Jin Yang was so angry that he turned his head and left.

Didn't Fu Shenyang just call him dad by relying on the nerd?

Wait for the nerd to marry him.

Be his man.

He wants to see if the nerd listens to an old father or to his husband!

Ah Chan stopped crying.

It's too tiring to cry.

Originally, there was a mess in the little head, crying too much, and it was as if there was a lack of oxygen.

Headache.

Eye pain.

The body also hurts.

The doctor gave her a microdose of tranquilizer, and Ah Chan fell asleep.

Fu Shenyang took a towel to wipe her face.

The dark eyes fell on her soft sleeping face like a kitten.

She's really, like a different person.

"Change the ward." Fu Shenyang said lightly.

"Huh? Why? ”

Assistant Wu asked a little strangely.

Then he changed his words: "Okay, Master Fu, what kind of ward do you want?" ”

If you are an assistant, never ask why, do whatever Fu Ye asks you to do.

His grandfather said, "Double room." ”

Well? Double room?

Isn't it fragrant in a single VIP presidential ward?

Why do you want to squeeze a ward with someone else?

Is the Fu Group short of this money?

Oh!

Don't ask, Assistant Wu slapped his head.

Fu Ye's thoughts, you have to think carefully and taste it slowly.

This double room is definitely not for Miss Ah Chan to live with others.

But...

Fu Ye didn't want that little prince Jin to disturb Miss Ah Chan again, so he was ready to accompany the bed in person... No.

Accompany the room!

When Azen woke up.

Already in the VIP double room.

Like a hotel, two beds in the same big room.

Ah Chan was very happy.

When you sleep like this, you can see the little girl.

It's been half a month.

Ah Chan's wound is not so painful, and he can move a little.

At night.

"Little girl?"

“… Well. Fu Shenyang closed his eyes and lay on his hospital bed.

The warm lamp sprinkled a layer of soft light on his face, and his cold face was a little less cold, like the gentleness he treated her in the past world.

Azen looked sideways at him.

The voice was soft: "I want to see your legs." ”

Fu Shenyang's eyes tightened slightly.

His legs.

Nothing to look at.

Even if he is crippled and paralyzed in this life, he is still the Fu Shenyang who can shake the entire Kyoto by stomping his feet.

Ordinary people couldn't accept the blow anymore, and he didn't blink his eyelids.

Moreover.

What if he doesn't accept it?

Did you cut off her legs to vent your hatred?

He slowly lifted his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and met her moist and soft eyes.

It's the same eyes.

I couldn't hide my hatred, suspicion, and sarcasm for him before.

Now, it's all about him.

If it weren't for a different person, he didn't believe that she would suddenly change her attitude towards him one hundred and eighty degrees.

Could it be that this is what people say, walking around before the ghost door closes, a lot of resentment and obsession are seen?

Fu Shenyang just looked at her like this.

The eyes outlined by the ink look at the shallow brush, but the ink under the eyes does not know how deep.

As if everything, there was nowhere to hide in front of him.

However, the four eyes looked at each other for a long time, but in her eyes, she only saw sincere innocence.

Palpitations in my heart.

He tilted his head.

His gaze was indifferent and fell on the ceiling: "It's okay, it'll be fine." ”

"I want to see it." That stubborn little soft baby still has to go against him.

Ah Chan doesn't look at it and doesn't feel at ease.

She wanted to knock and pinch to see if he really couldn't move his legs from now on.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her small body rolling, and she was about to get out of bed, Fu Shenyang's eyes turned pale.

He turned his eyes to her and wanted to reprimand her.

She was already slow, like a newborn penguin, with little hands and feet being extra careful, and staggered to his bed.

The body is crooked.

"Poof" and poured on top of him.

Call......

Fu Shenyang didn't know whether he was angry or helpless, and his big hand was faster than consciousness to hold her.

The arm was wrapped around her waist.

Thin and soft, a touch, make his big hands stiff.

He's a normal man.