Has President Yu succeeded in chasing his wife today?

Chapter 277 Yu Qing, stop crying
Yu Yan fell into a brief silence.

"You want me to die that much?"

Yu Qing didn't speak, her lips were tightly pressed, and she didn't say a word.

After a while, she turned directly from the front of the ward.

The suit jacket casually draped over his shoulders fell to the ground, and the man's gaze paused on it for a moment.

He had no intention of chasing after him, but just looked at Fu Ziang who was still standing there with dark eyes.

The voice was a little deep and unpredictable, but it came into Fu Ziang's ears clearly.

"Boss Fu, the dead cannot be brought back to life."

Fu Ziang's expression changed almost instantly.

He didn't want to have a confrontation with Yu Yanshen, which was why he went to Yu Qing to tell her the truth.

Yu Yanshen, he usually doesn't bother to talk to you. Once you do something that makes him unhappy, he will directly break away from that attitude of watching the fire from the other side. With absolute suppression, he will gain insight into your psychology, and then defeat you bit by bit.

This is his common tactic in shopping malls, and he has almost never failed.

"I just treated her to dinner."

Although he really wanted to find the shadow of the lost person from Yu Qing's body, he also knew that the dead cannot be brought back to life.

Yu Yanshen is enough to oppress Fu Ziang even in a sitting posture, his eyebrows glanced at his face, "I'm not interested in one meal or two, Yu Qing is my woman, you are not qualified to have any crooked thoughts, clear?"

Fu Ziang frowned.They are also men, and he doesn't like the feeling of being oppressed.

But he remained silent after all.

……

……

In fact, Yu Qing didn't quite understand why he ran out suddenly.

Obviously she should have appeared by his side at that time.

In fact, when she heard the word of his death, she was almost in a daze.

But when she saw him appearing in front of her alive, and said indifferently - "Who told you to come?", she couldn't help her emotions right away.

It's like he doesn't really need her concern, and her nervousness is unnecessary.

The wind outside is very cold, probably because it has been blowing for a long time, but I can't feel anything.

She was wearing a set of off-white pajamas, sitting quietly on the edge of the flower bed downstairs in the hospital.

People passing by looked at her suspiciously, and even thought that she might have escaped from the mental hospital behind.

Who is dressed like this in the cold weather and is in a daze here.

Yu Qing really didn't feel the cold, maybe she was exposed to the cold a lot, what was the weather like this, she just came out to get some air to ease her mood.

Sitting with her knees folded on the edge of the flower bed, her presence was almost unnoticed.

Snowflakes fell on her hair one after another, Yu Qing blinked, and her vision was a little blurry.

She reached out to flick the snow off her eyelashes, but just as she raised her hand, her whole body suddenly flew into the air.

"On a snowy day, you dress like this and come out in the snow. Do you want to live in the same ward as me?"

She was embraced into a warm embrace, and there were dense vibrations from her chest.

She raised her eyes almost instantly, looking at his sharp jaw.

"Why did you come out—" Before she could finish her sentence, she looked at his gauze-wrapped arm, and subconsciously wanted to get out of his arms, but he wrapped her up even tighter.

"You hug me even when you're hurt, you don't want your arm anymore!?"

Her slender willow eyebrows frowned instantly, looking at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with anger.

Yu Yanshen ignored her protest, hugged her and walked towards the hospital.

Yu Qing subconsciously wanted to struggle and protest, but before he could move twice, Yu Yanshen stopped.

"You want to tear open the freshly stitched wound on my hand?" His voice was low. "Eight needles, the anesthesia has just passed. If you want me to feel less pain, don't move around."

She didn't know how to describe her current mood.

He looked down at the gauze on his arm, as if it would burst and bleed in the next second.

Yu Qing subconsciously relaxed her body, although it was useless.

After entering the elevator, the elevator was crowded with people, and I don't know what happened. Seeing the scene in front of me, many people got off the elevator one after another.

Yu Qing buried her face in front of his chest.

His dull heartbeat sounded in his ears at this moment.

One sound.

After a while, the elevator arrived at the station.

She raised her eyes to look at his cold side face, "Here, let me down."

Yu Yanshen ignored Yu Qing's protest, because Yu Qing didn't dare to struggle because of what he said before, for fear that he would really open his wound.

Secretary Su had just returned from taking anti-inflammatory drugs and so on. Seeing the scene in front of him, he braked on the spot, turned around and went straight back to the elevator.

Stretching out one head, he waved at Yu Qing, "Miss Yu, if it's inconvenient for Mr. Yu to eat and drink, remember to call me!"

He seemed to have intentionally emphasized the word 'scattered', Yu Yan's deep eyes swept over, and Secretary Su disappeared in place.

"You put me down..."

Yu Yanshen carried Yu Qing into the ward, and casually pushed the door shut with his other uninjured arm.

Before Yu Qing realized what he was going to do, he threw her on the hospital bed.

The hospital bed in winter is soft, and it seems to be soaked in his smell.

Before Yu Qing sat up, the man leaned over.

One hand was propped on her side, and the other injured arm was hanging in the air.

"What did you just run?"

"..."

"You think my tone is bad, are you wronged?"

"……no."

Yu Yan frowned deeply, and pulled the cup on one side to her body with one hand, covering her thin body before stopping.

"That's worrying about me. You ran out without wearing the clothes you were worried about. When you saw me hurt, you hid and cried sadly?"

As the temperature in the room rose, Yu Qing's bloodless face gradually recovered some color.

She bit her lip, "I was worried about you, but I didn't cry."

She didn't cry when she thought he was really dead, why did she cry when she saw him safe and sound.

Yu Yanshen's expression was very calm, and his warm fingertips hooked the messy hair on her face, "When you just opened the door and came in, your eyes were very red."

"It was blown by the wind." Yu Qing explained without any hesitation.

Yu Yanshen's expression was calm, and after a few seconds, he hummed in a low voice, "I didn't mean to offend you before, but I just didn't want you to come to the hospital in the middle of the night."

Yu Qing pinched the quilt with her fingertips, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

She looked down at the thick layer of gauze on his elbow, stretched out her hand and touched it cautiously, then immediately retracted it.

"Eight needles...does it hurt?"

Yu Yan pursed his thin lips deeply and said nothing, looking at her with deep eyes.

After a while, his deep and hoarse voice slowly sounded, "Will you be sad if you say it hurts? If so, it won't hurt."

(End of this chapter)