Chapter 922

It was a week after Fu Sihan returned to the imperial capital.

The imperial capital was already in a cold spring.

In the evening, holding Xiao Yan'an at the exit of the machine, I saw a tall and straight man coming out from afar, wearing a gray Nizi coat. The small luggage box was carried by the bodyguard. He carried a gift bag in his left hand, but his right hand was empty.

Noble and steady, very eye-catching.

A lot of people came out, and he was the most dazzling one.

"Inkstone, daddy is back!" In the evening, holding Fu Yan'an in one hand, he said hello to his son as he pointed out the position of Fu Sihan.

"Well?" Milk baby staring at a little golden hair around, did not see where daddy is.

"Daddy is coming! Are you happy to see daddy? I still think about daddy before inkstone, don't you? "

When Fu Sihan came near, xiaoyan'an had a drum in his eyes and said, "ah!"

Fu Si had a good ear and listened to yanwanwan's sentence "do you want to miss daddy?" he looked at his son's reaction again, and he raised his eyebrows to Yanwan without expression: is that what you mean?

Late and late:

This relationship between father and son can't be saved.

Fu Sihan pinched his son's face. He could not help but hold the man in one hand and looked at Fu Yan'an: "what are you? How old are you? Are you polite? "

"He's only six months old."

Fu Sihan pretends not to hear, causing Fu Yan'an "ah ah ah" protest.

"Sir and madam, the car is at exit B." A timely reminder from the bodyguard.

Your family looks so high, young master is still a little yellow hair, did not see so many people secretly looking at you? It's time to be recognized!

It's not to say that it can't be recognized. After all, it's not a star. However, security issues still need to be considered. After all, it's an extraordinary moment and Su Yujie hasn't found it yet.

Evening to pick up small Yan'an, Fu Si Han side of the lower body, to avoid. Hand up the left hand gift bag to Yan wanwan: "you take this."

"What is this?" I'll take it later and ask.

"Get in the car and look." Fu Si cold just empty left hand and hold the speech late hand, lead people to B mouth.

Xiaoyan an tilted his head to look at the hands of his father and mother. He did not see it, but turned to Fu Sihan's back to see.

See!

Daddy takes mommy's hand!

"Ah! Oh! Ah, woo

Xiaoyan'an began to wave his fist, and wanted to go to the late hand.

Mummy's hand, he also wants to lead!

"What's wrong with inkstone?"

Evening was about to see his son, Fu Sihan said: "he is happy."

Fu Yan'an:

If you don't understand me, you don't understand me?!

Later, he believed Fu Sihan's words and said with a smile, "right! I said inkstone Miss daddy very much! Is it, inkstone? "

Xiaoyan'an said Ah

It's a fart!

When I got on the bus, I opened the gift bag which was handed over by Fushan.

As soon as I opened it, I could smell the aroma of food.

"Sweet scented osmanthus cake!" Evening surprise said, holding a piece into the mouth.

It's sweet but not greasy, delicate and fragrant. It's so delicious that you can't miss it.

"Delicious?" Forster looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Delicious!"

Fu Sihan said with a smile: "Su Yanzhe said that when you were a child, you liked to eat this sweet scented osmanthus cake. Your grandmother went to the owner of this shop to learn it, but she didn't learn the essence. You don't like it."

Blinking late and late, isn't it?

She was so ignorant when she was a child? The old man specially learned to eat for her, but didn't give face and eat?

Fu Sihan was also very surprised to hear this. Su Yanzhe said that Yan wanwan was far less sensible than he was now when he was a child. He was upright and clever when he was outside. In fact, he was a little girl who was proud of himself.

"Ah, ooh --"

when xiaoyan'an saw her mother eating, she began to hop her legs in her baby's chair, and her two fleshy little arms went to reach the sweet scented osmanthus cake on her hand.

"Inkstones can't be eaten yet. They can only be eaten when they grow up." Inkstone has begun to eat complementary food, but they are some tasteless auxiliary food chopped into pieces of mud, such as sweet scented osmanthus crisp, which is heavy oil and heavy food. The baby must not eat it.

Night to see his son greedy, small yellow hair under the eyes of the son directly looking at the sweet scented osmanthus crisp in the hand of Yan Wan, the eyes of small saliva will flow down.

"Do you want some inkstone?" In the evening, I shook the sweet scented osmanthus crisp in my hand.

Small yellow eyes are very sweet scented osmanthus crispy left and right.

In the evening, he couldn't help laughing, holding the sweet scented osmanthus cake and reaching out to him --

"smell the inkstone!"

Smell it, take it back and eat it yourself.

Fu Yan'an didn't respond for a while. The whole villain stayed there, and his eyes fell on his mouth. He saw that his mouth was going to hold up and cry."Ha ha!" Foshan laughed in a low voice, and his chest was shaking with laughter.

He's late and late, too.

"So delicious?" Fu Sihan asked with a smile.

So delicious that you make fun of your son?

"Well!" No hesitation to nod at night.

"I'll try it."

Evening just picked up a piece of sweet scented osmanthus crisp, the man suddenly leaned over, put his big hand on the back of her head, and kissed her.

*Roll away her lips and corners of the mouth residual a little osmanthus crispy crumbs.

Late and late:

"Average." After serious carpooling, he said seriously, "it doesn't taste as good as you."

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Yan chenrui has entered the stage of formal chemotherapy. The current plan is to first chemotherapy, and then recuperate the body after the bone marrow is settled, and then prepare for both hands.

The chemotherapy results were surprisingly good, much better than expected.

The night was completely relieved, and changju finally returned to yipinyuan from the five-star hotel next to the hospital.

Fu Sihan didn't come forward to say that he responded to Su Yujie's matter. In addition, the microblog that Yan chenrui sent out, the heat of the matter gradually dropped.

Jiang Yan also successfully made a large number of low-priced stock acquisitions according to the meaning of "late speech" and made a simple clean-up of the major shareholders. It's a pity that there are still several old foxes who are quick to reflect and regret at the last moment of selling stocks.

This afternoon, Yanwan finished an interview program and went to the talk room. She saw Michiko standing outside crying into tears.

In the evening, she felt a thump in her heart. Before she could ask what happened, Missy sobbed and said, "evening, evening, Rui, Rui Wuwu It's getting worse, woo woo... "

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When Yan wanwan feels the hospital, Yan chenrui has entered the operating room.

The red light outside the operating room lights up all night.

At the end of winter and early spring, the night was still cold, and the operating room was quiet. Only the occasional footsteps of nurses in the distance could be heard.

Night standing in the operating room, no one dares to ask her to take a rest. Even Fu Sihan, who has always been strong, just takes off his coat and puts it on Yan wanwan's body and holds her hand tightly.

The dawn broke.

The lights in the operating room finally went out.

The attending doctor took the lead and was tired of long-term operation.

"Doctor, how is my brother?" I asked anxiously in the evening and looked at the doctor as if waiting for a trial.

The doctor looked bad and asked solemnly, "can you still find the bone marrow you mentioned before? The patient's current situation, if continue to use chemotherapy, the survival rate is less than 20 percent. "

In the evening, I stumbled under my feet and turned pale.

Fu Sihan and Su Yanzhe did not stop looking for Su Yujie during this period of time, but they found nothing. The woman seemed to disappear out of thin air.

At the beginning, the person who took Su Yujie did not come to contact him. He talked about the conditions with Su Yujie's bone marrow as a bargaining chip, and did not let Su Yujie appear again. People have to suspect that Su Yujie is, to a large extent, dead.

Yan chenrui again transferred from the general ward to the ICU, which was even worse than the last time he was in the ICU. His hair fell off under long-term chemotherapy, and his body lost a lot of weight. He was lying in the hospital bed with a catheter inserted all over his body. He was lifeless.

Su Yujie lies on the narrow transparent glass outside the ICU, staring at it with tears in her eyes.

Late night heart like a knife, but can not help any help.

"Here it is! Here comes the marrow Suddenly, the attending doctor's voice of joy.