Fu Heng's eyes darkened a few degrees, and his voice was as cold as crushed ice: "Did I tell you not to appear in front of her?"

Warm stunned.

It took a long time to remember that this was what Fu Heng had said.

She was immediately sad and aggrieved, and soon she suppressed her panic, and still said calmly: "If you have to say that I pushed her down, I will confront her face to face." ”

"No, she doesn't want to see you. ”

Fu Heng's voice was resolute and indifferent, and this tone made Wen Wen stunned again.

As if something had been torn apart in his heart, the man in front of him looked familiar but unfamiliar.

The eyes were like ice, indescribable alienation and indifference.

Wen Wen bit her lip tightly, and couldn't say a word for a while.

Looking at the man's indifferent face, she seemed a little unwilling: "You don't want to see me, is it because of a weak heart?"

"Warm!" Fu Heng suddenly aggravated his tone: "I repeat, don't appear in front of her in the future, do you hear?"

This is no longer a negotiating tone, it is simply an order.

Wen Wen felt embarrassed and embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do.

She didn't know which step she had made wrong and what she would end up like this.

But after so many years, if she can't get what she wants, then won't so many things be done in vain?

…………

When Chu Ci woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the man next to me was peeling an apple.

She had a layer of gauze wrapped around her forehead, her head hurt a little, and the first thing she said was, "What time is it?"

Fu Heng glanced at his watch: "Three o'clock in the afternoon." ”

He arrived just in time when she fell down the stairs, and ran up to catch her.

Chu Ci's head was knocked out, and the doctor said that there was a slight concussion.

She rubbed her head, "I don't seem to remember much about what happened?"

That memory seems to be a little vague, she only remembers shopping in the mall and ran into warmth, and then the two of them talked lukewarmly, and then she wanted to leave but the warmth chased after her, and then it seemed that she woke up and lay in the hospital.

Fu Heng's hand was also rubbed a big piece, but he didn't care, looking into her eyes, "Did Wen push you?"

Chu Ci frowned: "I really don't remember much, I was shopping in the mall, and then I met the warmth, and it was a little unpleasant, and I don't remember it very well after that!"

My head still hurts a little.

Fu Heng touched her head: "Rest well, don't think about superfluous things." ”

Chu Ci raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Warm?"

"In the detention center. ”

Without Fu Heng's permission, no one dared to release the warmth privately.

It's just that it's under the Mu family, and Mu Xiuchen should be back from a business trip at this time.

Believing that coming out is to make two days of effort.

Generally, the sentence for intentional injury can be big or small, and if it is warm, it is estimated that it is just a few days inside.

Chu Ci touched the gauze on his forehead and said casually: "It's really ugly to die after wrapping this circle." ”

Fu Heng smiled: "Bear with it, you can remove the gauze the day after tomorrow." ”

He reached out and touched her face: "She won't appear in front of you in the future, you can rest assured." ”

Chu Ci turned his face to look at him: "Well, this time I'll be unlucky." ”

But she is still uncomfortable in her heart, warmth is an eternal thorn, deeply rooted in her heart and there is no way to come out.

Probably seeing her unhappy look, Fu Heng leaned over his face and said softly: "Still unhappy?"

Chu Ci snorted coldly: "If you fall down and break your head, will you be happy?"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, she wants to stay in the detention center now, and she won't appear in front of you in the future, okay?"

Chu Ci didn't answer, but just thought of what she said warmly before, if she died, would Fu Heng really be indifferent?

Indeed, after all, they met when they were young, and then they grew up together until now, although the relationship is not as good as before, but it is always impossible to be truly indifferent.

Chu Ci is not a person who does not understand the truth, and some things really can't be done too much.

She looked at Fu Heng's face and said, "I'm hungry and want to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Chu Ci touched his stomach: "I want to eat dumplings, three fresh shrimps." ”

Soon, the dumplings were sent to the ward, and Chu Ci asked while eating, "What about the children?"

"At home, with maids to take care of, you don't have to worry. ”

"Did they know I was hurt?"

"I haven't told them yet. ”

Chu Ci said "oh": "Then can I be discharged from the hospital later?"

The doctor said that it was only a slight concussion, and there was no approximation, and he could almost be discharged from the hospital after another examination.

Chu Ci frowned, and couldn't remember how he fell down at that time.

Anyway, the two of them had a dispute, and I don't know if Wen Wen pushed her.

No, so what, did you wronged her?

Even if it is wronged, it is warm and self-inflicted.

She was extremely annoyed by the warmth appearing in front of her from time to time, and hoped that after this incident, she would never appear in front of her again.

After checking in the hospital last night, Chu Ci was discharged, because he still had gauze wrapped around his head, so Chu Ci simply bought a hat to take with him.

When I went home, the two little babies happened to be reading fairy tale books on the sofa, and when they saw her coming back, they hurriedly asked, "Mom, why didn't you come back yesterday and didn't answer your phone?"

Chu Ci didn't speak, but Fu Heng hurriedly said, "Mom had something to do yesterday, didn't I tell you?"

Baozi nodded, and he soon saw a little edge of gauze on Chu Ci's forehead, and asked, "Mom, are you injured, why are you wrapped in gauze?"

"Well, my forehead is a little broken, it's fine. ”

Fu Heng patted the heads of the two little guys in fear: "Okay, you two can play below, your mother is going upstairs to rest." ”

When Fu Heng and Chu Ci walked upstairs, Mianmian suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Baozi, do you say that Uncle Fu will be our father?"

Baozi nodded: "I think it will!"

"Bun, do you like him?"

"Well, he's nice to his mother. ”

Children don't have too many complicated feelings in their hearts, they only think about who is good to themselves and who is good to their mother, that's fine.

"So, what about Uncle Ann?"

"Uncle Ann is also very good. ”

Mianmian frowned a smile: "I used to like Uncle An very much, but now I also like Uncle Fu very much, what should I do!"

"You can like both!"

"Then mom likes both, too?"

Baozi couldn't answer this question, he looked at the book in his hand and said, "I saw a lot of pictures of my mother in my uncle's room." ”

One of the most conspicuous places is a photo of Chu porcelain before.

At that time, she was still as pure and beautiful as a girl.

Mianmian pouted her little mouth, feeling that this was really a difficult thing to choose.

But it doesn't matter who ends up, as long as mom is happy.

…………

Chu Ci opened the door and prepared to sleep, and found that his hair seemed to be oily.

Because his forehead was injured, the doctor told him not to let his forehead touch water, so Chu Ci didn't wash his hair for several days.

She had even asked from afar about the smell of her hair.

Fu Heng actually endured it, it was true love.

So when Fu Heng poured her a glass of water and put it next to the bed, she looked up at Fu Heng, "I want to wash my hair!"

"No way!"

Almost without thinking, Fu Heng spit out the word from his mouth.

This refusal is too simple!

"Why?"

"Why don't you know?" Fu Heng looked at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed pouting and looking dissatisfied, thinking that she was almost thirty years old, and she was still like a three-year-old child: "Your forehead is injured, and you still want to touch the water?"

"But if I don't wash my hair, I'm going to be very uncomfortable, and my hair will be oily. ”

She hadn't washed her hair for a few days, and she felt like she had a big oil field.

Chu Ci blinked his eyes and said pleadingly: "Don't worry, I won't get water." ”

After speaking, she blinked again: "Or, you can help me wash it!"

I have to say that this latter sentence is really difficult to refuse.

Fu Heng didn't think for a few seconds, and said, "You said it yourself!"

After saying that, he stopped her by the waist and hugged her.

Chu Ci is only ninety-five catties at best, less than one hundred catties, and his height of one meter six or eight is simply thin.

Now Fu Heng hugged her without saying a word, as if he hadn't hugged her before.

When he arrived at the bathroom, Fu Heng turned on the shower, looked at the woman standing beside him, and tested the water temperature: "Take off your clothes first!"

"Huh?"

Aren't you going to take a bath?

What are you doing with undressing?

Fu Heng turned off the shower, saw that she still didn't move, and hooked the corner of his lips: "Do you want me to help you?"

"No, I'll just wash my hair. ”

"How can you wash your hair without taking off your clothes. He reached out and pulled her over and unbuttoned her shirt directly, "Sit in the bathtub and I'll wash your hair." ”

Is this man a barbarian, who came up and unbuttoned her without saying a word?

Chu Ci hurriedly pulled his clothes: "Okay, okay, I'll come by myself." ”

She still seemed a little shy: "You go out first, okay I'll call you." ”

"It's an old husband and wife, and you're still shy?"

Fu Heng seemed to have caught some trick, hooked the corners of his lips and smiled secretly: "I thought you were used to it." ”

Get used to the ghost!

She really doesn't like to expose herself completely to the eyes of others, even if this person is her closest lover.

Chu Ci grabbed the button: "You go out first, I'll release the water myself, and I'll call you later." ”

Maybe they haven't seen each other for more than four years, and they only got along for less than a year before that, and Fu Heng felt that she was really grinding.

But she didn't say much, and waited until she had soaked herself in the tub before coming in.

Because of her wounds, Chu Ci leaned back on the edge of the bathtub and spread his long hair.

Looking at Fu Heng from this angle, you can see the delicately shaped clavicle, as well as the looming arc.