"Have you had enough trouble? I will not die, and your great-grandson will be born well. Can you leave?"
Fu Yanye couldn't listen anymore.
Zhuo Jian is thin-skinned, and Zhuo Jian will definitely be embarrassed if they continue to talk like this.
The old lady and Wang Yue watched Fu Yanye get up suddenly and thought, I think it's okay!
"Driving me away so soon? I heard that you were in a car accident. My heart almost stopped beating. What will happen to my great-grandson? Our baby Jian Jian's belly is still flat!"
The old lady pretended to wipe her tears and deliberately stared at Zhuo Jian's belly.
Zhuo Jian came out in a hurry and wore a blue sweater skirt. Her belly was extremely flat. When the old lady saw it, she could only put her hands in her coat pockets to cover her belly: "Grandma, you have a great-grandson!"
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"Don't mention that woman to me. I won't recognize her even after she is born."
The old lady became unhappy after hearing what Zhuo Jian said, and turned away.
Wang Yue patted Zhuo Jian's arm gently: "Please take good care of him for me and your grandma!"
"Ah? Mom, but..."
"Except for you, your grandma won't be relieved, huh?"
Wang Yue didn't wait for her to finish and added another sentence.
Zhuo Jian turned to watch Wang Yue take the old lady away. The door was closed and they were locked in the room again.
Fu Yanye was still sitting there, and turned around to see her with her head lowered in aggrieved manner. He raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Have you ordered anything yet?"
"Ah? Ordered it!"
Zhuo Jian then remembered that she ordered takeout.
She took out her phone and looked at it. Before she could see the distance, she heard a knock on the door. She went to open the door.
"Mrs. Madam, we personally delivered the meal you ordered out of fear that the delivery boy's car would be unstable."
The manager of the hotel's Chinese restaurant, dressed neatly, holds a food box.
Zhuo Jian nodded: "Thank you for your hard work!"
There's nothing else to say.
The small dining table was moved to the bed, and Fu Yanye sat there and looked at the dishes she ordered, which were all his favorites.
Zhuo Jian saw that the manager brought his special chopsticks, and unconsciously gave the manager a thumbs up in his heart. He was so considerate.
Fu Yanye looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table and said, "Bring two pairs of the same bowls and chopsticks when I come back in the evening."
The manager lowered his head and replied: "Yes!"
"I do not need!"
Zhuo Jian immediately understood what he meant and said.
Fu Yanye ignored her and just told the manager to wait outside.
Zhuo Jian saw that he could hold chopsticks very well with his left hand, and silently admired him.
I originally thought, should I feed him?
After lunch, she and the manager cleaned up and sent the manager away. At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the nurse came to deliver the medicine.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but ask: "Is it just taking medicine? No injections?"
The nurse glanced at her, then looked at the person on the bed looking at his cell phone, and then shook his head: "Mr. Fu is in great health. He just needs to take a good rest."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She couldn't help but follow the little nurse out, closed the door, and asked softly: "Does this mean his arm doesn't need to be treated anymore?"
"Well! I will be under observation for one day today, and I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."
The nurse nodded back to her.
Zhuo Jian felt increasingly depressed, as if a hammer was hitting her heart.
When she went back, she saw him silently reading emails on his phone, so she poured him a glass of hot water and put it next to him, and asked him: "Fu Yanye, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."
After reading the email, Fu Yanye dialed Wu Fei's number directly, as if he didn't hear her.
Zhuo Jian wondered, had he been damaged by the blow?
He is so strong, how can he tolerate his arm becoming useless?
He certainly didn't want others to mention it, so she tried not to mention it.
However, her cell phone rang again, and when she saw that it was the station director's wife, she was afraid of disturbing Fu Yanye's emails, so she quickly picked it up and whispered: "Hello?"
"He's not feeling well. I'll ask later. Well, I'll get back to you later."
Zhuo Jian said softly and hung up the phone.
Fu Yanye was still looking at his phone carefully.
Zhuo Jian felt that he hadn't seen her since she came back with the old lady and Wang Yue, right?