Affectionate trapping

Chapter 131
Two years later, Wen Xi went to work as usual, but because she lived with Shen Yuli, her life changed somewhat.

For example, if he is getting lazy, someone will take care of his basic necessities of life; or if he is getting tired, it is due to his lack of restraint...

Wen Xi was quite critical of this, and one day when she was tired from work and her waist and legs were sore, she finally couldn't help but make an appointment with him for three chapters.

Not too often, and not too brazenly.

What is the difference between this and asking someone who has just eaten meat to gnaw on the leaves of green vegetables?
But for the sake of long-term consideration, Shen Yuli still endured the humiliation and agreed.

In view of his good performance in the next few days, Wen Xi dug out the things he forgot to give him before.

She brought back a photo album from home, which contained photos of her from childhood to adulthood.

The photo album seems to be quite old, Wen Xi turned it out a little embarrassedly: "Let me show you first."

Shen Yuli didn't say a word, and every time he turned a page, he would ask her what she was doing at that time, and she told him like she was telling a story.

Passing one by one, she spoke dryly, recalling all the memories from childhood to adulthood, and he seemed to have witnessed her growth, feeling satisfied.

The last photo was a group photo of Wen Xi and Wen Mu. She pointed it out to him: "This was taken during Chinese New Year three years ago. This is my cousin. Do you think we look alike?"

The two people in the photo also smiled with their eyes bent. They were both wearing red sweaters. Wen Mu held Wen Xi's wrist and tilted his head, looking more naughty and cute. The dimples are particularly eye-catching; Yuandai, like daffodils standing quietly.

In terms of appearance alone, the two have their own merits, and they are comparable. At first glance, there are one or two points of similarity in the eyebrows and eyes, but they are not the same at a closer look.

Shen Yuli sought truth from facts: "It doesn't look like it."

Wen Xi smiled.

He pinched her face with his fingers and shook the photo album: "Is it really for me? I put it away."

"Actually, I only planned to show you. What will my dad do with me in the future?"

He frowned: "You just let me pass my eyes by closing you?"

"..." She wiped away the space between his brows, and said with a smile, "Well, let's go to the photo studio to have it done later, but it may not be as high-resolution as the original photo, or I'll check to see if I still have the original photo at home."

He reluctantly said: "Okay."
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As the days passed, Wenxi's life was still uneventful. Not long after the Lantern Festival, she received a call at the hospital, and she stood up in shock, shaking the water glass on the table a few times.

She strode out and said to Han Wei, "I'll go out for a while, and help me postpone the appointment for a day."

"Ok."

Wen Xi walked faster and faster, hailed a car at the door and headed towards the hospital next door.

After getting off the car, she walked quickly to the emergency room, her brows were full of sadness, her mind was clearly revolving around the things of her previous life, her heart slowly calmed down, and she went up to the tear-stained Wen Mu.

"sister."

The moment Wen Mu saw her, it was as if he had seen the backbone, but his legs softened as soon as he got up, and was supported by Wen Xi, "Are you all right?"

Wen Mu put his hands on her and held her shoulders tightly: "Xiaoxi."

"Ok?"

"He had aplastic anemia before."

Wen Xi quietly waited for her to speak.

Wen Mu took a breath and tried to calm himself down, but his hands were cold like ordinary people: "You are a doctor and you know that the bleeding will not stop."

"Today he just..." She raised her hand for comparison, about twenty centimeters: "The knife is only so long, why did he lose so much blood?"

Wen Mu's eyes were a little confused, and he looked at her firmly again: "He shouldn't have lost too much blood, right?"

Wen Xi was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and hugged her in his arms: "He said he was cured, right?"

"Correct."

"That's all right."

"But...but..." She murmured, but she didn't know what she was going to say.

Wen Xi patted her on the shoulder: "Don't you believe him?"

"Believe."

"It's possible for a knife like that to pierce the body and lose too much blood."

"Ah."

"Anyone would be like this." Wen Xi coaxed her softly: "You also said that no matter how difficult it is, it can't stop the bleeding, and he has stopped it now."

Wen Mu blinked, bowed his head and said nothing, but his heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Wen Xi was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

"But he's been in there for two hours...Xiaoxi...I'm so scared..."

Wen Xi sighed, and could only comfort her distressedly at this time.

She knew that nothing would happen to Sheng An, and the two would get married soon.

Sheng An was holding an art exhibition here, and was stabbed by a delusional woman who was obsessed with him, bleeding profusely. This happened in the previous life, but not at this time, but after the two got married, when she was still in the foreign.

She didn't take precautions against this kind of accident in advance, and she was also to blame for her negligence. She should have remembered it when they met that day.

Wen Xi pressed her back: "He will be fine, I promise he will wake up to talk to you tonight."

Her gentle voice had a calming effect, and Wen Mu really got better, his hands and feet felt warm, and he sat blankly and took the water glass she handed over.

"When he recovers, we can give him a full-body examination, so you can rest assured?"

She murmured good and sipped it lightly.

Wen Xi has been here with her all this time. The operation ended normally, but Sheng An was still asleep. He didn't wake up until six o'clock in the afternoon.

The person on the hospital bed showed obsidian-like clean and penetrating eyes, and when she turned her eyes to meet Wen Mu's, her eyes turned red instantly.

Wen Xi quietly withdrew, leaving space for them.

The phone vibrated several times before she regained her sanity, and she picked it up: "Hello?"

"Have you got off work?"

"Something happened. I'm in the central hospital. Come pick me up here."

Shen Yuli's heart tightened suddenly: "What's wrong? Are you injured?"

"It's not me, it's my sister's boyfriend."

The condensed air in his heart was released, and he exhaled heavily: "I'll be there right away."

Wen Xi lowered his head and sent Wen Mu a message: I'm leaving first. If you don't mind the trouble, you can come to our hospital for a physical examination. I'll make an appointment for you, or you can do it in your city. Don't worry, go back and pay attention to rest. recover soon
Wen Xi: [Touch your head.jpg]

Thinking that Shen Yuli was coming soon, she started to walk towards the door. On the way, a woman was carrying a big bag of medicine, the bag rotted and spilled on the ground.

Wen Xi knelt down to help her pick it up. The woman's hair was full of silver hair, and she muttered: "Thank you, thank you."

Wen Xi stuffed the last box of chlorpromazine in, the woman raised her head, but was startled when she met her eyes.

But in a flash, she got up: "Thank you."

Wen Xi replied in a low voice: "You're welcome."

She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her coat, pulled up the collar of her sweater, and walked away.

The woman behind her looked back at her, then looked away disappointedly, and tightly wrapped the medicine in her arms.

　Chlorpromazine: Antipsychotic drug.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)