In the twilight years, I looked back with my eyes gloomy and raised my legs toward the elevator.

Fu Yan looked at his back until he entered the elevator, and he returned to the ward with the frostbite cream in his hand.

Chen Chu thought it was the twilight years he had returned. She frowned and her patience had been exhausted: "Do you not understand people's words?"

However, looking up, I found that it was Fu Yan.

The wrong person was scolded.

Chen Chu was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I thought it was him."

Fu Yan chuckled: "Don't worry, I think I should not be as annoying as I am in my twilight years."

He said, putting the frostbite cream on his hand on her quilt: "Here, I've opened the frostbite cream."

Fu Yan didn't say it clearly, but the meaning was very obvious, and it was obviously just to let Chen Chu help him wipe it.

Chen Chu smiled but did not refuse.

After all, the frostbite on Fu Yan's hand was also caused to save her.

Chen Chu took the frostbite cream out of the box, tore it open, picked up Fu Yan's hand, and saw that his usual slender fingers were now red and swollen like sausages, and some areas were even broken. His good hands were now terrible.

When Chen Chu started, he couldn't help but tremble and became a little stronger: "I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

Fu Yan looked at her with a smile: "If I say something hurts, will you brag for me?"

Chen Chu had seen Fu Yan's rogue, and he started playing tricks, like a three or five-year-old child, so lusty that it made people helpless and couldn't get angry at all.

But after a long time, Chen Chu also found some experience.

She pretended not to hear it, lowered her head and continued to apply frostbite cream to his swollen hands like radish.

But it would be great if Fu Yan could handle it so easily. She didn't respond, so he started to look for other words: "I just asked the doctor that after the frostbite is broken, the hand will have scars."

Hearing his words, Chen Chu was stunned: "Can you apply medicine in time?"

"yes."

Fu Yan looked at her with a smile, her face still tired, just as Chen Chu was in front of him, the smile between his eyebrows and eyes was almost overflowing: "There are so high requirements for girls nowadays, and my hands are scarred. It’s probably difficult to find a wife in the future.”

He paused: "Miss Chen, my hand is like this to save you. Why do you have to bear this responsibility? It is obviously unscientific to ask you to compensate me for a pair of intact hands, but--"

Taohua's eyes suddenly blinked, and he bent down, almost touched her ear, and asked her in a deep voice: "I'm not too much for me to accompany me as a wife?"

Chen Chu had already guessed what he was going to say, but when he really said this, his hands still trembled.

The man's breath hit her left cheek, and Chen Chu felt that his cheek was a little hot.

She applied Fu Yan's last finger and covered the frostbite cream before looking up at him and smiled: "It's not too much. What kind of thing Mr. Fu likes, I'll ask Secretary Fu to help you find it."

Chen Chu burned all night. Although he woke up, there was still no blood on his white face. He was just saying these jokes, and there was a smile in his apricot eyes, and there was a few pale face. Dividing the spring scenery.

Fu Yan remembered the thrilling moments last night, but couldn't laugh anymore. He raised his hand and hugged the person directly into his arms.
Chapter completed!