Fu Xixi originally thought she could accept death calmly.
But at this moment, she realized that she was so afraid of death and didn't want to die.
I don’t want to lose the one I love, and I don’t want the one I love to be sad.
She just wants to live and be with her lover and relatives forever.
Tears fell like broken beads.
Fu Yiqian looked at her tearful face and felt extremely distressed:
"Well... you won't die, you won't die. I'll carry you to the treatment room, and we'll think of other ways."
"Yes." Fu Xixi took his arm and stayed quietly in his arms, refusing to let go.
She used to hate the treatment room and the doctors, but now she just wants to hold on to the hope of life and try her best to live.
Only in this way can we not hurt the one we love.
...
another side.
Bo Zhan drove home at night.
The nine-story villa is extremely luxurious, quiet and spacious.
The bedroom is also decorated with wedding night decorations, a red carpet, a red four-piece suit, and a two-meter-high wedding photo hanging on the wall, which is happy and warm.
All this fell into Bo Zhanye's eyes, becoming more and more dazzling.
He threw his coat and car keys on the rack, walked over and sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette and lit it.
The smoke filled the air, and the handsome and profound face was extremely cold and condensed, as if covered with frost, and the black eyes were bottomless, like a cold pool.
This night, I couldn't sleep.
The next day, the Fu family.
On the breakfast table, the meals are exquisite and the whole family is enjoying themselves.
Guo Yaqin found out that Bo Zhanye was not here and frowned in surprise: "Why isn't Xiaojiu here? Didn't he come last night?"
Fu Xixi's little face stiffened slightly after hearing this question.
She originally planned to go to Bo Zhanye after treatment last night, but she was busy until three o'clock and did not go there.
I got up on time to have breakfast this morning, just because I didn’t want my parents to find anything strange.
She said calmly: "Well, he said that he had something to do at work, and he was afraid that he would come back late to clean and I would have a rest, so he went back to his new house."
"Well, you can go back then, Xixi. After all, it's not a good idea to be separated for newlyweds.
But that’s not right, why don’t you go on your honeymoon?”
The two cute babies said: "Mommy, you and Daddy didn't plan a good place to take us there~~"
"I've been looking forward to it in my heart!"
Fu Zhengkai said: "The helicopter that Zijun sent you before has already booked all the routes and planned everything. I remember that it was supposed to set off before. Why did it stop?"
Several people were asking questions and looking at him with probing eyes.
Fu Xixi was afraid that they would see the problem, so she quickly explained: "The wedding is a bit tiring, and the weather is not very good now, so Brother Ye and I will change it to a day in spring when the flowers are blooming."
I see.
A few people put aside their curiosity.
After dinner, Fu Yiqian found Fu Xixi alone and said:
"If Bo Jiu doesn't come over tonight, his parents will be worried. In addition to the current situation, I don't think it's suitable for you to quarrel. Should I go and talk to him?"
Fu Xixi's little face darkened, and she pursed her lips: "It's useless, unless you tell him the real reason, no matter how you talk, it will be useless.
Brother, don't worry, after today's treatment is completed, I will go back to find him and find a way to reconcile with him."
After all, maybe this is really the end of life, and she doesn't want her last time to end with a quarrel.
In the afternoon, the treatment was completed.
Fu Xixi went back to her wedding villa alone without her children.
It was quiet in the villa. Bo Zhanye was not at home. At this time, he should have really gone to the studio?
Without thinking much, she took off her coat, put on her apron, and cooked dinner herself.
She wants to please him tonight! Besides, she hasn’t cooked yet after the marriage~~
But what Fu Xixi didn't expect was that from six o'clock to seven o'clock, and from seven o'clock to seven-thirty, Bo Zhanye still didn't come back.