"Fu Yanye, as long as you behave well, don't think about the past things if you can't remember them."
Zhuo Jian murmured in his arms.
Nothing is more important than his health.
She never wanted to receive a call about his accident during work hours again.
The feeling of my heart being torn out and stuffed back is simply terrible.
"Um."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and saw her worried look, and felt warm and painful in his heart.
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One week later.
Fu Yanye was still being held down by Zhuo Jian in the hospital and was not allowed to leave. Wu Fei went to report to him every day and ask him to sign documents.
On Monday morning, Zhuo Jian accompanied her children after breakfast and took the snacks she made to go to the hospital. As soon as the door opened...
The originally silent ward was overcrowded.
Eight senior members of the Fu family were sitting inside.
The sofa couldn't be opened, so some chairs were brought in. The chairs for the hospital staff were just that, but everyone seemed very easy-going.
Zhuo Jian was stunned in embarrassment as soon as she opened the door, but she quickly reacted and nodded with a smile: "You guys go about your business first."
She closed the door again, then stood outside and let out a long breath.
What's going on?
Is it really an office?
But right now, it seems that’s all that can be done.
Li Heng was the first to ask: "What if we wouldn't be here today?"
Fu Yanye sat in the most comfortable chair, looked at the document on his lap and said, "Continue."
She wanted him to stay permanently, so there would be many more meetings like this in the future, so she had to bother his wife to wait for him outside for a while.
But what he didn't expect was that when his meeting was over, there would only be a box of snacks waiting for him.
Zhuo Jian went back to her old house to spend time with her children last night. After the children went to bed, she tinkered with it for a while, but she didn't expect it to succeed.
Fu Yanye took a piece of snack from the exquisite box and stuffed it into his mouth. He had to admit that it was much more delicious than the mooncakes she baked back then, and the arrangement was also very beautiful.
But is this box of snacks what he wants?
He had no choice but to use his mobile phone to call her. Zhuo Jian answered: "Mr. Fu, are you done?"
"Well, you left a little hastily."
"Oh, I have to work too. Did you see the snacks? I made them specially for you."
Zhuo Jian mentioned.
"Well, not bad."
As he said that, he took out another piece with his clean and moist fingers and looked at it in front of his eyes.
He couldn't deny that his wife's dessert-making skills were impeccable.
"Come here early this afternoon."
Fu Yanye put down the phone to remind her.
"Okay, I missed you, bye."
Zhuo Jian quickly hung up the phone.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, hearing her say that she missed him, but she didn't show any sign of it at all.
He thought he could hug him and hold him high after the meeting.
The results of it?
He could only move a chair, sit down, and eat the snacks she made in peace.
In fact, he could leave, but how could he bear her to be as worried as she was that day again.
So she stayed in the hospital with peace of mind, and asked her to ask the nurse who would report his condition to her at any time to tell her what she wanted to hear.
In this world full of turmoil, letting the one you love feel at ease is also the awareness a husband should have.