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Chapter 1391

"Fu Yanye,..."

"When are we going to get divorced?"

"If you call me Sister Ruxiang, don't call me Young Master Yan Yeye, call me brother-in-law!"

"Sister, brother-in-law."

The voices of Ruxiang and Zhuo Jian kept swirling in his mind.

Just as Wang Rui opened the door, he suddenly heard a bang behind him.

Fu Yanye wanted to stand up and force himself to calm down, but as soon as he stood up, his vision went dark and he suddenly fell into the chair again.

Wang Rui turned around and saw Fu Yanye passed out there with a bloodless face. He immediately called and came forward, "Fu's office building, I need an ambulance, right away."

Zhuo Jian flew straight from the show and saw the doctor who did a series of examinations on him and finally said that his brain injury had worsened and he had to be hospitalized.

Her vision went dark, and her heels were so weak that she was about to fall down.

"lady."

Yuan Man immediately supported her.

Zhuo Jian was panting, so nervous that he could hardly control himself.

When Fu Yanye woke up again, it was already past four in the afternoon. Zhuo Jian was standing in front of the window, with his back to the light, and kept looking at him.

He didn't see her clearly and just called her softly: "Zhuo Jian."

Zhuo Jian looked at him with a look of despair. She came to her senses only when he called her. She immediately stepped forward, squatted beside the bed and held his hand: "I'm here. You're awake. How do you feel? Your head is still there."

Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, are you worried?"

Seeing her tense face, he asked in a hoarse voice.

The tip of Zhuo Jian's nose felt sour, and then her eyes became blurry.

How could she not worry.

But how could she easily express her fear in front of him at this time?

"I have to stay in the hospital for a few more days this time, and I can't be discharged so quickly."

Zhuo Jian held his hand and spoke to him as calmly as possible.

Fu Yanye looked into her eyes, smiled, and touched her finger: "Yeah."

Zhuo Jian stood up, took the initiative to crawl into his arms, and whispered: "You scared me to death."

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just stroked her long hair.

Zhuo Jian didn't want to cry in front of him, so she could only continue to hold him until she calmed down completely and could control herself.

The elders in the old house only learned the news at night. Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzheng rushed over immediately, "Why did you faint again? Why did your condition get worse?"

"Mom, don't worry, things are not that bad."

Zhuo Jian tried to comfort him.

"How could I not be anxious? How could it be worse? I am just a son, and if something so big happens, someone else should tell me."

Wang Yue started to cry as he spoke.

Fu Zhengzheng patted her shoulder helplessly: "Stop arguing, my son needs to rest now."

Wang Yue thought of what the doctor said and then wiped her tears and said nothing more.

Fu Yanye leaned against the bed and looked at Wang Yue fiercely, knowing that she was worried and confused, but looking at the nervous woman standing aside, he said: "Zhuo Jian."

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian quickly turned around.

Every time he called her, she forgot everything else.

"Get me a glass of water."

Fu Yanye said.

"oh!"

Zhuo Jian hurriedly went to get him some water, fearing that he would be thirsty if he was too late.

Wang Yue watched from the side and felt even worse, but after thinking about it, he still said: "Jian Jian, you have worked hard too."

Zhuo Jian listened and just smiled and said: "Mom, it's not hard for me. Don't worry too much. This time he will be kept in the hospital until he recovers."

Wang Yue felt relieved after hearing this: "Then you must keep an eye on him. We won't listen to him."

"good."

Zhuo Jian agreed, then turned to look at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye also looked at her, smiled fondly at her, and held her little cold hand.

After sending Wang Yue and Fu Zhengyi away, Zhuo Jian returned to him: "Do you feel better now? Do you want me to give you a massage?"

"Do you really think of me as old, weak, sick or disabled?"

Fu Yanye said, holding her hand and letting her lie next to him.
Chapter completed!
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