Boss, your mother is black again

Chapter 145
Night, like thick ink rendering, rich and deep.

Back at Fu's Manor, there was no communication between Fu Yunshen and Shen Moran, not even a glance.

The man was as indifferent as ice, went straight upstairs, and walked towards his room.

The woman also smacked her lips dully, stayed in the hall for a while, then got up and went back to her room.

It was getting late and drowsy, and it was time to sleep.

Shen Moran returned to the bedroom, washed up according to the daily routine, then changed into pajamas and got under the quilt.

The air conditioner in the room is fully turned on, and the quilt is soft and comfortable.

She especially liked the feeling of sleeping under the quilt with the air conditioner turned on, and soon fell asleep.

The clock is ticking, ticking, constantly turning.

At around three or four o'clock in the morning, Fu Yunshen, who had finally fallen asleep, suddenly woke up from his dream.

The moonlight was cold, projected in through the window, and a cloud of ashes fell.

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the man's face was as pale as paper, extremely sick.

Beads of sweat were condensed on his forehead, and the clothes on his back were completely wet with sweat, as if washed with water.

The location of the heart is painful like a needle prick, and the gaps in the blood vessels seem to be eaten by thousands of ants.

This sudden pain caused Fu Yunshen to groan uncontrollably. He covered his heart with his fingers forcefully, and there were obvious blue veins on the back of his hand.

There are also obvious bulges at the temples, and the lines of tendons on the forehead are gradually becoming clear.

The old disease is committed again.

Fu Yun knew it well.

It's just that it hurts too much, all the strength in his body has been drained, and he can only lie on the bed at this moment, motionless, and he doesn't even have the strength to turn over.

His face became paler and more sweaty, his lips gradually turned white, and he began to twitch and tremble uncontrollably.

His handsome eyebrows were furrowed fiercely, his eyes were closed in pain, his slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

At this moment, he felt like a puppet whose soul was slowly taken away by the god of death, and he might die at any time.

This kind of pain tortured him continuously for nearly an hour before it gradually eased a bit, and Fu Yunshen's drained strength also gradually recovered.

He supported himself with his hands, turned over with difficulty from the bed, and was about to go down to get the medicine.

He originally wanted to call for help, but the pain of bone erosion caused him to temporarily lose his ability to speak.

It took him a long time to successfully turn over. He tried his best to breathe steadily, and the sweat on his forehead dripped like rain.

The position of the heart suddenly twitched twice, and the man who was struggling to get up accidentally fell off the bed
"Gollum—"

The stomach was clamoring uncontrollably, and Shen Moran woke up from hunger.

When she was eating barbecue, she was not full, and she had agreed to ask her aunt to help make supper after returning home, but she forgot.

So at three or four in the morning, she woke up hungry.

Feeling sleepy and hungry, the girl frowned fiercely. She kicked off the quilt impatiently, got up reluctantly, and prepared to go downstairs to look for food.

As soon as she walked out of her own door, she heard a painful muffled groan.

"Um"

Fu Yunshen fell heavily to the ground, his elbow was hit hard, and his face was instantly pale and frighteningly pale.

When Shen Moran heard the movement from outside, she instantly woke up from her drowsiness, and Xiuya's brows frowned slightly.

She wondered, what's going on?
With curiosity and a trace of concern, she unconsciously folded her body and walked towards Fu Yunshen's room
(End of this chapter)