How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Fu Yan'an didn't say anything. The doctor tactfully left the ward and took the pile of food out before leaving, saying that he was taking it for testing.

"Your cooking skills are just like your mother's. It's unbearable to watch, but it's quite worth studying. I'll take it and study it first. Maybe I can even win an award or something."

"I can't believe that someone can turn harmless meat into a poisonous dish."

Fu Yanan: “…”

If this person wasn't his uncle, he would have let him see why the flowers were so red. It wasn't enough to just mock him, he also had to give himself a heavy blow before leaving.

His father didn't like him very much, so when he was little, his uncle always took him to the playground. Every time he couldn't help but want to go play with his uncle, but he was always forced to retreat by his uncle's sharp tongue.

My uncle was clearly not in this hospital before, who would have thought that he suddenly came to this hospital a month ago.

Two hours later, Song Wenjing opened his eyes and felt something pressing on his hand. He turned his head slightly and saw a furry head resting on the back of his hand.

"...Ahem, wake up, come and sleep on the bed. Lying prone is bad for your cervical spine."

Fu Yan'an heard the voice and looked up drowsily, rubbing his eyes. The moment he saw Song Wenjing wake up, tears fell from his eyes, and he felt aggrieved.

"Brother, I will never go into the kitchen again, I'm sorry..." It was all my fault for acting on impulse. If I hadn't wanted to show off my cooking skills, my brother wouldn't be lying in the hospital bed.

Song Wenjing smiled and comforted him, "Okay, it's all over. Brother is thirsty, please help brother get a water cup."

"it is good……."

after an hour.

"What the hell? Why does your voice sound so weak? Could it be that your aunt is ill?" Jiang Rui listened to Song Wenjing's weak voice.

I immediately guessed that Song Wenjing must be heartbroken because of his aunt's matter. If it were me, he would also be very sad if his mother was sick.

He made the right choice with this brother. He is as filial as he is, a truly filial son.

Song Wenjing: "It's okay, I caught a cold last night, so my throat is a little hoarse."

Fu Yan'an peeled an apple, his entire attention focused on the person on the other end of the line, Song Wenjing. He knew the person on the other end was Song Wenjing's roommate.

Although he had never met her, he could find out.

Jiang Rui: "Okay, wear a coat at night from now on to avoid catching a cold. This is the peak season, and Ye Zheng and I will come to see you later."

Song Wenjing: "Okay, send a message when you come."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up.

Ye Zheng listened to their conversation and suddenly had an absurd thought in his mind. Could it be that Song Wenjing wasn't heartbroken because of his aunt?

But it was because of that boy.

He could more or less guess that Song Wenjing was in love, but only the idiot Jiang Rui would not understand.

Every time Song Wenjing came back from outside, his whole body exuded a message of joy. Sometimes when Song Wenjing took something, his clothes could not cover the marks on his waist.

He just glanced back casually and saw the bruises on Song Wenjing's waist. He was so embarrassed that he turned back immediately.

This situation is quite severe!

I haven't made any progress here, but they've already got on the highway! This car is driving very fast!

Ye Zheng helplessly turned his head to look at the big fool next to him, and saw that big fool was grinning at his phone, "What the hell is wrong with you again?"

A piece of dead wood that is not smart.

"Ah? I look pretty handsome on my phone screen, but why don't any girls come to me and ask for my contact information? It's really weird." Jiang Rui said dissatisfiedly.

Ye Zheng: “…….” He felt a little guilty.

Ye Zheng said: "Maybe girls don't like your type."

Jiang Rui: "That's impossible! Then I'll have to be single for the rest of my life! I don't want to be single for the rest of my life! That's too miserable."

"Don't worry, you won't be single forever."

"what?"

……

After Song Wenjing finished the call, Fu Yan'an handed him the apple in his hand and said, "Brother, have an apple." He casually asked, "Brother, who was the person who just called you?"

"What did you guys say? Why did I seem to hear him say he was coming to see you?"

Song Wenjing didn't take it, but took a bite directly, glancing at him helplessly, "Our shoulders are touching, can't you hear what we're saying?"

"He's just one of my roommates, and he's just concerned about my health. They came to check on my mother's condition, and I'm actually quite grateful for them."

"Oh! I am also concerned about my brother's health." Fu Yan'an straightened his chest and asked Song Wenjing for a reward.

Song Wenjing smiled knowingly and kissed him on the lips, "Is that enough?"

Fu Yan'an: "Yeah!" Actually, he wanted to say it was not enough, but unfortunately Song Wenjing's health did not allow it. However, it was not bad to get a sweet date.

At least I made money.

Fu Yan'an lay on the bed next to Song Wenjing, slowly closing his eyes and falling into deep thought. When Song Wenjing was still asleep, he would frown even in his sleep.

A small noise could wake him up, so Fu Yan'an hardly slept at all.

Now lying on the bed, surrounded by Song Wenjing's scent, he suddenly felt sleepy. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

While Fu Yan'an was sleeping, a nurse came to change Song's mother's dressing. Song Wenjing specifically asked them to keep their voices down.

Fu Yan'an fell asleep only after his IV drip was finished.

When Fu Yan'an woke up, he saw a woman in her 40s next to his aunt, and he knew that this woman was a caregiver.

Song Wenjing said, "Awake?"

Fu Yan'an: "Well, I'm going to wash my face and wake up."

Song Wenjing touched his head and said, "Go ahead, the takeaway I ordered just arrived."

"Mr. Song, you are going back tonight, right?" asked Guard Wang.

Song Wenjing said, "Yes, thank you for your hard work tonight. If anything happens, just call me."

"Okay, Mr. Song."

Because there were outsiders present, Fu Yan'an sat obediently next to Song Wenjing and did not dare to ask Song Wenjing for any reward.

Although he really wanted to, he was afraid that Song Wenjing would be angry about it. At home, no matter how he made a fuss, Song Wenjing would tolerate him.

But he had to control his temper outside and not embarrass Song Wenjing.

……