cap. 112
nned at her words.he insisted on drinking coffee, not because he wanted it so much, but because he was afraid that she would stay cold outside or sprained her ankle again.the two men are about one met...Chapter 112
"I gave him depression medication this morning, but he didn't take it." The doctor frowned, "I have to take medicine."
Mrs. Fu: "I'll talk to him tomorrow."
Doctor: "I hear he listens to Qin Anan, or not."
"No! It's all her fault that my son has become like this. This woman will only bring misfortune to my son! " Mrs. Fu said excitedly.
the doctor declined to comment.
he is only responsible for Fu Shiting's physical condition.
"I know you didn't mean to speak for Qin Anan. Let's talk about it tomorrow. See if he can listen to me. " Mrs. Fu gave in quickly.
she hopes her son will get better soon, and everything else can be put aside.
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after taking a bath, Qin Anan went to the window and looked out at the snow.
the ground has been white, like wrapped in a layer of silver, the night suddenly lit up a bit
the heart of an impulse surged up.
she picked up her cell phone and wanted to call Fu Shiting.
want to hear his voice.
she thought about it for fear that he would not answer his phone, so she sent him voice instead.
even if you can't hear his voice, let him hear her voice and let him know that she misses him all the time.
after sending the voice, she went to the living room, took out the wool and began to knit.
the world is quiet, and the heart is also immersed.
more than two o'clock in the evening, Fu Shiting was awakened by a nightmare.
his forehead was covered with hot sweat, and there was a rare fear in his eyes.
these days, he dreams of his death every night.
this is not the scariest part.
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the terrible thing is that in the dream, his body was incomplete, his flesh and blood was blurred, and his face was illegible.
he turned into a pool of rotten meat!
there are only flies and bedbugs around him.
every time he wakes up, he hates himself!
he finds the phone, turns it on, and looks at the time.
his fingers accidentally clicked on Wechat, and a portrait of Qin Anan appeared in his fundus.
he opened her dialog box with trembling fingers and saw her voice.
he clicked on his voice, and her voice flowed out--
-- Fu Shiting, it snowed today, did you see it I heard that you were discharged from hospital today. I hope you will recover soon! I want to call you, but I'm afraid of disturbing you, so I send you a voice message. Let me show you the snow on my side!
-- Snow scene jg
click on the picture and he sees snow on the ground.
his Adam's apple moved and the shadow of the nightmare was suppressed.
he clicked on her voice again and again, listening to her clean and crisp voice, and her heart controlled by the disease gradually tended to peace of mind.
A week later.
Fu Shiting appears in the group.
he sat in a wheelchair with a thin woolen blanket over his legs.
his face was as cold and noble as ever, and his whole body exuded the aura of keeping strangers away.
it's hard to imagine that he almost died half a month ago without looking at his legs.
as soon as he entered the office, his assistant Zhou Ziyi reported his work to him.
at the end of the report, Zhou Ziyi asked, "what would you like to drink, boss" Coffee Or milk "
Fu Shiting's thin lips gently opened: "Coffee." Call Tang Qian. "). Ush ({});Qin Anan answered the phone and listened to Xiao Kaibin's self-introduction, and his face became a little more serious."Boss Xiao, what can I do for you to call me""Miss Qin, it is like th...