Chapter 2187

"Mr. Su..."

"Mrs……"

"Mommy..."

Countless voices rang in my ears.

As if separated by a layer of windows, voices and voices lingered in my ears.

But Su Nan fell into a coma because of the great grief.

She wanted to be strong and face everything.

But she dared not.

She was afraid that it was true, that something had happened to Shang Qian.

Then her life will lose its color forever.

I don't know how long it took.

The voice finally quieted down.

She seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Going to climb a mountain is like a dream, exciting and thrilling.

Not so many dead and screaming, not shaking the ground and the thick fog that can't be seen.

...

in the dark.

There are doctors coming in and out.

The man stood in front of the window with a straight posture, looking at the thick night outside, looking back at the woman who couldn't sleep well here, suddenly frowned slightly, a little worried.

He walked over and sat down, looking at Su Nan's face patiently and meticulously, inch by inch, they were all familiar.

Both greedy and unwilling, but forbearance.

Who says love is letting go?

Who said time is the cure for everything?

It's not good for him to be separated for so long, even if he tries his best to use his work to numb himself, even if he tells himself that there are dangers around him, it will be dangerous for Su Nan to come back to him, and he shouldn't be so selfish.

But whenever he was free, he couldn't help but think about it.

Her mind is all about her.

It was not easy, he persuaded himself, forget it, she is happy, even if he looks at her from a distance all his life, he should be more magnanimous.

This was all he could give her, and what she wanted most.

He should respect her.

He could only look at her secretly when she was in a coma.

Don't dare to be fair.

Someone outside pushed the door in and spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside.

"Sir, Miss is awake."

"understood."

The man stood up in a hoarse voice, walked out lightly, and walked out.

Su Nan lay there, frowning tightly.

Although I couldn't hear it clearly, could it be Shang Qian who was talking just now?

He's not dead, he really isn't dead!

Joy suddenly flooded into my heart.

Su Nan was in a coma, struggling hard, trying to wake up from his dream.

Fu Yechuan quietly went to the next room.

Looking at the little girl sitting on the pink princess bed, she was soft and waxy, and her beauty was carved out of the same mold as Su Nan.

When you look at it, you feel that the world is as beautiful as bubbles.

She blinked her big eyes and watched the uncle who suddenly appeared, pursing her lips:

"Who are you?"

Fu Yechuan's facial features softened, and he gently knelt in front of the bed, looking at her with a smile:

"What we've seen, let's talk about children, when you were young, in the club, you bumped into me, do you remember?"

Talking about the child frowning, recalling his short life with difficulty, and finally shaking his head:

"Can not remember."

Fu Yechuan smiled, he really liked it more and more.

Talking about the children's frowns and smiles makes people feel weird, and no one doesn't like such little girls.

He spoke softly:

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't remember. You were too young at the time, so you will remember it later. I'm a good friend of your mommy."

Talk about the child seriously questioning him:

"But my mommy never mentioned you, and neither did my daddy. If you were her good friend, why would you never come to our house to play?"

Fu Yechuan's face stiffened and he smiled:

"Because my uncle was very busy before and was abroad."

Say that the child is obviously not interested in his business.

She looked around at the unfamiliar environment, and then said grandma's voice:

"Where's Daddy and Mommy? And what about Xiaoyuer?"

Fu Yechuan pursed his lips, looked at her seriously and said:

"Your good friend was taken away by two assistants, and he's okay.

Your mom passed out and had to recuperate here. I thought you should be with your mom, so I brought you here, what do you think? "

Said that the child really couldn't understand his twists and turns, and pursed his lips, feeling a little anxious:

"I'm going to see my mommy."

As she spoke, she wanted to slip off the bed.

The result was blocked by Fu Yechuan:

"She hasn't woken up yet, so she can't be disturbed. If you need anything, you can ask the servant."

"I want Daddy!"

Talk about the child simply speak up.

Fu Yechuan's face tightened, and his eyes flashed with unidentified emotions:

"Your daddy won't come back, he's already dead."

Saying that the child blinked, she still didn't understand what it meant to be dead.

She rolled her eyes and wanted to find Mommy in her heart.

I don't want to talk to this weird uncle anymore.

She thought, pouted, and lifted the quilt up:

"I'm going to sleep..."

Fu Yechuan nodded: "Go to sleep."

He didn't expect this kid to be so good-natured, he was really sensible.

I'm afraid I'll cry secretly in bed.

What a pity.

But it's not pitiful. Shang Qian is dead, but there is still him. He is willing to be kind to their mother and daughter.

Fu Yechuan just stood up and left the room.

Talking about the little boy's butt, he slid down and fell firmly on the ground.

She ran out carefully, without shoes, so naturally there was no sound.

Seeing Fu Yechuan enter the next room, she took the lead to get in through the crack of the door.

"Mommy..."

she shouted loudly.

Fu Yechuan looked at her in shock, stretched out his hand to catch it, and his hand was empty.

Didn't get it.

Like a loach, she couldn't catch it.

But at this time, Su Nan on the bed suddenly woke up because of this sentence.

She sat up abruptly, her face pale and gasping for breath.

The lights were not turned on in the room, she followed the direction of the door, and vaguely saw only the figure of a man standing there.

She moved in her heart and wanted to go down excitedly:

"Shang Qian..."

Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.

But the next second.

light is on.

Looking at that man, he was not the person she thought at all.

Tears were swallowed back, a bit of shock and disappointment.

Fu Yechuan stood there, looking at her with complicated eyes.

He stood tall, wore black clothes and black pants, and was dignified and indifferent.

He still looks handsome and unapproachable, but at this moment, he has deliberately softened himself.

It seems to be deliberately imitating the temperament and habits of another person.

He walked over, looked at and said that the child climbed onto the bed with difficulty and threw himself into Su Nan's arms.

"Mommy..."

Su Nan held back the tears she had suppressed, and gently touched the back of the talking child, soothing her panic and anxiety.

She was extremely distressed.

The room was silent for a moment.

She raised her head again and looked at him:

"Why is Mr. Fu here? Where is this place? Where is Shang Qian?"