Although the lights in the ward were turned off, the light from the hospital corridor shone through the glass above the door. It was not strong, but if you looked carefully, you could still vaguely see it clearly.

She lay on her side on the hospital bed and looked at Fu Yuan. He was lying on the sofa with his hands as pillows. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face, making it unclear whether he had his eyes open or closed. Eye.

However, I have to say that good-looking people have advantages, and they look good no matter what posture they pose.

For example, Fu Yuan was lying on the sofa like this, but Su Wuwei felt that he was like a robot made with the most precise instruments. His face and figure were all perfect. The most important thing was that Fu Yuan at this moment had a certain look under the dim light. A distorted feeling, you will doubt whether the person in front of you really exists.

She looked at Fu Yuan carefully at first, for fear that she would find her, but after watching for a while, she found that Fu Yuan had no reaction. She expected that Fu Yuan had fallen asleep, so she simply lay on her side and looked at Fu Yuan intently. deep.

Suddenly Fu Yuan's cold voice sounded in the ward, "If you keep staring at me like that, I don't guarantee what will happen."

One sentence was like a prairie fire. Su Wuwei immediately imagined a picture that was not suitable for children. She turned over as fast as possible. This time, she had her back to Fu Yuan and did not dare to look back.

Not long after, Su Wuwei's even breathing came out, and Fu Yuan's eyelashes swung a little wider. He listened with his eyes open for a long time, and after confirming that Su Wuwei was asleep, Fu Yuan slowly got up and walked out of the ward.

The corridors of the hospital were lit with lights even late at night, and Fu Yuan's figure was stretched out by the lights, like a giant.

He stopped in the stairwell at the corner and dialed Zhao Zhao's number, "Go to the Jasmine Restaurant in Yonghuo Shopping Center immediately and ask them to call out the surveillance for this afternoon, and find a way to get their reservation information. The more detailed, the better.”

The sound of Zhao Zhao yawning came from the phone, and at the same time his pleading voice also sounded, "Boss, can't you do it tomorrow? It's already midnight now."

"If you haven't left in five minutes, you can go directly to your job on Monday." After Fu Yuan said this, he hung up the phone.

In fact, he would be more efficient in doing these things, but he had more important things to do, and he had to guard Su Wuwei every step of the way.

During the time when Su Wuwei was unconscious, Fu Yuan's mind was completely empty. In fact, he should have arranged this matter for Zhao Zhao after Su Wuwei had washed his stomach.

Now he just hopes that everything is not too late, but even if the other party's actions are dealt with quickly, he still has other methods. In short, he will not let go of anyone who dares to hurt Su Wuwei.

Thinking of this, he quickly returned to the ward. When he saw Su Wuwei, who was still sleeping, his hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach.

He took off his shoes and socks and lay next to Su Wuwei. She originally had her back to Fu Yuan, but when Fu Yuan put his hands on her waist, she turned around deftly and moved into Fu Yuan's arms. In arms.

Su Wuwei's head moved in Fu Yuan's arms, and finally she found a comfortable position and fell asleep again.

Seeing Su Wuwei sleeping soundly on his shoulder, Fu Yuan's heart became soft.

Fu Yuan has always been known for being calm and rational, even more so than Liu Xiahui, but when he held Su Wuwei in his arms, he felt a fire burning crazily in his heart.

The warm and fragrant nephrite was in his arms, her cherry lips even pressed against his collarbone, and her hair was entangled with his, indistinguishable from each other.

He felt that a certain part of himself was as hard as iron, but he didn't dare to move. He didn't even dare to lower his head and kiss Su Wuwei's forehead. He was too afraid that he would get out of control.

If something really happened, what was the difference between him and Yan Yan?

Fu Yuan never wanted more than just pleasure. The smile of the person in his heart was even more important. As long as she smiled, his world would be peaceful and beautiful.

There was a lot of history between them, and the corners of Fu Yuan's mouth always kept rising.

Fu Yuan thought about that day in the pavilion when she said she loved him in her sleep. His heart was so excited that he almost jumped out of his chest. He wanted to hold her and spin around a few times to celebrate.

He took a deep breath and couldn't control himself anymore. His kiss fell softly on her forehead first, then slowly moved down, and finally her small nose and slightly raised mouth.

The kiss became deeper and deeper, but Fu Yuan's breathing became heavier and heavier. He held Su Wuwei's hand harder, wishing he could rub her into his body.

He remembered a cry in the quiet night, and Su Wuwei in his arms moved slightly.

Her voice was actually very low, and you couldn't hear it at all if you didn't listen carefully, but this low voice woke up Fu Yuan like a wake-up call.

He looked at Su Wuwei with some fear, and saw her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her hands that were originally placed on his waist were also pressed against his chest.

If it weren't for her eyes that were still closed, Fu Yuan would have thought that she had woken up.

He wanted to help Su Wuwei adjust her sleeping position to make her more comfortable, but he suddenly found that his hand had reached into Su Wuwei's clothes at some point.

This discovery made Fu Yuan so ashamed that he did not dare to sleep with Su Wuwei in the same bed again. After helping Su Wuwei tuck the quilt, he turned over and left Su Wuwei's hospital bed.

Fu Yuan was too tall, and the sofa was too short for him. Even though his head rested on the armrest of the sofa, he still couldn't straighten his feet, and his height became a burden for the first time.

But sleeping here is better than sleeping next to Su Wuwei. Being able to see but not touch is the greatest torture for him.

However, he thought so, but Fu Yuan had never slept in a place like this since he was a child. He tossed and turned but couldn't sleep well. He had closed his eyes for an hour, but his consciousness was getting clearer and clearer.

He simply stopped sleeping and stood up to take out his computer from the bag he carried with him.

This is the only thing he brought when he rushed back from a neighboring province today. He has taken his computer with him wherever he goes since graduation, but if the computer was in the hotel today, he would never go back to get it.

The light from the computer screen shone on his face, and time was ticking forward. The clock had already turned, but Fu Yuan was getting more and more energetic.

The dim light shone through the glass of the ward, and everything in the ward became clearly visible. It was already bright, and Fu Yuan finally felt a little sleepy.

He looked at the document with thousands of words and laughed, but this smile was cruel, which was at the opposite extreme from when he usually faced Su Wuwei.

Since you dare to touch my reverse scale, then I will let you fall into the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated. Otherwise, you will not be able to experience the anger in my heart.