An Mu had four stitches on the back of her hand, her tears fell uncontrollably in pain, the number dialed by her mobile phone did not get through, and the screen turned black.

The young female doctor who gave her stitches chatted with her to divert her attention: "What about calling my husband?" ”

"yes."

She had dinner with her sister today, and there was a conflict, and she flipped the table, and the broken ceramic shards cut straight on the back of her hand, blood splattered out, and the wound was so deep that she needed stitches.

At night, only the lights in the emergency department of the hospital are still on, and there are occasional cries of children and gentle comforting sounds of mothers, and curtains of patients who are not seriously injured are separated from the examination room.

Suddenly, the noise at the door was several notches higher, and the night wind swept in and howled, and Anmuse flinched, and a group of people rushed in around a stretcher, shouting for help.

After the female doctor finished speaking, she put the things on hand back in place, threw away the medical waste, looked out slightly, and asked casually: "What's the matter, such a big battle?" ”

The long flaxen-colored hair and hanging hands of the woman on the stretcher could be faintly seen in the cracks, the blood flowed down the white skin to the fingertips, and then dripped to the ground, and the long blood droplets were pulled out on the floor, trampled by the messy footsteps, and several people around her were dressed in suits and leather shoes, with solemn expressions, just looking at it was unspeakably expensive, not to mention that there were more than a dozen bodyguards behind her.

"It looks like that, if you can't save her life, I want you to be buried in the hospital." The female doctor laughed as she spoke, and felt that it was not good to say this as a doctor, so she turned her head to look at Yasaki.

Wen Wen's quiet female voice seemed to smile: "There is a man in it who is my husband, guess which one?" ”

The female doctor looked stunned, straightened the corners of her mouth as if she was frightened when she said the wrong thing, and looked at An Mu apologetically, the gentle and beautiful woman had already turned her head, and her eyes fell on the phone with a black screen. The tears on her face had not yet dried, and they were transparently embellished on her face, like white pearls under the bright lights of the hospital, her eyelashes were half-drooping, and the smile on the corner of her mouth showed a sad look.

She seemed to feel something, and muttered, "No wonder you didn't answer my phone." ”

It seems that tears are falling again, but they are mixed with the previous ones, and they can't be distinguished.

For a moment, it only made people feel that the incandescent lights in the hospital were too bright.

"Doctor! Help me! ”

"Hurry! Let's Jean! ”

The next patient, whose back was covered in blood, was surrounded by a crowd, and with a panicked look and reckless and messy movements, Yasuki was bumped and his phone was knocked far away.

Yasuki took a lot of steps back, and a crack broke in the screen of the mobile phone that fell to the ground with the bag, and Anmu was just right to see the screen, which kept lighting up and going off.

She didn't bother to pick it up.

There are so many people who have stepped over the phone, and no one has given it extra glances.

In the noisy and bright hospital, people come and go, running to their families, running to their saviors, screams of pain will be exchanged for comfort, crying will be exchanged for warm words, she saw Wen Fangye with shirt sleeves and blazers hanging on at this moment.

He kept talking, maybe he had a heart, maybe it was just that Anmu was sitting in too conspicuous position.

He saw it.

Yasuki retracted his gaze, wondering if it would be too late for him to pick up his phone now.

It's strange that the hospital, which seemed to be noisy just now, suddenly fell silent, and you could clearly feel the sound of the man's leather shoes stepping on the ground, in line with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

The pitch-black leather shoes stood in front of her, and a voice came from overhead: "Why don't you answer the phone?" ”

In front of her, Wen Fangye will always be a gentle and considerate husband.

Will do anything that a gentle and considerate husband should do.

Including calling back the call from his wife that he didn't receive, even if it took ten minutes.

Including the anxious look, but when he saw her, he instantly changed back to a gentle face.

She raised her chin: "It's gone." ”

The tall man walked over and bent down to pick up the phone with the broken screen, squatted down and put the scattered things in his bag with smooth movements, stood up, and patted the dust on the fluff.

Only then did Yasuki see that his cuffs were stained with blood, but the smooth skin wrapped around the smooth muscles, there was no gap, it was not his blood.

She didn't know how many times she felt regretful, but she didn't know what she regretted.

Wen Fangye put the bag on the chair next to him, his eyes swept over the gauze she hid in the cuffs of her coat, frowned, and lifted the cuffs: "What's the matter?" ”

She was ready to say goodbye, and she was going to complain on the phone, how to cry and sound pitiful and wronged, how to say that she could get gentle seduction.