Fu Yancheng also wanted to turn around, but the wound on his chest hurt whenever he moved.
Sheng Mian heard that he was restless, so she turned back, lying down and looking at the ceiling.
"It's best not to move around your injury or lie on your side."
"Then don't turn your back to me."
For a moment, Sheng Mian felt that he was just a twenty-four-year-old friend.
She smiled, closed her eyes, "Yeah."
After another half an hour, she felt someone holding her hand, first hooking one, and then two.
She didn't want to care anymore and ignored him.
After another ten minutes, her hand was pulled over and placed on something.
Sheng Mian couldn't bear it anymore and just when she was about to take it back, his hand was already covering hers and she started to groan.
She felt like she was being roasted on the stove. Fu Yancheng should be the most ashamed of doing such a thing.
But she felt very ashamed, especially when she tilted her head slightly and saw his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Fu Yancheng was frightened by the sound of her turning and stopped to make sure she was not awake before holding her hand and continuing.
I kept grinding like this for half an hour.
Even though Sheng Mian's good temper was gone, she squeezed hard and said, "Are you done yet?"
This part of a man's body is extremely fragile. Fu Yancheng originally felt comfortable, but now he let out an "ouch" and felt so painful that he wanted to arch his body.
Sheng Mian wanted to withdraw her hand directly, but felt him shaking slightly in pain, and was a little confused.
"Does it really hurt?"
He didn't speak, but his breathing was obviously much heavier, and it looked like he was in pain.
Sheng Mian quickly opened his quilt and asked, "Fu Yancheng, are you okay?"
Seeing that he didn't speak, Sheng Mian panicked for a moment and opened his silk nightgown.
Little Fu Yancheng was wilting, and he looked like his vitality was seriously damaged.
Sheng Mian felt guilty for a moment, but Fu Yancheng seemed to be really angry. He put his nightgown back on him, closed his eyes and said nothing.
The air pressure on his body was very low, and his thin lips were pursed tightly.
If he questioned Sheng Mian loudly, Sheng Mian could still argue with him.
But he remained silent, which made her feel bad.
"It hurts?"
"Should I ask the doctor to come and take a look?"
Fu Yancheng ignored them all and even raised his hand to turn off the bedside light.
Generally, the angrier he is, the more silent he becomes.
Sheng Mian was speechless. This man was really good at complaining first. If he hadn't been thinking about that, would this accident have happened?
She lay down again on the side, but the guilt rising in her heart made her unable to sleep anymore.
Early the next morning.
Qi Shen found that Sheng Mian had a particularly good attitude towards the CEO today, but the CEO had a cold face.
Sheng Mian washed his face, fed him food, and gave him medicine, looking like he was working hard without complaining.
Fu Yancheng, the more you support him, the more he will support you. If you ignore him, he will immediately lick his face and talk to you.
So when Sheng Mian coaxed him now, he was not less angry.
When she was really about to leave, he said the wound hurt and it might be inflammation.
Sheng Mian immediately checked his wounds.
"It's not inflammation. I'll go back and deal with some company matters, and I'll see you again in the evening."
With just one sentence, people were instantly coaxed.
His face was cold, but he was happy in his heart because she would come again tonight.
That kind of secret joy cannot be described in words.
