Wen Qiao realized his gaffe, and hurriedly showed a sad look: "There are no injuries elsewhere, right?" ”

"It's all skin trauma, it's out of the way."

The people in the ward were pushed out, Fu Nanli wrapped gauze on his head, closed his eyes, and was still asleep, and the doctor said that he would wake up after the effect of the anesthetic subsided.

The rain was loud outside the window, and the curves on the ECG and EEG at the bedside looked at Wen Qiao with peace of mind, as if representing her vital signs.

She sat in front of the hospital bed, and only then did she have time to take a good look at this man who didn't know what was going on, and fate was tied to her.

The bridge of the man's nose is high and straight, and the contours are deep and distinct, even if he is unconscious, he can feel the noble and cold aura from him, and at first glance he is a noble young man in a high position.

The door was suddenly slammed open, and Wen Qiao saw a gray-haired man rushing in, and fear was engraved in his eyes, and he trembled and couldn't speak: "My family...... My young master...... What's wrong? ”

Wen Qiao hurriedly comforted him: "He was in a car accident on the way to the airport, there was no life-threatening injury, but he suffered a blow to the head, and the doctor said that he would wake up soon, don't worry." ”

The butler's face was palpitating.

"Hiss......" The man on the bed suddenly made a faint sound.

The white-haired man ran to the bedside, helpless, and his eyes were red: "Young master...... Master. ”

Fu Nanli slowly opened his eyes, Wen Qiao thoughtfully pressed the bedside switch, the bedside slowly rose, and the patient was in a semi-lying position.

Wen Qiao carefully observed Fu Nanli's expression, his eyes were confused and puzzled, he glanced at the man who had just come in, and his voice was hoarse: "Are you?" ”

I saw the gray-haired man look stunned, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't believe what he said: "Young master, I'm ...... I'm Uncle Li, the housekeeper of the Fu family, you...... What's wrong with you? ”

Wen Qiao clenched his fists and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he really lost his memory, she liked this assistant golden finger.

Fu Nanli seemed to be in pain, his expression looked painful, and his hoarse voice was mixed with a trace of depression caused by physical discomfort: "Butler? What housekeeper? ”

Uncle Li had a collapsed expression on his face, and the doctor happened to come in and call Uncle Li out to explain the patient's condition to him.

Only Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao were left in the ward.

His gaze was confused and careless, "Who are you?" ”

Although the man was wearing a hospital gown, the noble and cold aura around him still made Wen Qiao a little apprehensive.

"Don't you remember me?"

Fu Nanli's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was recalling, and a severe headache struck, making him have to give up his memory, and he spoke in a heavy voice: "Who is it?" ”

Looking at the confused eyes of the man in front of him, Wen Qiao, who was trying to save his life, opened his lips-

"I ...... It's your wife. ”

The man's eyes were slightly raised, his gaze wandered over her, Wen Qiao swallowed nervously, tightened his skirt with both hands, and smiled very weakly at his slightly aggressive and oppressive gaze.

He shouldn't find anything, he doesn't even know the housekeeper, he shouldn't be able to goof.

She had no intention of doing anything, she just wanted to save her life.

He slowly raised his hand, and his slender and bony fingers paused beside her face, Wen Qiao instinctively wanted to hide, thinking that it was wrong, he couldn't hide.

The touch of her fingertips was a little cold, and she was wearing a thin callouse and gently pinched her face.

The girl in front of her is as beautiful and bright as a porcelain doll, but her eyes are simple and clear, making it impossible to take your eyes off.

"My wife is ...... Nurse? ”

Qingjun's hoarse voice made Wen Qiao, who had a big personality, feel hot on his face and spread to the root of his ears.