But at the moment of hesitation, the scales tipped to the other side.

This drama of harmony between husband and wife should not be played by him alone.

"It's okay, I accidentally scratched it."

There was a bandage gauze hanging on the back of her white jade hand, and it was impossible to see how deep the scratch was, and Wen Fangshen looked at her suspiciously, and it was impossible to peel off the gauze to see if she was lying.

But there were tear stains on Ke Anmusubai's face, mottled in the light.

Wen Fangye didn't know what happened when he asked his wife to accompany his sister for a day and met him in the hospital emergency room at night.

After all, An Mu is really a very quiet girl, she doesn't speak loudly, she never takes her head, she doesn't conflict with people, and she never bumps into it.

He followed her words and said, "Who accidentally scratched you?" ”

Seeing that he wanted to ask the end, Anmu reported a few names.

The man wrote them down one by one, no longer dwelling on the question, took her left hand, and said softly, "I'm going home." ”

"My sister went buy me porridge." She didn't understand why Wen Fangye wanted to say such a thing at such a moment, obviously there was still a woman in the hospital waiting for him to take care of the arrangement.

Who knew that Wen Fangye directly dialed the phone to find An Yao and said that An Mu he had brought it back.

The tone was not very good, and he said something not very polite, complaining that his wife and sister were injured when they took people out for a day.

As he spoke, he gestured to Anmu with his eyes, and Anmu reached over to hold the phone for him, he freed up his two hands, shook off his suit, put on Anmu, buckled the single button, and led Anmu to leave.

She didn't understand and asked, "Is she okay?" ”

It obviously looks serious, so many people are around, so much blood is shed, and the stretcher is stained red.

Wen Fangye looked at her and didn't speak.

An Mu asked more bluntly: "Don't you have to stay with you?" ”

The man hooked his lips and smiled, not very real, and disappeared in the next moment: "I'll accompany you home first." ”

He casually explained why he was here.

"An An fell from the eighth floor, broke seven or eight bones, and just came back."

An Mu was stunned on the spot.

The wind on the autumn night was already very cold, blowing the calves that were not covered under the long skirt cold, but the suit on the upper body was still warm against the man's body temperature.

She asked again, "Don't you have to stay?" ”

Down-and-out and generous, he doesn't care.

"What's the use of staying and standing outside the ICU?" He asked rhetorically.

"Gone."

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Wen Fangye asked the doctor's advice and relayed it to Aunt Wang, who was cooking at home, saying that she had recently made more pork skin and soybean soup and less soy sauce, which would leave a scar.

Aunt Wang nodded hurriedly.

There is a white fungus lotus seed soup that is often stewed at home, and Anmu is so hungry that he asks for a bowl.

Wen Fangye finished taking a bath and saw that Anmu was still eating.

She is a very delicate and beautiful person everywhere, well protected by the elders and sisters in the family, there is not a single scar on her body, the left hand holding the spoon has slender five fingers, and her skin is delicate, like nephrite.

The scar he didn't see was more and more obscure.

"Will it leave a scar?"

An Mu shook his head: "The doctor said that there is a high probability that it will not, and even if it will, it can be removed by plastic surgery." ”

Wen Fangye pinched the tips of her cold right fingers.

While she had put down the spoon, he picked her up and put her on his lap, let her lean against her chest, put her hand out of her waist, and began to feed her.

What came to my nose was the familiar and elegant smell of shower gel, the brand and type that Anmu liked.

When they first lived together, Anmu found that Wen Fangye didn't like smelly things, shower gel was fragranceless, shampoo was also fragranceless, but everything that could be found to be used on the body was colorless and odorless, and it was a very bland preference.

Yasuki thought that it would be easier for him to adapt himself, but the moment Wen Fangye had this idea, he grabbed her waist and asked her why it was so fragrant while kissing her.

Just like it is now.

The man still remembered Anmu's hand, the range of movements was not large, it seemed very gentle, and the sound of swallowing saliva in his throat was very emotional.

Anmu let him kiss him, and responded with her mouth open obediently, she had a dull sense in love affairs, very submissive, but submissive to a certain extent, and there was a kind of indifference.

It doesn't matter what Wen Fangye does.

The mobile phone rang at an inopportune time, it was Wen Fangye's mobile phone.

Anmu whimpered in his voice and rubbed a little out, trying to get the man to answer the phone.

Wen Fangye was afraid of hurting her, so he picked up the phone according to her wishes.

Yasuki was so close to him that he could hear a panicked voice on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Wen, they're fighting, come quickly-"