Fu simu looks at Song yu'er's begging eyes and turns her head to avoid her sight.

The drooping hand clenched tightly.

Song yu'er gently frowned and painfully released her hand holding Fu Si mu.

Fu simu raises his feet and plans to leave here.

But as soon as he got to the door, he heard song yu'er whisper: "if I didn't take medicine, you would give me medicine, and you would stay to take care of me."

Fu simu frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, turned his head, and saw song yu'er lift his clothes, tear open the gauze, and wipe the medicine on the wound bit by bit with a tissue beside him.

Fu simu quickly walked up to her and grabbed her hand. He was shocked and said, "song yu'er, what do you want to do?"

Song yu'er shakes him off, holds his hand, and opens the faucet of the sink without scruple. As soon as she is ready to wet the tissue, Fu Si Mu grabs it and throws it away.

She turns her head and stares at Fu simu: "simu, don't you want to leave me alone? Why care if I take medicine or if the wound is inflamed? You don't want to accompany me. Why care about these? "

Fu simu looked at her cold eyes, he sighed, but compromise: "OK, you don't do it again, I'll help you with the medicine."

Song yu'er's eyes show her success. She takes Fu Si Mu's hand and walks to the bedroom.

Fu simu followed her indifferently and sat beside her bed.

Song yu'er stares at his face. His heart, which pretends to be indifferent, softens in a moment.

He took the medicine box, helped her fill the medicine, listened to her deep breathing voice, his brow slightly wrinkled.

Looking up at her and gently facing her, she said: "yu'er, don't get hurt any more. I can't be around you every time. If you have a serious wound infection, I'll feel sad."

Song yu'er laughed: "do you think I want to get hurt?"

Don't want the atmosphere too dignified, she soft way: "if you are not by my side, then I would rather this wound become serious, would rather die."

"Song yu'er!" Fu Si Mu called her, chest ups and downs, "don't talk nonsense."

Song yu'er blinked and held out her hand to him: "then you stay."

Fu Si's face was expressionless: "song yu'er, are we so interesting?"

Song yu'er's smile froze: "I don't understand you."

Fu Si Mu looked at her: "you are going to marry Zhong long, aren't you?"

His sharp eyes frightened her. Song yu'er opened her face, and her voice became cold: "so what? Anyway, you won't marry me."

Fu simu suddenly choked.

Song yu'er laughed coldly: "Fu Si mu, do you know? I once imagined that we would have a perfect marriage and have a lovely child You left first, you abandoned me first. "

Fu simu's eyes became red gradually, and his voice was hoarse: "I..."

"No more." Song Yu interrupted him, and then threw herself into his arms with a smile. "The past is over. Let's not think about it any more, OK?"

"Song yu'er."

"If you think I'm cheap, you can leave now."

Fu simu did not move, breathing slightly heavy, a moment later, he gently pushed her away: "your wound bleeding, don't mess."

He lowered his head, took out the medicine from the medicine box and began to bandage her.

I have asked the doctor to wrap it up because I want him to do it by himself

Fu simu's quiet eyes were slightly astringent, and he continued to dress her again in silence.

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