C40

Early the next morning, Gu Nan City appeared.

He didn't know why, but Qiao Anxian rather liked getting along with this Doctor Gu. Although his attitude towards her wasn't too good, but … There was a feeling, a sense of déjà vu.

Gu Nan City held onto the medical record card and said, "Let me examine you."

Why did he still need to go through an examination after staying in the hospital for so many days? Qiao Anyun asked listlessly, "Doctor Gu, when can I leave the hospital?"

He still shook his head childishly and sighed, "The hospital is too boring. I'm going to grow mushrooms soon …"

Gu Nan City was stunned. Qiao Anyun also had such a childish time? In her mind, she had always been arrogant and aggressive, completely different from what she was now.

"Doctor Gu." Joanna looked up at him and flashed him a big smile. "You look so nice. Can you let me leave the hospital?"

Gu Nan Cheng was amused by her and his tone became lighter, "It's useless trying to please me like this. After a hundred days of suffering, I must abide by the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something and gradually recovered his indifferent expression. He continued to check and no longer spoke to Qiao Anxiao.

Joanna sighed, but there was nothing she could do. The doctor didn't say she could leave the hospital, so she probably couldn't …

After another two days of boredom, a person that Qiao Anxiao did not expect and did not want to see appeared in the ward.

Wen Ziqi arrived with a particularly bright bouquet of red roses.

Qiao Anyun really wanted to roll his eyes and experience it for himself …

He didn't really understand why he liked things that were so gorgeous, and even a bit tacky in the past.

Compared to roses, she preferred hyacinth, lily flowers, fresh and elegant.

"Darling, why did you bring yourself into the hospital again after not seeing you for a few days?" Wen Ziqi smiled and wanted to sit on the edge of the bed. Qiao Anxiao was one step ahead of him, moving outwards without leaving a trace, not giving him any space to sit down.

Wen Ziqi was stunned. Still smiling, he sat down on a chair by the bed.

He reached out to touch Joanna's head, but she tilted her head away.

Thinking of what happened at the hotel last time, Qiao Anxiao felt uncomfortable inside. He had nothing to say to Wen Ziqi, so he did not answer.

"You weren't raped by your family, were you?" The smile on Wen Ziqi's face grew even wider as he once again stretched out his hand.

Qiao Yifan knew that he was joking, but she had a feeling that there was too much hidden behind Wen Ziqi's smile. He was definitely not a playboy like he appeared to be.

Although she was smiling, there were some words that contained a hint of coldness. She could hear it, so she felt that he was not someone who was easy to get along with.

"Don't touch!" "Didn't you say last time that you would never see each other again? I thought I'd made it quite clear that no matter what our relationship had been before, from that day on we were completely separate. "

Wen Ziqi only smiled but didn't comment.

At this moment, Fu Siming was outside the door.

He had come to help Joanna with the discharge procedures. He originally wanted to come to the housekeeper, but when he thought of the recent change in the situation, he somehow felt moved and decided to come personally to bring her home.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wen Ziqi in the ward, doing something intimate to Qiao Anxian.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Qiao Anxiao subconsciously looked over. Wen Ziqi turned around and saw Fu Siming. He gave a faint smile but did not speak.

Ignoring him, he walked over to Joanna, took off his coat and draped it over her, then bent over and picked her up and left.

Johann was shocked.

Today, what part of Fu Siming's brain was in the wrong? Unexpectedly … He actually hugged her!

"Eh? Where are you taking me? " Joanna felt her heart beat faster and her cheeks were a little hot, but she was afraid of being seen by Fu Siming as a taunt, so she lowered her head not daring to look at him.

"Discharge." Fu Siming calmly said two words, then fell silent.

Qiao Anyun silently cursed, he really cherished his words like gold …

"In a hospital gown?"

Without answering her question, he carried her out of the room.

Looking at the scene before him, Wen Ziqi's gaze gradually grew colder as he watched him take the woman away. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a cold smile.

It seemed like the situation now was getting more interesting.

Fu Siming carried Johann all the way out of the hospital. Quite a few people in the corridor saw him and gave her envious looks, making her feel particularly embarrassed.

This was the first time that Fu Siming hugged her, but … Why did it feel so strange?

"Let me down... So many people are watching. "

He ignored her until they reached the parking lot.

"Get in." said Fosmin in a commanding tone.

Seeing Joanna stand there in a daze, Fu Siming raised his eyebrows. His expression was cold, but his tone wasn't as stiff as Joanna's. "You still want me to hug you?"

Qiao Anxiao was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly. He hurriedly said that there was no need and was about to open the car door. Unexpectedly, Fu Siming opened the car door before her and looked at her.

"Eh?"

Joanna was a little flattered, but she was even more suspicious of what Fosmin must be up to today.

The car was silent as before, but for some reason, Qiao Anjiao felt that the atmosphere was different from before.

She had thought that he would be angered like last time when he saw Wen Ziqi. However, from the looks of it, he seemed to be exceptionally … Casual?

She must be seeing things … As he thought of this, Qiao Anyun looked at the scenery outside the window, then looked down at his mobile phone. This journey wasn't as difficult as she had expected.

The car stopped in front of the house. As soon as Joanna got out of the car, he walked up to her and picked her up again without a word.

"You … "No need, I've already reached home, I can walk by myself." His face was a little hot.

Ignoring her refusal, he carried her through the living room and up the stairs to her room.

Many of the servants in the house saw this and were surprised. This is the first time I've seen a mister carrying a lady!

What he had injured was his hand and not his foot. He could have left, but why did Fu Siming insist on hugging her?

However, he quickly changed his mind and thought that since he wanted to hug him, he should just let him. It felt good to not have to walk on his own.

He gently placed her on the bed, then pulled the quilt over the end of the bed to cover her and tuck her in. Qiao Anxiao felt that the way he looked at her seemed to be a little different.

It used to be cold, with a touch of disgust, but now he looked at her with something more inquisitive.

Joanna looked at him warily, not knowing what he was thinking. This feeling of being investigated made her feel very strange. She moved, trying to sit up.

Just as she moved, Fu Siming glanced at her and said in a faint voice, "Lie still."

The woman lay down, but she couldn't help mumbling in her heart. Was it different from the hospital?

"Since we can all leave the hospital, why are you still lying down when we return home? "Both here and in the hospital, there's still a doctor …"

After a long period of silence, Fu Siming slowly said, "Some people at home won't be able to come in."

Qiao Anyan did not understand what he meant.

Some people, who are they?

Could he be talking about Wen Ziwei?

"Rest." With that, he left her room.

Looking at his back, Qiao Anxiao muttered, "Strange …"

The next morning, while he was still in bed, he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Why are you …"

Before she could finish, she noticed a tube of ointment in his hand. She immediately understood the purpose of his visit, but felt that it was completely unreal.

Without a word, he walked over to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He unscrewed the ointment and dabbed some of it with a cotton swab, then smeared it on her unscabbed wound.

He had already lightened his movements, but the moment the ointment came into contact with his wound, Qiao Anjiao still felt pain until he sucked in a breath of cold air.

The man frowned, but the movements of his hands unconsciously became a bit lighter.

"Actually... "It's fine as long as the servants are here to apply the medicine …"

He looked at her but said nothing. He lowered his head and continued to move his hands.

Qiao Anjiao also stopped speaking. It was rare that this fellow seemed to be in a good mood and his actions were so gentle. If she accidentally said something that made him angry, then her wound …

He felt scared, so he decided to just shut up.

She kept looking at Fu Siming as he drugged her, and even after a long time, she couldn't help but wonder if the person in front of her was really him.

"Are you really Fu Sing? How could Fu Siming be so good to me? "

Fu Siming stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. "Did I treat you badly before?"

Qiao Anyun did not even think and replied, "Of course not …"

Just as the word "worse" was about to come out of her mouth, Fu Siming coldly glared at her. She immediately changed her words and dryly laughed twice. "More or less, I guess. It's not bad."

Fu Siming's face darkened as he coldly said, "I'm repaying you for saving my life."

In the end, he added, "Don't think too much about it."

Qiao Anzhi quickly said, "Don't worry! I won't think that you like me so much! "

It was originally a sentence she had inadvertently said, but when Fu Siming heard it, he fell silent. In the end, he didn't say anything and just left her room. However, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This kind of Qiao Anzhi seemed to not be that annoying anymore.

After a few more days of rest at home, the servants changed every day to make stew for the bones, telling her where to eat to make up for it, leaving her at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.

It only lasted for two to three days, and his entire body had swelled up … This time, Qiao Anxian was not going to let it go!

Looking at herself in the mirror, the woman sighed heavily. She had to find something to do, or else not only would she waste time, but she would grow fat at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

She had "begged" him for two days, and at any rate he would not allow her to go back to the company. Since that was the case, she could only think of her own ways.

Thinking of the script from before he was injured, the designers should still be in the process of creating their own novels, right? Even if he could not create it himself, it would be good if he could participate in it. But now …

Then she had an idea. Her right hand was uninjured, so she had a drawing paper and a pen at home. Since he didn't want her to go out, she should be able to paint at home, right?

She rolled off the bed and sat down at the desk. If you want to draw a design script that fits your customer's needs, you have to be fully aware of each other's needs.

Joanna had collected a lot of information about the painter online, but most of all about his love affair with his dead wife. After reading it, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

After gaining some inspiration, he started drawing with the brush.

"Madam …" It's time for dinner. Mister will be back later today and told us to let you eat first. "

Qiao Yifan was still in the middle of his inspiration, so how could he have the mood to eat? He shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry. You guys don't need to worry about me."

The servant wanted to continue persuading her, but he felt that his wife was in a different state today. He did not continue persuading her, so he silently closed the door.

He didn't know how long he had been painting for, but he had finally finished drawing the blueprint. Qiao Anxiao felt a little sleepy and fell asleep while lying down on the desk.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in bed, under the covers, and in the room, besides her, was Fosmin.

He was standing in front of the desk, looking at the design in his hand. His brow was furrowed, and he didn't say a word.