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He was probably still angry with her. Zhuo Jian held the phone and looked at the anxious eyes of the old couple, so she could only dial his number.

No one answered the first call, so Zhuo Jian called again at the begging of the station manager's wife.

But someone picked up: "Ajian?"

"Brother Su Bai?"

Zhuo Jian sounded a little surprised.

"You called just in time. I wanted to find you. Yan Ye had a car accident and was admitted to the hospital last night."

"What?"

When Zhuo Jian heard this, he stood up in fright: "How is he doing now? Which hospital are you in?"

"I lost an arm. I woke up once in the morning, and now I'm passed out again. How about we talk about it when you get here?"

Su Bai looked at the cold and neatly dressed man on the hospital bed and asked the person on the phone.

"I'll go right away!"

——

Zhuo Jian took the director's car and quickly arrived at the hospital.

It was a bit windy outside, so she ran inside in a hurry, her hair being blown around.

Outside the high-end ward, Su Bai raised his eyes when he heard the footsteps. When he saw her coming, he knew that she must be anxious. He thought to himself, is this not love anymore?

"Brother Su Bai, how is Fu Yanye?"

Zhuo Jian wanted to enter the ward immediately, but Su Bai had already hugged her shoulders.

"The situation is not very good now..."

Su Bai hugged her and said something, which made her face turn pale with fright.

"Then I'll go back first. You stay here with him and don't irritate him. The doctor said he can't have too many mood swings now."

"Okay! Brother Su Bai, his arm..."

"Hey! Your parents-in-law don't know about his injury yet. It's up to you whether you want to tell her or not. I can only help here."

"..."

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but frown after watching Su Bai shake his head and walk away.

She decided?

What to decide?

Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at the dark door, feeling even more nervous.

She opened the door gently and saw the person inside wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers lying on the bed, her heart was pounding wildly.

She comes closer!

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person with his back to him. His arms...

Is it that one?

Then he pressed it like that...

"Young Master Ye?"

Zhuo Jian called softly.

The man lying on the bed didn't move.

Zhuo Jian reached out and gently held his shoulders and arms, whispering: "Don't sleep like this!"

Fu Yanye just turned around reflexively.

Zhuo Jian slowly let go, feeling a little unaccustomed to him being so obedient.

but……

Fu Yanye stared at her with dark black eyes and asked, "Who asked you to come?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say for a moment. She felt extremely distressed now, thinking that it would definitely hurt even more if he lost his arm.

But when I look up...

Huh?

Both of his arms are still intact?

She couldn't help but bend down, raised her hand to pinch his side, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Bai only said that it was useless, but did not say that it was gone.

Zhuo Jian thought that he really had random thoughts, but he still couldn't help but pinched it gently: "Don't you feel it at all?"

Fu Yanye just stared at her, still so indifferent.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Well, don't be angry or reasonable with someone who has no feeling in his arm. She sat down next to him and asked him: "Why did you suddenly have a car accident?"

"Do you care?"

Fu Yanye asked coldly.

"I care!"

Zhuo Jian nodded.

Fu Yanye looked at her with a deeper look, and she had to explain: "Even if we can't become husband and wife, aren't we still in a relationship with our exes?"

You should be concerned about it.

"roll!"

Fu Yanye said a cold word, then turned his back to her.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

One morning, no doctor or nurse came, just the two of them.

One was lying on the bed and the other was sitting on the sofa, not moving.

Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang at noon. Zhuo Jian glanced at the bed again and couldn't help but ask him: "Are you still hurting?"

Fu Yanye turned his back to her, his long black eyelashes fluttering, but still didn't reply to her.

"How about I order something for you to eat? It's already past twelve o'clock."

Zhuo Jian said again.

But Fu Yanye just ignored her. Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly and called him softly: "Young Master Ye?"

"roll!"

"..."

Did he use this word today?

Zhuo Jian thought of what Su Bai said to her, and felt that she should understand his irritability. He had always been so strong, but his arm was suddenly disabled. He definitely couldn't accept it. It was good to be able to lie quietly like this.

"I know you're in a bad mood right now, but I ordered something, would you like to take a bite?"

"..."

This time Fu Yanye didn't tell her to get lost. Zhuo Jian opened Meituan, thought about it after ordering, and then made a note that Fu Yanye ordered.

Zhuo Jian later put the phone in his pocket, poured a glass of water, walked around to the other side, looked at his dark eyes open, and thought to himself, I thought you were pretending to sleep with your eyes closed.

"Drink some water? You haven't had anything to drink all morning."

Fu Yanye glanced at her, then looked up at her: "Why don't you leave?"

"I want to leave, but if I leave, who will take care of you? And..."

Zhuo Jian remembered the instructions from the director and his wife, and looked at him a little embarrassed.

Fu Yanye then sat up, looked at her coldly with his dark eyes, and took the glass of water from her.

Seeing that he was willing to accept the water glass she gave, Zhuo Jian felt a little calmer. She looked at him with gentle eyes for a while, and found that he was much haggard, and her heart began to ache again.

"what else?"

Fu Yanye took a sip of water and asked her.

Zhuo Jian came back to his senses and replied: "The station director was taken advantage of what happened the night before. Can you stop looking for someone to put pressure on him? What else can he do if he resigns at his age?"

After hearing this, Fu Yanye turned to look at her: "Is your kindness only for everyone except me?"

"..."

Why did Zhuo Jian feel that his words seemed sick?
To be continued...