Chapter 22: You beg me

Fu Haochen pondered for a moment, and finally stretched out his long arms, hugging He Xia Nuan symbolically, to comfort her, "Xia Nuan, be good, here, you have to listen to the doctor, take medicine, and rest."
"Take medicine..." He Xia Nuan leaned her head on his shoulder, and she was taken aback for a moment, her eyes were filled with confusion, "Brother Haochen, I am not sick, why should I take medicine...Brother Haochen, touch him My stomach, Xiaoli has been broken recently, and she often kicks me inside!"
Little pear...
Fu Haochen's heart tightened, and she hadn't moved yet. The woman's small hand had already taken his hand and covered her flat abdomen. A pair of bright eyes asked him, "Brother Haochen, touch him, does he have any? Kicking you? Xiaoli can be adjusted..."
Obviously there was nothing there, but the hand was there, and the hot temperature seemed to burn the palm of his hand. Fu Haochen was shocked and immediately removed his hand, pushed He Xia Nuan away, and got up from his seat.
"Xia Nuan, I still have some work to deal with, and I will accompany you next time." He said in a deep voice, stepped away from his long legs, and walked outside the door.
"Brother Haochen...Brother Haochen, don't go..." He Xia Nuan's originally calm little face suddenly became savage, and she seemed to be frantically clutching the long hair above her head, "Brother Haochen doesn't want me, don't want us The child..."
Fu Haochen squeezed the palm of his hand, but in the end he was cruel, and walked away without looking back.
The doctors and nurses waiting outside the ward saw Fu Haochen come out, and hurriedly squeezed into the ward, regained control of He Xia Nuan, and once again tied her hand to the bedside with a cloth strip.
"Don't touch me...Go away..." He Xia Nuan lowered her head and screamed in pain. The long eyelashes came down, just to cover up the deep hatred hidden in her eyes.
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Driving back to Fu's house seemed to have exhausted Fu Haochen's last bit of strength.
After getting out of the car, he directly threw the car key to the doorman, raised his long legs, and strode into Fu's house.
There was a lot of anger and resentment in my heart, and I wanted to find someone to vent. To be precise, I wanted to find the culprit Luo Enxi who caused He Xia Nuan's miscarriage and mental disorder to vent.
As soon as he entered the door, he was about to call Luo Enxi's name towards the room.
Looking at the tiny figure nestled on the sofa, the words in the man's throat seemed to be stuck.
Luo Enxi curled up on the sofa. She kicked the velvet blanket that was originally on her body to the side at some unknown time. She hugged her hands on her chest, her brows were frowning, and her shoulders twitched like shaking.
Fu Haochen walked over with long legs, almost instinctively picked up the blanket, and carefully placed it on Luo Enxi's shoulder.
"Master, you are back, young grandma..." At this moment, Aunt He came out of the kitchen, she was startled at first when she saw Fu Haochen, and then quickly said.
"The voice is quieter." Fu Haochen stared at Aunt He, lowered his voice and warned.
Aunt He nodded quickly, turned around and went to the kitchen to get busy, leaving space for the young couple.
"It's so uncomfortable..." The little woman on the sofa, under her closed eyelids, her eyes moved hurriedly and suddenly whispered in her mouth.
Fu Haochen twisted his eyebrows, leaned down, and carefully helped her to pull the blanket, only when his hand touched her wrist inadvertently, he realized that the temperature on her body was astonishingly hot.
Raising his hand, and touching her forehead, Fu Haochen was startled. This dead woman had a high fever...
"Aunt He, go and call the family doctor!" The man finished the order, and he picked up the woman's slender legs, hugged her sideways, raised her long feet, and strode upstairs.
After entering the bedroom and putting the woman on the big bed, he discovered that both of her knees were broken and injured, oozing red blood.
Somehow, he suddenly felt distressed.
However, the next moment, he immediately rejected the idea.
Luo Enxi is a cruel and scheming woman, she doesn't deserve his sympathy at all.
At this time, the family doctor had arrived, carrying the medicine box, and nodding respectfully to Fu Haochen, "Mr. Fu."
Fu Haochen responded, and then walked up to the low sofa by the bay window and sat down with a pair of black eyes, but stared at the big bed opposite for a moment, the one with closed eyes and white face. woman.
After checking Luo Enxi, the family doctor took a few boxes of medicine from the medicine box, looked back at Fu Haochen, and reported, "Mrs. Fu has a low fever. I have given her a fever-reducing injection. The problem is not serious. Take some medicine. , It's fine."
Fu Haochen put one hand on the sofa and rubbed his chin with one hand. He unexpectedly didn't hate the other party calling Luo Enxi Mrs. Fu, but was rather satisfied.
"En." The man straightened his throat, but only returned a single syllable.
The family doctor put away the medicine box and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Fu Haochen seemed to have thought of something, and he said nervously, "That..." He paused, and continued, "The woman has broken skin on her knee. Leave her a box of anti-inflammatory ointment."
"Okay, Mr. Fu." The family doctor nodded.
Fu Haochen gave a light cough, and he didn't even notice it. At that moment, a rare tension and care flashed across his face.
When the family doctor left the medicine and left, the huge bedroom became quiet again, leaving only the president and his wife.
Time calmed down, and the woman on the bed did not wake up. Fu Haochen took a magazine from the side and flipped through it leisurely.
"The water...thirsty, so thirsty..." At this time, Luo Enxi on the big bed turned over, groaning softly in his mouth.
Fu Haochen frowned, looked around, and slowly got up from the sofa. If Aunt He wasn't downstairs, he wouldn't help the dead woman pour water.
After pouring water on the head of the bed, Fu Haochen handed the water glass into Luo Enxi's hand angrily. "drink!"
Luo Enxi lifted up half of her body in a daze, took a cup of water, and took a sip from her lips. Her whole body was much better, her eyes were not fully opened, and she subconsciously said thank you, "Thank you Aunt He... "
Fu Haochen's face changed when he heard the words. "Luo Enxi, open your eyes and see clearly, who am I?"
Hearing Fu Haochen's voice, Luo Enxi opened her eyes in fright, almost spilling the water glass in her hand, "Fu, Fu Haochen..."
The next moment, she clutched her chest and coughed vigorously.
Unexpectedly, when she woke up, she saw Fu Haochen, and the other party gave her a water glass.
Fu Haochen snorted coldly, took the glass of water from the woman's hand and put it on the bedside table next to him, "Are you so afraid of me? Think I'll eat you?"
This ignorant woman, he kindly offered her water to drink, but she regarded him as a scourge!
In her eyes, is he so terrible?
Luo Enxi squeezed her palms, her shoulders trembled, and she leaned against the head of the bed without speaking.
Yes, he was right, even though she pretends to be invincible every day, but from the bottom of my heart, she is still afraid of him, afraid of this man
Seeing her shrinking look, Fu Haochen's heart became even more annoyed for no reason. He pinched Luo Enxi's chin and forced her to look up at him, "Luo Enxi, you speak!"
The chin was wrapped in that cold hand, and Luo Enxi frowned. When he was lifted, the wound on her knee was sore. She couldn't help hissing softly, and then became annoyed, "Fu Haochen, When will you torture me..."
What she said was distraught, and there was no light in her eyes, and it fell in Fu Haochen's eyes, causing his heart to twitch.
"When? Huh! In this life, you must endure my torture. It is you who owe Xia Nuan and Xiaoli, you murderer!" He gritted his teeth, and the next moment, his fingers lost her chin. , Strode out.
Luo Enxi leaned back on the head of the bed, her chest violently rising and falling... Killer, murderer, in his heart, she was such a person...
At this time, the wound on the knee felt a tingling of pain, causing Luo Enxi to withdraw his thoughts.
It just so happened that there was a salve on the bedside table, which should have been left by the family doctor.
After taking the ointment, Luo Enxi leaned forward strenuously, holding a cotton swab, and applying a little white ointment to the open wound.
"Hiss--" The cool ointment was applied on it, bringing a slight pain.
Luo Enxi's eyebrows were frowning, her fever was not gone, her head was still dizzy, her eyelids seemed to be closed in the next moment, but she stretched out her hands and rubbed her knees laboriously, but her eyesight was dizzy, so how could the ointment No idea.
Outside, Fu Haochen did not leave.
He turned his head and looked at the little woman who was sitting beside the bed.
Inexplicably, seeing her bending over, hooking her head, holding a cotton swab to apply medicine, made his heart soft.
With a creak, the door reopened.
Luo Enxi was stunned. When he looked up, he saw Fu Haochen at the door who had gone and returned, "You... why did you come back?"
"Huh, this is my house. I will come back if I want to come back or leave as long as I want. Can you control it?" Fu Haochen said in a cold tone, walking towards the bedside a few steps.
Luo Enxi's eyes darkened, nodded, stopped talking, lowered her head, and smeared the other knee with a cotton swab.
Seeing that woman ignored him, Fu Haochen felt very upset again, and snorted, "If you beg me, I can reluctantly consider giving you medicine."
However, Luo Enxi didn't even raise his head this time, and only replied in a low voice, "No, I can."
Fu Haochen frowned, this dead woman, he put down his figure to help her, and she gave him a face!
The man strode over and forcefully took the cotton swab from the woman's hand.
With an empty hand, Luo Enxi raised her head and looked at Fu Haochen inexplicably, "Fu Haochen, what are you going to do?"
"Since you don't want me to give you medicine, then I will come to you!" Fu Haochen's face was black, and he threw the cotton swab directly on the ground.