Kiss her 90,000 times

02:30am.

The rain on Rao was heavier than that of Jiangcheng, the dark clouds covered the darkness, and the thunder was shaking, mercilessly washing the bustling city.

In the dark bedroom, the phone rings again and again.

Shi Wan was dazed and completely unconscious, curled up in a ball under the blanket, unconscious.

A cold and rainy breath hit her in an instant, the quilt was lifted, and a strong arm pulled her out of the quilt.

Shi Wan was top-heavy, someone beside him was talking constantly, her ears were buzzing, but she couldn't hear it clearly, she just felt that the person's hand was cold, and it was very comfortable to touch her forehead, and she couldn't help but want to get closer.

Relying on instinct, she wanted to get closer, but was pushed away, and then her arms were raised, and the cold coat was put on her body, and it was tightly buttoned.

Shi Wan was like a bound silkworm chrysalis, she couldn't move at all, she felt uncomfortable when she was wrapped too tightly, and she was subconsciously unable to break free.

Warm and cool palms fell on the back of her hands, and she vaguely heard someone comforting her softly against her ear: "Don't move, it will be fine soon."

She couldn't hear clearly, and her mind was in a mess, as if all her thoughts had been glued and condensed, and she couldn't produce a single thought.

His whole body was limp and hugged horizontally, only felt that the person's steps were steady and hurried, and he smelled a slightly familiar breath.

As soon as she was hugged out of the warm blanket, Shi Wan crawled into Fu Conglin's arms in a panic. He hugged her a little tighter, and put his chin on top of her head, feeling that she in his arms was about to be ripe. .

Fu Conglin's brows were cold, and his thin lips were almost pursed into a straight line.

Meng Zhang waited anxiously outside, and when he saw someone coming out, he raised his umbrella and hurried over.

The lights on the side of the road were drenched by the rain, and it was so dim that it was almost impossible to see the road under our feet.

The shiny and expensive leather shoes stepped on the wet ground, striding forward, splashing water like a storm along the road, and the high-end custom-made suit pants were stained with fishy sewage, and the owner never cared.

Get in the car.

Before Meng Zhang could sit still, he heard the man behind him order in a deep voice: "Turn on the air conditioner."

Meng Zhang hurriedly followed suit, turning on the hot air while fastening his seat belt.

After a while, the whole car warmed up.

Shi Wan who had been shivering in Fu Conglin's arms finally got better.

But her eyes were still closed, no matter how Fu Conglin called her name, she was indifferent, immersed in her own consciousness and fell into a coma.

On the way to be carried into the hospital, Shi Wan regained consciousness for a few seconds.

The lights in the hospital were bright, and she raised her eyes in a daze, and saw the man's sexy Adam's apple and sharp-edged jaw.

You especially feel familiar, as if you have seen it somewhere.

She tried hard to open her eyes wider and see more clearly, but she couldn't do it no matter what, her eyelids gradually became heavy, unable to resist the overwhelming fatigue, Shi Wan closed her eyes again.

Five in the morning.

The rain that had been raining for almost the whole night finally stopped. The sky outside the window was still dark and the whole city became peaceful and quiet. The dust is flying in the air, fluttering and dancing with the wind.

Shi Wan slowly opened her eyes, facing the white ceiling, she thought she was dreaming.

She was breathing heavily, her throat was itchy and astringent, even her lips were glued together due to dryness, her whole face was as pale as paper, and her spirit was listless.

He moved his fingertips lightly, and was grabbed by someone in the next second.

Shi Wan gradually shifted her gaze, looked up impartially, faced the light, and saw a familiar face.

The man rested with his eyes closed, his eyes turned blue, and his fatigue could be seen from the slightly messy hair.

Shi Wan stared blankly for two seconds.

The man seemed to be aware of her gaze, and opened his eyes vigilantly. His eyes were dry and dry. He calmed down for a few seconds, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and then looked around.

He happened to meet Shi Wan's dull eyes.

Shi Wan clearly saw the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, the eyelids were wrinkled, and the eyes were as cold and indifferent as ever.

It flickered for half a second the second she saw her, and then the man landed on the back of her hand, rubbing his fingertips unconsciously, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're awake."

Shi Wan blinked, her voice was also hoarse: "What's wrong with me?"

"Fever."

"Why are you here?"

Fu Conglin leaned close to her, warm breath brushed her cheeks, and put his hand on her forehead, which was not as hot as before, "I sent you here."

Shi Wan still wanted to say something, but moved her lips, the itching in her throat could not be suppressed, and she coughed unexpectedly, her chest heaved and heaved.

Fu Conglin's other hand touched the back of her neck, stroking it back and forth, and then came to her, gently soothing her shortness of breath.

Shi Wan coughed so hard that she burst into tears, and after a while, her clear eyes became watery.

Her face was still flushed, and her cough made her short of breath, like a ball of fire.

Fu Conglin got up and poured her a glass of warm water, and when she stopped, brought it to her mouth, and fed her some to drink.

Shi Wan was like a desperate backpacker lost in the desert, she jumped on it like a mirage and drank all the water.

Fu Conglin rubbed the water stains on her lips with his fingertips, "Do you still drink?"

After drinking the water, Shi Wan felt much better and shook her head, "I won't drink anymore."

Fu Conglin folded his body and poured himself a glass of water, and drank the glass she drank in one gulp.

Shi Wan carefully looked at Fu Conglin.

The illness came like a mountain, and the woman returned to her usual obedience. Looking at his indifferent face, she was still a little scared, and she was inexplicably timid and afraid.

She didn't remember how she came to the hospital, and she didn't have any memories, but before going to bed, she felt uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

When I saw him for the first time after waking up, I was frightened, but more of it was the incomparable sense of satisfaction in my chest, even peace of mind.

"When did you come here?"

She sniffed, and it was a little congested, so that her voice was nasal when she spoke.

Fu Conglin sat down again, this time he didn't hold her hand, and sat on the chair indifferently, with his hands supporting the edge of the hospital bed, his forehead against the back of his hands, and his fingertips rubbing his temples uninterruptedly.

"Morning."

I called her several times along the way, but no one answered. When I arrived at her door, I rang the doorbell, but nothing happened.

Shi Wan has been here a few times, and he knows the password of her house, and he is glad that he knows so that he can bring her to the hospital, so that the burn will not be worse.

He looked very tired, Shi Wan bit her lip, "Do you want to take a break? What time is it..."

She didn't even see her phone.

"Hmm." He responded lowly.

He still maintained that posture without raising his head.

Shi Wan didn't speak anymore.

After a while, Fu Conglin stood up, went to the bathroom and washed his face.

The man walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt and got into bed.

Shi Wan froze for a moment, wanted to say something, then closed her mouth again, lowering her eyelids.

Fu Conglin's back was facing her, the hospital bed was not very big, he only covered a small part of the quilt, Shi Wan turned to look at him, and stretched out with her free hand, trying to cover him with the extra quilt .

"No need." The man refused in a deep voice.

Immediately, he turned over, rolled his eyelids, wrapped the quilt around Shi Wan's body again, and immediately raised his arms around her waist, pulling her into his arms.

The head fell heavily on Shi Wan's neck.

After a few seconds, Shi Wan heard him say in a very tired and hoarse voice: "Shi Wan, can you behave yourself."

Suddenly, Shi Wan's nose soured.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

It may be because of illness that the psychological defense becomes particularly weak.

Feel wronged and sad.

The man's warm breath sprayed on her skin, it was hot, and her chin was pressed against her thin shoulder, and a low and deep movement came out from her throat: "Don't make me worry."

On the way to Rao, when he couldn't get through to Shi Wan's phone, he frantically conceived countless scenes in his mind, good or bad.

She even comforted herself that maybe she just fell asleep, or she simply didn't want to answer his calls, thinking that he was bored and wanted to avoid him.

When he walked into the bedroom and saw Shi Wan buried on the bed almost wrapped up in a ball, he felt a little more relaxed.

He walked in the next second, called her name and pulled her out of the bed. As soon as his hand touched her, it was like being scalded by a tongue of fire.

Her entire body was scorching hot, her face was unusually flushed, her breathing was thick and heavy, and she was unconscious.

to the hospital.

High fever 39.

At that moment, Fu Conglin only felt tired.

Shi Wan leaned against Fu Conglin's chest, felt the weight of his head, and closed her eyes tightly after hearing his words.

She was only awake for a short time, her head was still hurting, she was groggy, her whole body was uncomfortable, and she felt depressed.

Did not hear her answer.

Fu Conglin breathed heavily, and soon felt her trembling in his arms, very depressive.

Gradually, she seemed to be unable to hold back anymore, trembling more and more, she was out of breath, and sobs burst out of her throat.

Fu Conglin raised his head from her neck, rested on top of her pillow, closed his eyes and raised his hand to touch her face.

Sure enough, I met warm tears.

He lowered his head and pressed it against her hair, "Why are you crying, huh?"

It's okay if he doesn't speak, but when he speaks, Wan's crying becomes even louder.

The pillow where she slept was wet with tears.

Feeling ashamed, Shi Wan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, touched Fu Conglin's hand, trembled, retracted her fingers, and covered her mouth again.

She didn't speak, her crying sound was a little softer, and she suppressed it, but her body was still shaking, too much.

Fu Conglin's jawline tightened a bit, and he held her tightly with one hand, as if trying to cut off her waist.

But she was thin and thin, how could he bear it.

Listening to her cry, it was as if thousands of needles pierced his heart densely and sharply.

Almost out of breath, her chest heaving and heaving, the hands covering Shi Wan's eyes gently brushed her cheeks one by one, "Don't cry, Shi Wan, don't cry."

Unprecedented tenderness.

He turned her around helplessly, put his lips against her, kissed her warm and salty tears from the corners of her temples to the center of her brows, and finally took her hand away, pecking and kissing, "Do you really want her?" You will be satisfied with what I do, and you will be able to let go of the thorns in your body."

Shi Wan shook her head helplessly, her eyes were confused, her eyes were dim with tears, and she choked up, "I'm not... no... I have a headache, I just hurt..."

I don't even know what I'm talking about, I just deny it.

Fu Conglin didn't force her, he patted her on the back lightly, leaned his head over and kissed her forehead reassuringly, "Sleep, it won't hurt when you sleep."

Later Fu Conglin hugged Shi Wan and stopped talking, he needed to rest.

Shi Wan cried silently, trembling from time to time, her breathing gradually calmed down, and fell asleep peacefully in Fu Conglin's arms.

Fu Conglin hugged her tighter before closing his eyes again.

A nurse came from behind to make rounds, but Shi Wan didn't wake up.

During this sleep, Wan fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up, her eyes were dry and astringent from crying, and her face was still a little stiff.

Fu Conglin was no longer in the ward.

The curtains were half drawn, and it was a gray sky outside, and it was still raining.

She turned her head and stared out the window, absent-minded and not knowing what she was thinking.

She didn't even notice that Fu Conglin came in.

"woke up."

It wasn't until the man spoke that she slowly came back to her senses.

Rolling his eyes, he replied in a low voice, "Yes."

"Get up and eat something."

Shi Wan looked over and saw the heat preservation box in his hand.

Fu Conglin raised his eyes and glanced at her flatly, "I bought porridge, it's past ten o'clock,"

After finishing speaking, she put down her things, walked to the hospital bed, helped her up, and put the pillow against her back.

Shi Wan lowered her head, "I want to wash up first."

Shi Wan had been ill for a while and hadn't eaten for a long time. She didn't have much strength and was still very weak.

Fu Conglin carried her to the bathroom.

After washing, he carried her back to the ward and put her away.

When I was sick, my appetite did become very poor. The millet porridge should be a little sweet, but Shi Wan was tasteless.

After a few sips, I don't want to drink anymore.

"Don't like it?" Fu Conglin saw that she put down the spoon, and the porridge was basically untouched.

Shi Wan shook her head, "I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."

Fu Conglin frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to take the porridge, stirred it twice with the spoon, and fed it to her mouth, "Eat some more."

Shi Wan didn't open her mouth.

Fu Conglin just looked at her like this, and after a few seconds he said softly, "Be obedient."

Shi Wan pursed her lips, and finally bit the spoon.

Fu Conglin feeds a spoon, and she takes a bite.

Afterwards, Shiwan really couldn't eat it, and even felt a little nauseated, so Fu Conglin gave up.

Shi Wan sat on the hospital bed and read the newspaper boredly, and lay down to rest when she was tired.

Fu Conglin's cell phone rang after a while.

As if busy with work.

The man stood by the window, tall and straight, with a straight back. He changed into clean clothes, wore a suit and leather shoes, and turned his back to Shiwan. He turned his face occasionally, frowned slightly, and his expression was not angry but majestic.

When speaking, the tone is indifferent and cold, and the extremely oppressive momentum of a few words can make the other party speechless.

Once Shi Wan looked over and met his eyes, Shi Wan dodged to avoid seeing him, and buried her chin in the quilt with guilt, "If you are busy, go first, I don't have anything important here."

Fu Conglin took a deep look at her and said nothing.

He picked up his phone, turned around and left the ward.

"mom."
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Duan Suhua didn't sleep well all night, and early the next morning, he told Mr. Fu and Fu Guangming about Fu Conglin and Shi Wan's entanglement again at the dinner table.

The old man only raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said nothing.

Fu Guangming looked at his father, then at his wife who was anxious and hated iron, took a sip of coffee, and said in a low voice, "That's fine."

Duan Suhua almost didn't explode.

Since the old man was still there, he held his breath and muttered: "What's the matter! What's the matter!"

Fu Guangming kept silent, gave her a look, and asked her to have breakfast.

But before the old man left, he stared shrewdly at Fu Guangming with a pair of cloudy eyes, and said meaningfully: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

Fu Guangming bowed his head, "Dad, you are right."

Duan Suhua next to him didn't know what kind of obsession the father and son were playing, and just listened to their words, full of anger.

Still can't find it.