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Missy can smell the clean and crisp youth smell, like the sun.

"After chemotherapy, he lost his hair, was bony, his facial features were depressed, his face was pale and haggard, he was ugly, and he could die at any time." Yan chenrui remembers his past self.

He understood at this moment why he didn't want Missy to accompany him to review.

He was worried that she would see his bad indicators.

Worried that she would see patients who were suffering from the disease, because he was one of them.

He may even return to that "group" in the future.

What's the right of him to like Michico?

What is the right to face up to Simi can have a crooked mind of their own?

"Yan chenrui, you are lying to me. The man just now is not good-looking. You can see, even if you are thin, it will not be very ugly." Missy didn't agree.

Yan chenrui was stunned because of her words. She chuckled, half amused and half self mocking, "did you see it just now? The relapse patient in the hospital bed just now

"He..." "The eyes, the nose, the mouth are bleeding, and so are the ears," Missy recalled

"I may do the same in the future." Yan chenrui said while observing misiko's reaction.

Missy can blink an eye, tilt a small head to look at Yan Chen Rui.

"Scared?" Yan chenrui didn't wait for a long time to come to misiko's words, and he didn't understand what mood she was now.

Missy can raise the corner of his mouth, like a little sun, like a step forward, gently embrace Yan Chen Rui.

Due to her height difference, she can only hold Yan chenrui's waist and pat her little hands behind him.

"I'm not afraid. I know you're afraid." Missy can comfort way, "Yan chenrui, don't be afraid. The doctor said you are very healthy now. My cousin and I will help you later. You will be fine."

I'm afraid? Yan chenrui almost subconsciously ridiculed and refuted.

But looking down, I saw that the man in my arms was so clever, so * a golden curly hair was rubbing against his T-shirt, and his head was only on his chest.

Such a small person would comfort him.

Seeing so many patients and seeing the appearance of bleeding in the seven orifices, he even said that he was not afraid and even said I'll help you.

"Missy, do you know what you're doing?" Yan chenrui's voice is not obvious.

"I know." Misiko raised his head and didn't take it back from his waist. "I'm comforting you. I'm giving you a sense of security."

Yan chenrui looks up at the sky. He can't help raising his mouth, but he doesn't dare to let the people in his arms see his smile and moist eyes.

Little idiot, you don't know what you're doing.

You have no idea what kind of misunderstanding and Beckoning.

-

in the next few days, people in yipinyuan and the president secretaries of RK group were used to one thing.

That is, Fu Sihan takes care of Yan wanwan, a wife who is as inseparable as her daughter. She is devoted to everything and takes it with her anytime and anywhere. Every day, all kinds of top private dishes are sent to the office. In other words, Wan Wan completely ignores Fu Sihan.

Fu Sihan seems to have accepted this situation himself. He occasionally talks to women in wheelchairs. Most of the time when he inquires in a warm voice, he always bends down and looks at her, even kneels down in front of her.

Tears are indulgence and love, and hidden expectations.

This kind of expectation will vanish in the absence of a late response.

It's the first time for Fu Han to see these people.

Almost every day, the executives of RK group are suffering from the low pressure of the president day after day, and the pressure of each day is lower than that of the previous day.

A few people elite a total, again turn to Shang junchi and Shaozi an.

With the lesson from the last time, Shang junchi said that he would not hit the muzzle of the gun, but after listening to the high-level people's description of Fu Sihan's state, he felt that the third brother could not go on like this.

"Third brother, drink at night?" Shang junchi specially found a late nap to find Fu Sihan.

"No Fu Sihan refused without thinking.

"It's not the third brother. I know that you are in a bad mood recently. If you are not in a good mood, you have to vent. What should you do in case of an outbreak? Listen to me and relax Shang junchi tried his best to persuade him.

Next to the young son an nodded in agreement, "third brother, go, this time we three, no one else!"

After work, Fu Sihan sent yanwanwan back to yipinyuan and ordered the kitchen to prepare the dishes he liked. Most of the dishes were sour and spicy, and most of the rice was porridge.

After the dinner table, Fu Sihan looks at the words late to eat, just like the elder supervision does not love to eat children. This kind of thing happens every meal these days.

"You don't want to eat, young master?" Housekeeper Lin saw that Fu Sihan did not move his chopsticks.

Fu Sihan finished, and gave Yan Wan Sheng a bowl of tonic soup.

It didn't move in the evening.

Fu Sihan looked at the bowl of cool soup, and his eyes faded down. He answered the words of housekeeper Lin just now: "no, I'll go out in a moment."Then he sent a message to Shang junchi and agreed to drink at noon.

Half an hour after dinner, Fu Sihan came back to the master's bedroom at night.

"Young master, what can I do if she goes on like this? I think she's thin again!" Housekeeper Lin sees Fu Si han to come downstairs, depress voice anxiety to say.

Yan wanwan is really thin, less than a week, wrist bones are more prominent, Fu Sihan every day holding people feel that she is lighter, waist thinner.

Fu Sihan's hand hanging down on his side made a fist, and the back of his hand jumped violently. It took a long time to release it.

"Limbo, do you think she's against me in this way?"

"What does the young master say?" Housekeeper Lin watched Fu Sihan grow up from a little baby to be such a big man now. He knew that although he didn't show up on the surface, he was very painful in his heart.

"Call me if you have anything to do and ask the maid to watch her." Fu Sihan laughs at himself and goes out with housekeeper Lin.

If it really has nothing to do with him, steward Lin will surely have a lot of long arguments to reason with him, but he has only said so now.

Whose fault is it?

It's not late anyway.

Even if it's not his fault, someone has to take responsibility for it, right?

In the evening, he drove the wheelchair to the bedside. He hid behind the curtain and watched him leave in a Lamborghini.

My eyes flashed in the evening.

He always drives a business car or a car or a sports car when he goes out to work Go out and play.

-

what Shaozi settled down for was the card seat in the nine night hall, and no box was selected.

When people are upset, they need this noisy environment to completely defend their minds.

Nine nights, a place where rich people gather, has different patterns every day. Yesterday, it was dancing with dancing ribbons. Today, it's about pouring ice water and dancing for excitement. Tomorrow, there may be an auction, but the auction is not serious.

It sounds ridiculous, but the consumers here eat it.