As Wen Jingchu spoke, a warm breath brushed her skin.

It's itchy, but she doesn't care about it at the moment.

She was scared herself.

The 18-bed pregnant woman was persuaded by Dr. Tan to sign the consent form.

In the afternoon, I was pushed into the operating room for a caesarean section.

After the operation, she suffered a sudden hemorrhage and was rescued for a long time, and finally she was sent to the ICU for observation.

Her husband always thought that the fetus was a son, and the nurse went out with the daughter born by the mother, and the man blackened his face on the spot.

She and Qin Hui worked as assistants, and as soon as they came out after the rescue, the man made a fuss, accusing the hospital of forcing them to have a caesarean section that led to such consequences.

Holding the fruit knife he usually uses, he pointed at Dr. Chen and asked him to give an explanation.

In the chaos, she blocked Qin Hui.

It happened suddenly, and she didn't know where she got the courage, so she was obviously scared.

If she didn't block this knife and landed on Qin Hui, it would hurt important parts.

Rong Yan lowered his head and rested his chin on the top of the man's head.

Wen Jingchu hugged her very tightly.

She could feel the unsteady breathing of his breathing, and the tip of his heart was slightly sour, it was she who frightened Wen Jingchu.

Rong Yan raised her hand and touched the man's short black hair, and her heart also hurt, "I'm sorry, I won't next time." ”

As soon as the words came out, he retorted, "There is no next time." ”

After getting off the plane and seeing the information, he was scared, he thought a lot, and it was the first time in his life that he was so scared.

If Rong Yan made any mistakes, he thought he would be unable to stop going crazy.

He couldn't imagine what it was like.

Wen Jingchu raised his head, there was no light on in the bedroom, only the faint light on the porch.

In the darkness, he bowed his head to kiss her.

Eager, and afraid of hurting her, he restrained himself with all his might, and took out what little reason he had left and kissed gently.

In order to appease him, Rong Yan tried his best to cooperate.

She tilted her head slightly, her uninjured left hand hooking the man's neck.

Breathing entangled, the two got closer and closer.

Rong Yan felt that her tongue was about to go numb, but Wen Jingchu was still unwilling to let go of her.

accidentally pulled the wound on his right forearm, and Rong Yan gasped in pain.

Wen Jingchu immediately let go of her, reached out to turn on the light, and covered her eyes with hot palms.

Looking down to examine her wounds, he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Did you get it?" ”

Rong Yan shook his head, "I accidentally touched it myself." ”

After getting used to the harsh lights in the bedroom, Rong Yan reached out and took the man's hand.

She raised her eyes and saw Wen Jingchu's tightly frowning brow, "It's okay, it's not hurting deeply." ”

The man's thin lips were pursed, and his voice was a little colder when he spoke, "How many stitches?" ”

Rong Yan didn't dare to hide it from him, "Seven needles." ”

Wen Jingchu raised his head, looked at her calmly for a while, and slowly opened his lips, "Yanyan, compared to your safety, everything else is not important, don't you say?" ”

"Hmm." , Rong Yan nodded.

She agreed.

Personal safety is paramount.

"So, I think it's necessary for me to explain to your dean."

Wen Jingchu's tone was firm, and she was not allowed to refuse.

Rong Yan knew that Wen Jingchu was really scared this time.

She took a step back, "Don't be too blunt, you can't affect my work, just hint at him, okay?" ”

"Hmm."

Wen Jingchu saw that her face was pale, and her ruddy lips were not bloodless at the moment, so he raised his hand distressedly and rubbed his fingertips lightly.

Asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Hungry."

As soon as he finished answering, his stomach rumbled a few times, and Rong Yan raised his eyes embarrassedly to look at him, "You haven't eaten either, have you?" ”

"Nope." , Wen Jingchu stood up, bent over to help her put her slippers in place, "Aunt Xiang cooked meat porridge for you." ”

Looking at the dark night outside the window, Rong Yan felt dizzy.

When she came back from the hospital, it was close to six o'clock, and she slept for two or three hours, but her body was even more tired and lazy.

"Did the maid cook for you?"

Wen Jingchu went home suddenly, and he didn't tell her in advance.

"It's cooked." , he took Rong Yan's hand downstairs, "I called Aunt Xiang when I got off the plane." ”

Aunt Xiang said that Rong Yan was asleep, so Wen Jingchu didn't call her and went home first.

Seeing the young couple coming down from upstairs, Aunt Xiang had a good eye to let people bring dinner to the table, and then took people away to leave the space for them.

Wen Jingchu pulled out a chair for her to sit down, took a bowl and served her a bowl of porridge first.

Rong Yan was already so hungry that his stomach growled, and at this moment, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he smelled the aroma of the dishes on the table.

Under the dazzling and warm crystal lamp, the man's face was still tense, calm and calm.

Rong Yan could see that he hadn't eased up yet.

When he sat down, she moved her chair beside him, trying to get closer to him.

"You put this, I'll drink it myself."

Wen Jingchu turned a deaf ear, "How can you hold a spoon when your hand is injured?" ”

Rong Yan raised his left hand, "My hand is good." ”

He hummed, not intending to let her do it, so he dug a spoonful and blew it lightly and put it to her mouth.

After feeding the meat porridge spoonful by spoonful, Wen Jingchu filled her with a small bowl of rice, "What dishes do you want to eat?" ”

Rong Yan glanced at the dishes on the table.

In the past, Aunt Xiang would ask people to prepare a spicy dish that she loved.

Today, because of her arm injury, the table is full of light dishes.

Looking at these dishes, and then looking at these dishes after drinking a bowl of porridge, Rong Yan suddenly felt that he had no appetite, "I seem to be a little full, you eat first." ”

Wen Jingchu saw through her thoughts, "From today until your wound is completely healed, you won't cook heavy meals at home." ”

Rong Yan glanced at him, the man's thick eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he followed his meaning and muttered, "I know." She pointed casually, "I want to eat that steamed pork rib." ”

Wen Jingchu looked away and sandwiched a few ribs for her.

After dinner, Rong Yan sat on the sofa in the living room and watched the drama for a while.

Wen Jingchu didn't call someone to clean up the tableware after the meal, and cleaned it himself.

It's also about giving yourself a little time to adjust your emotions.

He washed the dishes with his head down, and there was the sound of footsteps behind him.

Rong Yan was softly attached to the man's back.

Wen Jingchu was wearing a black shirt, the hem was sinking into the pants, her back was straight and strong, she held his waist with her left hand and pressed her cheek to it.

I clearly felt him stiffen slightly.

She rubbed it and said softly, "Husband, don't worry, okay?" ”

She also knew Wen Jingchu, who was silently digesting bad emotions.

But she was reluctant to let him do this.

Wen Jingchu paused, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke, "Be careful not to touch the wound." ”

Rong Yan tilted his head and turned sideways to look at his face, "Then are you still angry?" ”

"I'm not angry."

"Really?"

"Hmm." , Wen Jingchu lowered his head again to wash the dishes, "I don't want to be angry with you." ”

Rong Yanxiu's eyebrows bent, she sighed, hugged him hard, and just wanted to let go of the living room, but when she moved, she heard Wen Jingchu's low voice.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go back to the living room and watch TV."

Wen Jingchu looked back at her, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Throw it away when you run out?" ”

Rong Yan shook his head, "No." ”

"If not, just keep sticking it."