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??Fu Sichen had a long, long dream.
In the dream, he finally caught up with Song Qinrong, and when he was about to hold her in his arms and kiss her, a little wild boar with no face suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Without saying a word, the wild boar knocked over Fu Sichen and ran away with Song Qinrong on his back.
Fu Sichen traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, overcoming thorns and thorns, and almost caught up with the little wild boar several times and snatched his girl back.
But you always fail at critical moments.
Fu Sichen almost broke his silver teeth.
He tried to be patient, studied the surrounding terrain carefully, and even began to deduce the future weather from changes in clouds, making traps one after another to lure the enemy into a trap.
Finally, the little wild boar was lured into the trap.
??Fu Sichen won.
He stood by the trap, looking down at the little wild boar that was so anxious that it couldn't get out, and said in a cold tone: "Stupid pig."
The little wild boar hummed a few times, obviously very angry.
After Fu Sichen was sure that it would not escape, he hurriedly went to pick up Song Qinrong, who had been snatched away by it.
The joy of regaining something spread in his chest, making him want to hug his girl tightly and never let go.
But Song Qinrong said to him unbearably: "Let the little wild boar go."
Let it go?
Fu Sichen¡¯s face froze uncontrollably for a moment.
But how dare he disagree with what the girl said.
We had no choice but to go back to the trap and let the little wild boar out.
"Ouch¡ª¡ª"
As soon as the little wild boar came up, he knocked him down mercilessly.
The back of his head hit the tree trunk behind him, and it hurt so much that stars popped out of his eyes.
The vision in front of me seems to be blurry.
But in this blur, the outline of the little wild boar¡¯s facial features, which had been unable to be seen clearly, gradually became clear¡ª¡ª
It is surprisingly Xiaobao¡¯s face.
The little wild boar with a baby face was snuggling happily in Song Qinrong's arms. When he turned around and saw Fu Sichen with a dead look on his face, he smiled conspiratorially.
"You want to steal my mother from me?"
"Dream!"
¡°¡No, don¡¯t even try to grab it in your dreams!¡±
Fu Sichen was so angry.
A surge of anger surged in his chest, causing him to open his eyes and jump out of bed.
"Wake up, wake up, finally wake up!" came the voice of the fourth junior brother with joy.
Yang Yishu also rushed up and looked at Fu Sichen with a smile on his face: "Just wake up, my little uncle is almost dying of panic!"
I don¡¯t know how much Xiaobao regrets it now. If I had known that my uncle would be so worried about you, he would never have poisoned you.
¡°Alas, tell me about this naughty kid¡¡±
"What's wrong, girl?" Fu Sichen interrupted him directly.
He has been trapped in the nightmare for too long. He is angry and tired, and his forehead and back are covered in cold sweat.
I wanted to settle the score with that little brat, but when I heard the news about Song Qinrong, my attention immediately shifted: "Did something happen to the girl because of me?"
Yang Yishu paused for a moment and lowered his eyes: "You suddenly fainted like this, shouldn't she be shocked?
¡°You can¡¯t move at will, and you don¡¯t even have the strength to speak, but you just jumped out of bed and caught you"
Fu Sichen's breath was stagnant, and his fingertips clenched tightly: "That girl's wound"
"Of course the wound opened again!" The always quick-tongued Fourth Junior Brother had just finished answering when an afterimage flashed before his eyes.
When he rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, the man sitting on the hospital bed had long since disappeared.
Only the ward door creaked, slowly closing and closing with a "bang" sound.
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In the ward, Yang Zhong and others looked ugly, and they were lecturing Third Senior Sister and Xiaobao one after another.
The latter all lowered their heads and stood in the corner to be scolded.
Zhang Yunian was filled with indignation: "Forget it about Xiaobao, the naughty kid is ignorant, Third Junior Sister, what's the matter with you? Do you think we are not chaotic enough now, so we must choose this time to poison him?"
Xiaobao: "?"
Yang Chong¡¯s saliva flew everywhere: ¡°Have you forgotten what the little girl became when she was so obsessed with that man surnamed Fu?
She was even willing to give birth to a son for him! How dare you do it in front of others?Did he poison him? Don¡¯t you know how to avoid the little girl? "
Third Senior Sister nodded humbly: "I know I was wrong. I will definitelyavoid Junior Sister from now on."
Fu Sichen: "?"
Lin Yu was sitting beside Song Qinrong's bed, and when she heard this, she said lightly: "It's best not to do such a thing.
Rongrong has always been smart, it¡¯s not that easy to hide it from her. Once someone reveals some clues to Rongrong"
"Who will reveal it?" Zhang Yunian asked immediately after hearing this. At the same time, he turned back and raised his chin towards Fu Sichen who was standing at the door, "right?"
Fu Sichen:
He really didn¡¯t dare to reveal it.
He would not allow any words that might affect the girl's physical recovery to reach her ears.
Even the entire Rebirth Sect is trying to poison him.
The fourth young master of the Fu family, who had always been sure of victory, felt so aggrieved for the first time in his life. His face became gloomy for a moment, and he walked forward in silence.
"Auntie."
Lin Yu looked up at him.
The man's face and lips were a little pale, and there was a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, obviously from being tortured by the light sleep grass.
"Are you feeling well?" She thought for a while and asked.
¡°After all, it was my grandson who caused the trouble. It would be a lie to say that he doesn¡¯t feel guilty.
Fu Sichen nodded: "I'm fine. Can you let me see the girl?"
Lin Yu was not embarrassed at all and stood up to give up her seat to him.
Fu Sichen hurriedly sat down and looked at the girl in front of him carefully.
Song Qinrong fell into a drowsy state again, her brows furrowed tightly, and she was obviously not sleeping peacefully.
Fu Sichen stretched out his hand and gently pressed it between the other person's eyebrows to smooth out the wrinkles.
The whole ward was silent.
Everyone watched this scene quietly, and no one interrupted them.
Fu Sichen didn¡¯t know how long he looked like this. When he raised his head again, it turned out that everyone who had crowded into the ward had left.
Only Xiaobao was left standing on the other side of the hospital bed, looking at Song Qinrong quietly.
Fu Sichen's mood has calmed down, and now that he sees Xiaobao, he is no longer angry at the beginning.
After all, it is a child that the girl worked hard to give birth to, and she does not look at the face of the monk or the face of the Buddha.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Xiaobao: "Come here."
But Xiaobao took a step back warily: "What do you want to do?"
"I thought someone had already taught you that no matter what, we should shake hands and make peace in front of the girl." Fu Sichen said lightly.
Hearing this, Xiaobao frowned and looked at Song Qinrong, who was still sleeping: "You and I have nothing to shake hands with and make peace. At most, in front of my mother, I just don't mess with you."
"Song Yisheng, do you hate me so much?" Fu Sichen narrowed his eyes.
Although the tone of this sentence sounded normal, Xiaobao felt an inexplicable cold feeling on his back.
He frowned: "Is that possible? There is an irreconcilable conflict between the two of us!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com