Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Return to the 19th floor.

Li He rushed over after receiving the call. He was out of breath and pushed open the ward door and rushed in.

The blood had solidified and flowed from the side of his face to his chin, which looked serious.

Li He stared at the wound on her face, hurriedly disinfected his hands, put on disposable gloves, and canceled the poisonous water, cursing.

"Where did you get it? Why are you so careless! If it gets infected, it won't leave a scar? What was the injury? A knife? Is there any rust?"

He was so anxious that he didn't realize anything was wrong between the two of them.

Chen Fang's face was sullen, and the gloom in his eyes made him startled.

"Do you want stitches?"

Li He shook his head and cleaned the blood on her face, revealing the original wound.

A flat scratch of two centimeters, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "No, the wound is not deep, just apply some growth factor."

Li He knew that Song Weiyu spent a huge amount of money every year to maintain this face. He didn't know how uncomfortable it was to be scratched like this.

I don't know who the blind person gave her such a slap on the face. If Fu Haitang saw this, he would be heartbroken.

Song Weiyu was held in Chen Fang's lap, leaning against the man's arms as if he had no muscles or bones, leaving only the injured side of his face outside.

His eyes were dazed, as if he was thinking about something.

Li He hooked her chin and said, "It's not a big deal. Just remember not to get it wet. It will grow back in a week and there won't be any scars."

"Looking at you, it looks like the sky has fallen." Li He smiled.

Except for the two times when Fu Chunhe and Song Jingming were hospitalized, he had never seen such a lost Song Weiyu.

Isn't it, for Dao Scar?

"Who drew it? Tell me and I will poison him for you."

Chen Fang glanced at Li He, gently rubbed Song Weiyu's hair, reached out and stretched out the quilt to hug her, and wrapped her in his arms.

Song Weiyu only exposed his head, sniffing the tip of his nose and saying in a hoarse voice: "Fu Haitang."

The air is inevitably quiet for tens of seconds.

Li He stood up quickly, frantically walked out of the door, and ran downstairs.

On the walking staircase from the 19th floor to the 18th floor, he staggered several steps and almost rolled down.

"Don't do stupid things, don't do stupid things..." His mind went blank and he kept repeating these four words.

Entering the ward, the window was wide open.

Li He was completely stunned. His feet seemed to be fixed on the ground, unable to move even an inch.

He always prided himself on being extremely smart and Zhuge was reincarnated, but at this moment he forgot that if someone really jumped from the building, there would have been chaos underneath.

Until a recurring sound came from a corner of the room.

—"If you were given another chance, would you choose me?"

"Yes, no matter how many times."

- "Even if it's so dangerous, do you still want to be with me?"

"Every time I'm in danger, you're the first one to show up. I can't imagine anyone in this world being better than you."

- "No one can take you away?"

"Yeah! No, no one can."

……

Li He panicked and turned on all the lights in the ward.

Following the endlessly repeating recording, I saw a man curled up with his legs between the window and the hospital bed.

It's different from before.

This time, what he held in his hand was not a hairpin, but a recording pen.

It's a pity that Li He didn't know that Fu Haitang was originally in the bathroom.

No one will ever know how he walked from the bathroom to the window while listening to this recording, how he opened the window, and why he withdrew his foot from the window at the last moment.

Fu Haitang threw his cell phone on the floor tiles.

Li He walked up to him, grabbed the recording pen, pressed it hard, and put it in his pocket.

Kneeling beside him, I wanted to pat his shoulder but stopped.

"Fu Haitang, are you feeling well?"

He didn't respond.

"Fu Haitang, I know you're feeling very uncomfortable right now. I'll give you an injection and you can go to sleep. Just fall asleep and you'll be fine."

He didn't respond.

Li He thought for a few seconds and then said: "Her face is fine. It's a small scratch that will heal in less than a week. I know you didn't mean it."

"But she doesn't know, she must hate me to death..." Fu Haitang raised his head.

His face was covered in tears.

His eyes were bloodshot and desperate, "Li He, did you hear that? She said that no one can take her away from Chen Fang. Why did she choose Chen Fang so firmly?"

"She has never firmly chosen me."

"Now, with me looking like this, she won't even want me."

Li He looked helplessly at the dark night sky, and then looked at the man with messy hair, black blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and a miserable look.

A man like Fu Haitang, who has everything, begs so humbly for a woman to want him.

There is simply no cure.

Are the psychiatrists treating you in vain these days? Why does it seem to be getting more and more serious?

He looked at the wide open window again, wondering why such a big window could be opened late at night in the winter. Is there a cold breeze blowing?

He took the sleeping injection with doubts, disinfected Fu Haitang's arm, and was about to inject it.

Fu Haitang looked at the tip of the needle and said, "Li He, take a tube of blood for me and examine it carefully. There seems to be something wrong with me."