Chapter 4: 4 Han Xiong Sang Da Zhuang

Chapter 4 4 Han Xiong Sang Da Zhuang

Sang Dazhuang thought of the gangsters that Cui Xue had found for Yuzhi, his eyes were full of hostility, and it was time to clean up, not to mention the poisoning, this time even if Yuzhi tried his best to ignore him for three years, he would not Can't let the surname Cui have a good time.

Sang Ye snorted sarcastically, this will be a lively talk, the one on the bed made a fuss, and it didn't mean that everything was compromised.

The whole family is more stupid than one.

Cui Xue, that old bitch, heh...

Mulberry lowered her eyes and pursed her small mouth lightly. Cui Xue, she is really disgusted by jumping around.

When Yuzhi woke up, Wang Xinfeng had already gone back with the two little ones.

Originally Wang Xinfeng disliked Sang Dazhuang's clumsiness, and she wanted to stay and take care of Yuzhi, but Yuzhi pulled Sang Dazhuang too tightly, even if he fell asleep, he didn't let go.

No choice, she can only go back.

There is still a lot of work at home, and she has to cook some delicious food for her daughter-in-law to replenish her body.

Glaring at Sang Dazhuang full of resentment and jealousy, he asked him to take good care of Yuzhi, and left reluctantly.

Sang Dazhuang felt that his life had reached its peak. He had never been so needed by his wife before, and he couldn't find things.

Like a mountain, he was stuck beside the bed, neither sitting nor lying down, staring at Yuzhi's sleeping face with a silly smile on his face, he looked like a strange uncle.

Yu Zhi slept for as long as he watched, and the more he watched, the more silly his smile became.

Fortunately, no one else was allowed in this ward, otherwise he would have been frightened by his seriously ill behavior.

So as soon as Yuzhi opened his eyes, he saw Shangsang Dazhuang's face like a black bear and eyes like copper bells. He trembled, choked on the saliva, and almost coughed out his lungs.

Sang Dazhuang was anxious and blamed himself. He wanted to help but didn't dare to touch his back, so he scratched his ears and cheeks.

Yuzhi finished coughing and cried again, and the grievances and joys of being reborn were all healed.

Eyes swollen, voice hoarse: "I want to drink water."

"Huh? Hey, okay, drink water," Sang Dazhuang hurriedly poured water for Yuzhi, but the kettle was empty and there was nothing.

Sang Dazhuang suddenly panicked. He was so fascinated by Yuzhi that he didn't do any of the things his mother told him.

The daughter-in-law wants to drink water, why not?

Going to look at Yuzhi with a guilty conscience, like a little daughter-in-law who has done something wrong, she doesn't know what to do.

Yu Zhi couldn't help laughing, she was so cute and silly.

"Go get some hot water."

Sang Dazhuang slapped his forehead, how stupid he is.

"That's right, Zhi...uh, just wait, I'll be back soon." Yuzhi refused to let him call her by her name, and Sang Dazhuang held back when the words came to his lips.

Yuzhi's heart twitched, and he couldn't remember how many things he had done and how deeply he had hurt this stupid man. Obviously they were all unreasonable requests, but he remembered them all one by one, and followed them correctly.

It's okay, take your time, she can definitely make up for it: "Well, come back quickly, I'm scared alone."

"Okay, okay." Sang Dazhuang hesitated to speak, but refused to leave.

Yuzhi blinked: "Is there anything else?"

Sang Dazhuang glanced at the hem of his clothes: "That, hand."

Yuzhi realized that she was still holding Sang Dazhuang. After holding it for a long time, her hands became stiff.

"Da Zhuang, help me, my hands are stiff and I can't move myself."

Sang Dazhuang almost knelt when he heard a big sentence. This was no less shocking than when his mother heard Yuzhi call her mother. His heart was pounding hard, but he didn't dare to show it, for fear of scaring Yuzhi.

Steady your mind, look at Yuzhi's hand, the white and tender little hand has been turned blue from the cold, and the place where the needle was taken is even more black.

Sang Dazhuang wanted to slap himself twice, he was so stupid.

In such a cold day, if you are exposed to the quilt, you must be frozen.

Stretching out his **** hand, he carefully touched Yuzhi's white and thin fingers. Yuzhi's hand was really small and fragile. Sang Dazhuang's **** hand gestured for a long time, but he couldn't get it down, for fear of being touched. broken.

After finding the right direction with great difficulty, he twirled his **** over, and when he touched the white, tender and cold little hand, he almost stopped breathing.

After tossing for a long time, Yuzhi's hand became colder and stiffer, and Sang Dazhuang was sweating all over himself, and he didn't let go of his fingers.

Yu Zhi looked at Sang Dazhuang trembling with a speechless face, she was not made of bean curd dregs, so she was so untouchable.

"Give me your hand in the palm of your hand. When it's hot, rub it and it will open. Hurry up, I'm cold."

When Sang Dazhuang heard this, he didn't dare to write any more ink.

Rubbing his hands on the clothes, he secretly watched Yuzhi's expression, and then slowly went up.

Yuzhi never showed disgust and rejection, so he was relieved.

The small fist, in the palm of his hand, felt no bigger than an egg, and Sang Dazhuang's heart was so hot.

Yuzhi is willing to let him touch him, doesn't she hate him so much?

Thinking of this, Sang Dazhuang was bubbling with beauty.

Covering Yuzhi's hand to warm it up, after gently rubbing it away, he carefully tucked it into the bed, feeling a little dizzy: "I, I'm going to fetch hot water, and I'll be back soon." I dare not look at Yuzhi face, turned and ran away.

Running to the door, I remembered that I didn’t take the kettle, so I went back to get it again, and ran away like a gust of wind.

Running too fast, his head was too dizzy, and he bumped into someone. His big body was fine, and he knocked him all over the place. Fortunately, he was a young man, so he didn't fall wrong.

Sang Dazhuang was the first to file a complaint, and shouted at the top of his voice: "You are blind, believe it or not, I will beat you."

The young man's anger at being knocked out instantly faded away, and he couldn't be provoked: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Sang Dazhuang glared at him, and walked away fiercely.

At the end of the day, he secretly glanced at the ward with a guilty conscience. The daughter-in-law probably didn't hear it, right? Don't meet that unlucky **** again, or his head will be knocked off.

Innocent victims, young men... who the **** is it?

Yuzhi could hear clearly in the ward, with the corners of her mouth raised.

In the past, she would have hated Sang Dazhuang's vulgarity and cruelty, but now she just finds it funny, he is obviously a fool.

The man is tall and strong, with a fierce face, a loud voice, and a violent temper.

Before meeting Yuzhi, he brought a few youngsters of about the same age to hang around.

Never go to work in the field, do it when there is a disagreement, do it when anyone is not pleasing to the eye, and even do it when someone provokes him. In his cognition, there is no problem that cannot be solved with fists.

His fist is the size of a sandbag, and ordinary people can't hold it at all. He is invincible in all directions, and he easily becomes the leader of a gangster. People hate dogs and everyone avoids him.

After meeting Yuzhi, Yuzhi said that he didn't like gangsters, so he changed his ways and returned to the right. Although he couldn't change his bad temper, he went to work honestly.

He has a lot of strength, one person can do the work of several people, and he gets full work points every day.

But he was too good at work before, even if he is a good workman now, it is not appreciated by others. Besides, his temper has not changed at all, except that he is cautious in front of Yuzhi, holding his throat and whispering in a low voice, but he is still fierce and violent in front of other people. A stare of the copper bell-like eyeballs can scare people's souls away.

Now Yuzhi doesn't mind, no matter what kind of temperament he is or what he does, as long as he treats her well, she can accept it, no longer care about other people's opinions, no longer care about other people's opinions, this man, her own It's fine if you like it.

Before Sang Dazhuang came back, other patients were placed in the ward.

A large family crowded in noisily.