The rich president let me go: fall in love with you after drunk

Chapter 39
Stretcher trucks whistling over stopped Ningxia's footsteps.She followed Fang Shiyou's stretcher and ran all the way. The driver advised her to rest, but she ignored it. She really couldn't let go of Fang Shiyou at this moment.

Ning Xia ran along with the stretcher, but was knocked down frequently because of the small high heels under her feet.In desperation, Ning Xia kicked off his leather shoes and continued to chase the stretcher.

The wound that had just grown up was stretched open due to the sudden external force, and so much blood flowed, which showed how cruel Mr. Wang's kick was.

Fang Shiyou was sent to the emergency room for wound treatment, while Ning Xia and the driver were sitting on chairs in the corridor outside.The driver glanced at Ning Xia, and couldn't help being surprised to see her bare feet.

"Miss Ning, your..."

Ning Xia followed the driver's gaze to look at her feet, and then remembered that she kicked off her shoes just now in a hurry.

Ning Xia faltered in his explanation, so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Ning Xia went back to look for shoes, but remembered something on the way, and strode out of the building.

When Ningxia returned to the emergency room, Fang Shiyou's wound had been treated.He was already sitting in a wheelchair, his legs had been re-bandaged, his eyes were squinted, and he didn't know if he was tired and fell asleep or what.

"Miss Ning, do you want me to take Mr. Fang back with you?"

"No, it's just that my things are still in the car, so please help me get them." Ning Xia touched his head.My own memory is really good, the busier I am, the more I forget.

"It's here," the driver signaled, "Boss Fang has ordered it just now, and I've already brought it for you."

Ning Xia was a little surprised, and looked at the chairs in the corridor in the direction the driver pointed, and there were indeed piles of her bags and clothes.

"Thank you then. It's so late, go back and rest quickly." Ning Xia took the wheelchair from the driver and pushed Fang Shiyou back to the ward.

Ning Xia pushed the wheelchair silently, her steps were slow, and she couldn't hear anything except the rolling of the wheels.

Fang Shiyou's eyes opened slightly, looking at the shadow of Ningxia left on the blackened white wall illuminated by the incandescent lamp, the hem of the skirt trembled slightly, wrapping around her lap.

The white light in the ward was dazzling, Fang Shiyou watched silently, seeing the woman in the room throwing down her clothes and bags, still barefoot and starting to take care of his affairs.

"Young Master Fang, you vomited after drinking so much. I'll make you some honey water. You can rest after drinking."

A moment later, when Fang Shiyou said that he wanted Ningxia to come and help him, Ningxia had already brought a glass of murky water and handed it to him.

Fang Shiyou was startled, looked up at Ning Xia, but did not take the cup.Ning Xia looked at Fang Shiyou in confusion, and after a while he seemed to understand what he was worried about.

"Don't worry, Fang Shao, I won't give you something without quality assurance."

"I just bought this at a pharmacy outside, and the receipt is still there..."

The woman looked serious, so serious that Fang Shiyou almost burst out laughing.

Fool, what a, little fool...

Fang Shiyou took the cup, and the warm and suitable honey water quenched his troubled thoughts of the night.He watched Ningxia come in and out, her feet were petite and white, like duckweed dancing on the lake.

When Fang Shiyou saw that Ning Xia had disappeared when he left the emergency room, he thought she had taken the opportunity to escape. Just as he was about to get angry, he saw a pair of white shoes scattered in the corridor from a distance.Asking her where she was going, the driver's answer made Fang Shiyou's anger go away.

Not long after, he saw her stepping on the ground with hurtful bare feet, walking towards him slowly, halfway, she bent down and lightly picked up the scattered shoes on the side of the road, hopping like butterflies.

He smiled, and when he saw her quietly entering the room with those little deformed high heels, he couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and there was a sweet and soft curve in his palm, just like her.

(End of this chapter)