"Very sober, consciousness is fine, there is a knee abrasion, not serious," the doctor said again, "Mr. Wen, your hand must be dealt with immediately, and the finger bones are about to be exposed." ”

Wen Zhiyan lowered his eyes to look at his hands.

The back of his right hand was already unrecognizable, and the red and blood-white bones were shocking.

Strangely, even though I saw the tragedy with my own eyes, I still didn't feel any pain.

-

From Fang's villa to the hospital, and then to being settled in a separate ward, Fang Ci was very awake throughout the whole process.

After a while, the results of the brain CT came out, and the doctor didn't see anything wrong.

But for the sake of insurance, she was hospitalized for two days for observation.

She lay on her own for a while, and the door to the hospital room was pushed open.

Wen Zhiyan came in.

He walked straight over, knelt on one knee on the hospital bed, leaned over and hugged her, and asked, "Does it hurt anywhere?" ”

Fang Ci wanted to laugh a little, he seemed to have become a repeater.

“…… It doesn't hurt, I'm really fine. ”

He didn't say anything more, just hugged her quietly.

The head was buried in the side of her neck.

Fang Ci could feel his breathing.

After a long while, Wen Zhiyan opened his mouth, and his voice was a little strange, "...... That home, don't go back again. ”

Fang Ci hummed.

He added, "From now on, I will take over the affairs of your family." ”

Fang Ci was silent.

"It's non-negotiable."

He said.

He was fully prepared to deal with Wen Penghou and Wen Zhou's gang.

Unexpectedly, it was her own family who brought her the greatest danger.

“…… What do you want to eat? ”

After he said this, Fang Ci suddenly felt hungry.

I haven't eaten yet.

Growing up in a southern family, she has a southern stomach and eats lightly.

Wen Zhiyan sent someone to buy vegetables and send them over.

Seeing him calling, Fang Ci faintly felt strange, and reacted for a while before realizing that he was using his left hand.

From the moment I entered the room, my right hand was stuck in my trouser pocket and not withdrawn.

When the phone hung up, Wen Zhiyan came over and touched her head and said, "Be good, I'll send it in a while." ”

Fang Ci pointed, "Show me your right hand." ”

Wen Zhiyan paused slightly, and pulled out his right hand, "It's okay, it's bruised." ”

Fang Ci stared at him, "...... Need a cast for abrasions? ”

Wen Zhiyan sneered lightly at this time, as if he had finally recovered his usual appearance, dragging his throat and speaking in a Beijing accent, "...... I think you're really fine, and you still have the spirit to teach me. ”

He deliberately changed the subject, "Help me undress." ”

The temperature in the ward is higher than outside, and it does get hot in an overcoat.

Fang Ci helped him pull his sleeves, watched him take off his coat, blazer, and waistcoat one by one, then untied his tie with one hand and tore it off and threw it into the couch at the other end of the ward.

Dressed in white and black pants, tall and long-legged, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, he walked back from the side of the sofa.

During this process, Fang Ci kept looking at him without blinking.

Wen Zhiyan stood beside the bed and stretched out his arm, "Help me roll up my sleeves." ”

The upper part of the hospital bed was propped up in an arc, and Fang Ci was half-lying on it, raising his hand to untie his cufflinks, and pulling them up one by one.

The beautiful forearms are revealed little by little, and the sense of power is pleasing to the eye.

Fang Ci was surprised that at this time, he could still have an improper mind.

She raised her eyes and met the gaze of the feast.

His eyes are indescribable, distressed, pampered, possessive, and a touch of chilling coldness.

In the senior independent ward, the whole space exudes a faint fragrance of lilies, and the lighting is a low degree of warm color, which makes people feel calm and reassured.

I couldn't hear anything else for a while.

Wen Zhiyan raised her chin and pressed down to kiss her.

-

That night, the rest of the Fang family was ordered to wait for news in the villa.

Left and right, didn't wait for Fang Ci's situation, just waited for Guan Rui.

He was followed by a lawyer, who was polite and polite, "From now on, all matters will be handled by Wen Dong himself, and anyone who has any questions will come to me to discuss." ”

-

Fang Ci lay in the hospital for two days.

During this period, Li Youxian, Chen Qiaoyue, Tao Yinjun, and H· Several colleagues from Company S have come to visit.

Wu Yishan sat on the edge of the hospital bed, peeling fruits, and at the same time peeking her eyes at Wen Zhiyan, who was working on the sofa.

The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his legs folded idly, a computer resting on his lap, one hand resting on it to type on the keyboard, and the other hand wrapped in a bandage, resting on the back of the sofa.

The eyelashes are also low, and there is no expression.

That kind of lofty and inaccessible extravagance seems to be a tangible thing, and people are afraid to even peek at it.

She lowered her voice, "So, Wen Dong is your boyfriend?" ”

Fang Ci smiled lightly and hummed.

"So, did you know each other before? Still is? ”

Fang Ci was thinking about how to answer, and when he inadvertently raised his eyes, he happened to bump into Wen Zhiyan's eyes.

He lifted his eyelids and looked over.

Even from a distance, you could feel that it was a gaze that was about to be nailed to hers.

Stunned as she stared at him, she unexpectedly remembered when she rolled down the stairs and ended up crashing into his arms.

He must have pounced on him, instinctively, and so he didn't care about himself at all, resulting in the fact that he had more bruises on his body than she did.

Knees, thighs, and even shoulders.

After Wu Yishan left, Fang Ci got out of bed and went to the sofa.

Wen Zhiyan put the computer aside and pulled her to sit down on his lap.

Without saying a word, she unbuttoned his shirt and looked at the wound on his shoulder.

Wen Zhiyan leaned back, smiled lazily, and let her look.

The Adam's apple is convex and the lines are sexy.

She remembered the ink serpentine tattoo on it again, and remembered that he said: You are also here with Lao Tzu, let you play prestige in front of others, why can't you learn it?

At this moment, she realized what kind of extreme preference it was for the calf to make him say these words.

One thing after another, she suddenly discovered that his love for her had been deep in her bones long before she knew it.

Her eyes were hot, her heart was almost burning, and there was only one thought: she wanted to mingle with him.

Fang Ci leaned over and pressed it, stroked his Adam's apple with his fingertips, and whispered, "Wen Zhiyan, I want you." ”

Wen Zhiyan lazily propped his head to look at her, and looked her up and down for a long time.

She was wearing a hospital gown, and the whole person was curled up in his arms, with a clear face and a little fragile eyes.

He looked at her for a moment before he whispered, "...... Where? ”

Chapter 49

Hearing the banquet of this person, the style has always been wild.

I have known each other for so many years, and Fang Ci has never seen him restrained.

Every time, she was exhausted.

But now, she took the initiative, and he took the time to laugh lazily, insisting that she tell her what she wanted.

Fang Ci glared at him, "Don't you know why you asked?"

Wen Zhiyan sneered, dragged his throat and said, "I really don't know." ”

Fang Ci wanted to say, forget it if you don't know. But when the words came to her lips, she changed her mind, raised her hand to cover his eyes, and slid her other hand down the row of shirt buttons.

Slipped to the bottom and whispered, "...... Here. ”

It was very close, and she clearly felt that Wen Zhiyan's breathing was a little heavier, and her eyelashes fluttered lightly, brushing in her palm.

After staring at his thin lips for a few seconds, she kissed them.

Wen Zhiyan didn't cooperate, just let her suck on his lip, breathing heavier, and crashing against each other's cheeks.

Without cooperation, the kiss could not last, Fang Ci stepped back slightly, and the other hand went up and pinched his waist.

It made him laugh.