiao to turn around.

Grandpa Fu Xingzhou finally reached out to pick up the glass in front of him, took a sip reluctantly, and said, "You and Xingzhou have been married for more than three months, and you haven't offered me tea yet. This cup can only be regarded as a meeting." , and make it up for me later.”

Sang Qiao: "..."

Maybe it's gone.

Sang Qiao's thoughts drifted quickly, and he stood beside the old man honestly, and said in a muffled voice, "Understood, Mr. Fu."

Grandpa Fu Xingzhou frowned upon hearing the words: "My real name is Fu Zhong, not Mr. Fu. You should follow Xingzhou and call me Grandpa."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao said slowly and quietly: "Grandpa Fu..."

Fu Zhong didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, he reached out and put the glass back on the table: "I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, how is your recovery?"

Sang Qiao came right away: "Very good, very good, Grandpa Fu."

Fu Zhongdao: "Wait, do you want to go back to the house at Xingzhou Yongshui No. [-]?"

Sang Qiao: "It should be..."

Fu Zhong said with a straight face: "What should it be?"

Sang Qiao immediately changed his words: "That is it!"

Fu Zhong: "..."

Fu Zhong seemed a little helpless, and sighed: "Why did you think of living there, Xingzhou mentioned it?"

Not easy.

The old man finally asked a question that Sangqiao knew the answer to.

Sang Qiao hurriedly answered positively, trying to score: "Oh, it's because Fu Xingzhou's mother told us to move there."

Fu Zhong: "..."

The words just came out.

Sang Qiao saw that Fu Zhong was obviously startled.

Fu Zhong asked again: "Xingzhou his mother?"

Sang Qiao's voice also weakened: "Yes, yes..."

Fu Zhong frowned: "It's outrageous! Xingzhou's mother has been away for almost ten years, where did you get the words to let you live in that house?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao was stunned, but he didn't dare to show his stunned.

So he abruptly turned his expression back, and said in a cautious and soft voice: "Master, grandpa...Fu Xingzhou's mother, isn't she here?"

Fu Zhong seemed a little confused by Sang Qiao's question.

He turned around from the sofa sitting upright, looked at Sangqiao with a serious face for a while: "Don't you know about this?"

Sang Qiao stood there blankly, and opened his mouth: "Should I know?"

Fu Zhong's complexion changed, and he stood up from the sofa.

Walking back and forth in the ward twice, he asked calmly, "Then Xingzhou has been looking for you for almost five years, and you don't know?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

The news received today is more than one explosion.

Sang Qiao was blown up to the point where he felt unreal.

He was stunned for a while: "He... What is he looking for me for?"