President Fu's new wife

Chapter 797 Going to the Hospital Together (5)
Xiao Zhi quickly escaped.

Sitting among them, Xiao Rongtian was treated as transparent, and couldn't help frowning: "Brother and sister—" shouted loudly.

Fu Zhi watched such a scene in the rearview mirror, and felt a little noisy.

With three children, their family can really set up a mahjong table.

When the four of them got home, Xiao Xing had already washed and cut the vegetables, and the rice had already been steamed.

He came out of the kitchen after hearing the voice, and watched his son and daughter come back: "Do you miss mom?"

"Think about it!" The three children said in unison, but Xiao Rongtian's voice was a little softer.

After seeing the big man coming in with three and two schoolbags behind her, she lowered her head, then walked to the kitchen, saying, "Mom, go prepare dinner first."

But he glanced at her profile, at that moment she still said she was going to sleep.

He was already cooking.

He put down his schoolbag and walked to the kitchen: "Is there Kung Pao Chicken tonight?"

She couldn't help turning her head, seeing him leaning against the door and looking at her so straightly, and then said while cooking: "I'm not ready!"

too spicy.

He just leaned there and watched her stir-fry, her hands and feet were always very agile.

His long hair was not pulled up, so it was a bit of an obstacle hanging on his chest.

Or is it in his eyes?
He couldn't help but stepped forward, a hair tie was wrapped around her wrist.

Xiao Xing hesitated, but just said: "Go to the living room to accompany the children, I will do it myself."

But once he finished speaking, he almost couldn't move.

Feeling a pair of gentle hands passing by her neck, the sexy fingers gently pulled her hair back, and then one hand held the long black hair and the other came to her hand: "Hair ring!"

softly.

She put the shovel down, then raised her hand a little, and he took the black scrunchie from her wrist and put it back on her hair.

Xiao Xing heard that his heartbeat seemed to be gone.

I felt that my breathing seemed to be difficult.

"Thank you!"

Perhaps because he felt a little more comfortable, these two words came out of his mouth involuntarily.

He didn't speak, just fingers lightly from the back of her neck to her shoulders.

Once, he often hugged her gently while she was cooking.

Or hug hard, then kiss, and—

but now--

His hand was so lightly placed on her arm.

Xiao Xing almost forgot to cook until she heard a low voice in her ear: "It's going to be mushy."

She immediately picked up the shovel to stir fry, feeling a cool air in the air gliding over her head.

Her body was gently hugged against his chest, the chest was so hot and hard, her breathing was a little bit hard, she turned her head slightly: "I—"

"Oh!" But he didn't say anything, he was already holding her by her chin and kissing her.

It seems to be nostalgic, occupying all her breath little by little.

"Go to work tomorrow!" He whispered in her ear.

Before Xiaoxing recovered, he had already exited the kitchen.

It seemed that the master of fate, after messing up her heart, had easily withdrawn from her world.

Later, he played with the children on the sofa, and she patiently cooked the meal.

Are you going to work tomorrow?

He seemed to miss her going to work.

Now that the two of them face each other at home all day, isn't he tired of it?

Would he be satisfied if she sat next to him?

Xiao Xing couldn't figure out what he was thinking, logically speaking, he could ask and say anything now, they didn't have to act like that in front of outsiders, and she didn't have to go to the office anymore.

In fact, she always knew that she was only a dramatic figure in his company, and she didn't want to be a real boss, even though he really gave her the wealth of his family.

But what was hers was his, as what was his was hers.

No one cares about money interests, the only thing they care about is who loves whom more.

But this morning, she was going to the office after delivering the three children, but she received a call from Sister Zhang: "Young Mistress, can you come to the hospital?"

When Xiaoxing arrived at the hospital, He Yue was still in a coma. Sister Zhang said, "My wife's health has been getting worse recently."

"The needle that Ling Yue used for mother is indeed that thing." She finally understood that it was not an ordinary medicine.

Ling Yue said at the time that at most one month, He Yue would die.

Because the dose was so large, she had seen it with her own eyes.

She has been away for more than two years, but she still can't save a life?
"Why didn't you get treatment earlier?" She turned to look at Sister Zhang.

Of course she was very angry. She risked her love, her marriage, and her children.

But what did you get in the end?
Fu Zhi's hatred for her and He Yue's life and death were at stake, and she couldn't see the old man again when he left.

Fortunately, fortunately, that pair of children didn't resent her, otherwise what was she doing these two years?
That woman Ling Yue was so cunning, he was too stupid.

"My wife didn't want the president to know about this, so I had to call you. It's not that she hasn't thought about the treatment, but the dosage was too high, and she couldn't take it at all."

Xiao Xing clenched her fists tightly, Ling Yue, a woman who had nothing to do with her, was so angry that she almost went mad.

"If you can't accept it, you have to accept it. Fu Zhi can no longer hide this matter from me. I will go and tell him in person that we want to find the best doctor. Even if we go abroad, we must never allow her to degenerate like this."

"But--"

"When mom wakes up, tell her that I've been here, and I'll come to see her later." Xiaoxing said in a faint voice, and turned to leave after speaking.

Why can't the woman who is now relying on sedatives to fall asleep with difficulty have a happy and peaceful old age after going through vicissitudes?

After Xiaoxing walked out of the hospital and got into the car, the driver asked her, "Where are we going now, Young Mistress?"

"Office building!" said softly, and then looked at the scenery outside the window.

I remembered that time when He Yue said that Fu Zhi probably knew everything. If he really knew everything, why didn't he treat He Yue?
That kind of disease, if it is under control, it will be under control, right?
As difficult as it may be, although He Yue may be tortured.

Fu Zhi stood in front of the glass screen in the office and looked at most of the city outside. Those tall buildings made people feel so cold.

This time, all he saw were some dead objects.

Soon the secretary came to report: My wife is here!
(End of this chapter)