vrcanaries Chapter 224 I'm sorry I'm late
Chapter 224 I'm sorry I'm late
Only a small lamp was lit in the corner of the ward.
An Ying looked up and saw Fu Chengli's profile flickering in and out of the dim light.
The emotions that had been building up inside me for days suddenly exploded.
An Ying sniffed and called his name in a soft voice.
Fu Chengli
Standing not far away, Fu Chengli curled his lips, seemingly enjoying the way she called him.
He took off his overcoat, which was wrapped in cold air, revealing a black turtleneck sweater underneath.
He walked over to An Ying, scooped her up from the wheelchair, and held her on his lap.
The two of them sank into the soft sofa together.
He took out a few tissues and wiped her tearful eyes.
His dark eyes stared at her intently.
The two of them remained silent, as if by unspoken agreement.
An Ying didn't know why she was crying.
I felt a surge of grievances welling up inside me.
She clenched her fist and punched Fu Chengli in the chest, releasing all the anger and resentment she had accumulated over the past few days.
Fu Chengli chuckled and reached out to grasp her hand that was pounding on his chest.
An Ying tried hard to pull her hand back.
But after several attempts, she failed and only hurt her wound, so she dared not try again.
Fu Chengli's voice was low and slightly hoarse: "I'm sorry I'm late."
An Ying stopped crying, her voice nasal.
"What are you here for?"
Fu Chengli chuckled and said, "Strange."
An Ying looked puzzled: What was he talking about? What was strange? Was her question strange?
Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Someone messaged me in the middle of the night saying she missed me, so I came over, but then she asked me what I was doing here? Isn't that strange?"
An Ying was taken aback.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the hem of her clothes, her cheeks turning from white to red.
He saw the message.
But she withdrew so quickly, how did he see it?
A hint of a smile flashed across Fu Chengli's eyes, his voice slightly sullen.
"You were the one who said you wanted to pause our relationship, and you're also the one who said you missed me, you little devil, tell me, what exactly do you want?"
An Ying bit her lip.
She wanted to pause the relationship at the time because she had just woken up from surgery, and Fu Chengli was standing by her bedside with a look of madness that frightened her.
She wanted to give them both a chance to calm down.
Now that she's calmed down, she finds herself still missing him.
And I want it more and more.
She can't control her mind, what can she do?
Fu Chengli looked at An Ying leaning against him, her head bowed and eyes lowered.
I couldn't help but sigh: it's rare to see her so gentle and obedient.
Fu Chengli raised his hand and gently patted her thin back.
She was already thin, and now, after this unexpected disaster, she has become even thinner.
He couldn't help but feel sorry for her and said, "Alright, alright, why are you crying? I'm back now, aren't I?"
An Ying: "You're back, and then what?"
Was he just visiting someone in the hospital and leaving? Or...?
Fu Chengli replied with a calm expression, "I'll spend the New Year with you, and then I'll take you home."
An Ying suddenly looked up.
Fu Chengli: "Don't you believe me?"
An Ying stared blankly at the man in front of her, and almost subconsciously blurted out, "Can I trust you?"
Fu Chengli replied decisively: "Yes."
An Ying lowered her head, recalling the rumors she had heard from Qin Jinchuan, Fu Yushi, and Huo Ying over the past few days.
An idea just flashed through An Ying's mind.
She thought Fu Chengli had come to say goodbye and break up with her.
Fu Chengli's lips curled up slightly.
“Our Yingying is a child who now has someone to spend the Lunar New Year with.”
An Ying felt a soreness in the tip of her nose.
After saying that, Fu Chengli took out a large red envelope from his pocket.
He chuckled, his tone slightly teasing.
"Here's the New Year's money your brother gave you, take it."
An Ying pushed him away, saying, "I'm not a child."
Fu Chengli forcefully stuffed the red envelope into An Ying's pocket, not allowing her to refuse at all.
He reached out and put his arm around An Ying's waist, then squeezed it.
His dark eyes swept over her intently.
His expression was displeased.
"How did the caregiver take care of you? I paid so much money, and all I got was for you getting thinner and thinner?"
An Ying pushed his hand away: "Auntie takes good care of you, don't talk nonsense."
Fu Chengli snorted coldly.
At that moment, the nurse pushed the door open and came in.
"Patient, it's time to change the dressing."
I saw two people embracing on the large sofa, looking like an intimate young couple.
The nurse chuckled.
An Ying was about to get up, supporting herself on the sofa armrest, when she suddenly felt the hand on her waist tighten.
His other hand hooked behind her knee.
There was a sudden spin.
Fu Chengli lifted An Ying up in his arms.
They carried her directly back to her hospital bed.
The nurse's hand, holding the iodine, froze as she watched this scene.
shocked.
So domineering and assertive, so boyfriend-like...
An Ying's face flushed red.
"Let me go..."