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Her soft and delicate hands patted his face, and her soft voice sounded like she was about to cry. It sounded like she was flirting like she had never done before.

Fu Sihan only lost consciousness for a moment before closing his eyes to rest due to his body being too sore and tired. He didn't expect to see a woman looking at him with reddened eyes.

Tears filled her eyes. When he opened his eyes, she laughed through her tears and tears fell from her eyes and onto his lips.

He licked it with his tongue and felt that it was not only salty, but also indescribable.

"Not running away? What do we do if that person catches up? " Fu Sihan asked weakly.

Nightfall did not think about this question at all and asked in a daze, "If I'm leaving, then what will you do?"

One part of Fu Sihan's heart felt like it was about to collapse, and it went completely limp.

Misfortunes and blessings intertwined. This seemed to be a pleasant surprise.

His body was obviously weak. Not only was he shot, he was also bruised from jumping off the car. He had no idea how much strength he had used to grab the back of the woman's head with his left hand and push her down.

In order to not put pressure on him, Nightfall used both of her hands to support his side in a flurry.

His mouth was held by a man.

This kiss was even more urgent and intense than the one in the parking lot.

But it also revealed a gentleness she had never experienced before.

"Ugh!" "Ugh …"

She wanted to push him out after she reacted late, but she didn't dare to argue with him, fearing that she would drag his injuries down with her.

Until he was exhausted from his injuries and ended the kiss.

"Hey!" What are you doing, you're all injured and still …! Lie down and don't move! " I don't know what to say to him late at night.

The reason why he was so perverted was probably because he was prepared for someone who was not afraid of death!

When Fu Sihan saw her embarrassed and annoyed expression, he could not help but smile. He then asked with worry, "Are you injured?"

Nightfall shook his head. He had protected her well.

"Call Masahiko or Young Son Ann." Fu Sihan licked his lips. Losing too much blood caused his lips to turn pale.

Flames filled the sky when the distant vehicles collided. Fu Sihan fired a shot before jumping out of the car. That person didn't manage to jump out of the car in time, and could only die in the car crash.

"..."

Shang Junchi and Young Son An quickly arrived and called an ambulance.

By the time Fu Sihan was carried onto the stretcher, he had already fainted. However, his left hand still held Yan Wan's hand tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Young people these days, there's no one willing to fight with you for a woman!" The middle-aged doctor sighed and shook his head.

The doctor was extremely embarrassed to be on the side at night, so he followed her into the ambulance. While doing some emergency treatment, he pulled Yan Xu's hand away from Fu Sihan's at the same time.

Later, when she saw that the man's subconscious was still clenching his hands, it was as if something had cut a hole in her sturdy heart, and a strange light was shining through her mouth.

Behind the ambulance was the carriage of the young son, Monk An.

The operation lasted six hours.

Not only had Fu Sihan been shot in the back of the waist, but he had also suffered serious bruises from multiple fractures. It could be said that the left hand that he had willfully used before was the only body part of his body that was in good condition.

After the operation was completed, Fu Sihan was transferred to the VIP ward. The entire floor was reserved. Besides a few top doctors and nurses, there were only bodyguards outside.

He would stay in the ward late at night and wait for him to wake up. Shang Junchi and his son An would investigate the events of the night as soon as possible.

The bony finger on the bed moved.

Fu Sihan was in better physical condition than most, waking up two hours earlier than the doctor had expected.

Unable to move under the effect of the anesthetic, Fu Sihan rolled his eyes in search of someone. When he saw a soft strand of hair by his side, his heart finally stopped beating.

When Fu Sihan was undergoing surgery, she had been waiting outside. She also guarded the bed when he was in the ward, and gradually fell asleep due to exhaustion.

He lay on the bed in an uncomfortable position. He turned his head around late at night and went back to sleep.

Her seaweed like hair spread out, revealing a woman's gorgeous face. Her cherry lips were beautiful and her eyelashes were like butterfly wings. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted, and she was unable to sleep soundly.

The image of her last night appeared in Fu Sihan's mind — she clearly didn't know how to drive a car, yet she was able to swing out of the car and was obviously extremely afraid. She feigned calmness on her face — this was the first time Fu Sihan had seen such a resolute and potentially limitless evening speech.

And what moved him the most was undoubtedly her tearful eyes as she looked at him.

What will you do now that I'm gone?

Before this, no matter what happened, no one had ever thought that he should do so.

Fu Province had married their mother for the sake of power and power. They had returned to the Fu Family with their illegitimate child. Their delicate mother had asked him with tears in her eyes, "What should I do?"

That year, Fu Sihan was only six years old.

Fu Province treated Fu Manhua as a precious treasure in his palm and also loved Fu Guansan dearly. However, he didn't want to take a second look at Fu Sihan and Fu Nanke. The five-year-old asked him, "Why doesn't Daddy like him? What should I do?"

That year, the similarly unpopular Fu Sihan was only seven years old.

What should he do?

It had always been someone else who had thrown the problem at him and asked him to come up with the best solution.

Only the evening party asked him what he should do.

His afternoon vision was so tranquil that it could captivate others.

Fu Sihan's arm gradually became aware of what was going on as he carefully pushed away the strand of hair that Yan Ye had draped over his cheek.

He woke up late at night as if he had sensed something.

She stared straight at Fu Sihan. After staring at the man on the bed for a few seconds, her blank mind finally started working.

"You woke up so quickly?!" Late at night was both surprised and happy. "Are you feeling unwell? Does the wound still hurt? Hungry? Shang shaoye and the young master said that they would come back to see you in a while. "

"It hurts."

This was the first time since he was young that the proud Fu Sihan had spoken of pain.

Actually, to Fu Sihan, this sort of pain was better than nothing.

"Where do you feel pain? I'll call a doctor for you! " Nightfall was alarmed. His gaze swept across his body, which was covered in wounds.

"Not a doctor."

"Huh?"

"Massage it for me." Fu Sihan said.

If it was another man who said this, he might have been trying to take liberties with her. However, right now, Fu Sihan's face was deathly pale and his expression was emotionless. He might not be able to make up his mind at night.

"No." She shook her head and explained in a serious tone, "If you rub it, the wound will crack, which is not good for healing."

Fu Sihan closed his eyes and covered the smile in the depths of his eyes. His shoulders trembled slightly under the sheet. He was holding back his laughter.

Can't she make out what he means? How could he say such words in all seriousness?

"Then give me a hug." Fu Sihan took a step back and acted as if it was easy to negotiate with him.

Staring at him late at night, she wanted to be angry, but she couldn't get angry.

He pressed the beeper at the head of the bed.

The attending physician quickly rushed over to examine Fu Sihan. It was a young and beautiful female doctor.

Later, he felt that she looked familiar. After a moment, he remembered.

"You are not... "It's not that servant from the first rank garden …"