"I gave him depression medicine in the morning, but he didn't take it." The doctor frowned, "You can't do it without medicine!"

Mrs. Fu: "I'll have a good talk with him tomorrow."

Doctor: "I heard that he listens to Qin An'an more, or..."

"No! She has caused my son to become what he is now. This woman will only bring misfortune to my son!" Madam Fu said emotionally.

Doctors declined to comment.

He is only responsible for Fu Shiting's physical condition.

"I know you didn't mean to speak for Qin An'an... Let's talk about it tomorrow! Let's see if he can listen to me." Mrs. Fu quickly compromised.

She hopes that her son will get better soon, and everything else can be put aside.

......

After Qin Anan took a bath, she walked to the window and glanced at the snow outside.

The ground has turned white, like a layer of silver, and the night suddenly brightened a bit.

An impulse surged inside.

She picked up her phone and wanted to call Fu Shiting.

I want to hear his voice.

After thinking about it, she was afraid that he would not answer the phone, so she changed to send him a voice.

Even if he can't hear his voice, let him hear her voice and let him know that she has been thinking about him all the time.

After sending the voice, she went to the living room, took out the wool, and started knitting.

The world is quiet, and the heart is also immersed.

At two o'clock in the night, Fu Shiting was awakened by a nightmare.

His forehead was covered with hot sweat, and there was a rare fear in his eyes.

These days, he dreams every night that he is dead.

It's not the scariest.

What is terrifying is that in the dream, his body was incomplete, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his face was unrecognizable.

He's turned into a puddle of rotten meat!

All around him were flies and bed bugs.

Every time he wakes up, he hates himself so much!

He found the phone, turned it on, and checked the time.

He accidentally opened WeChat with his finger, and Qin An'an's head appeared in his eyes.

With trembling fingers, he opened her dialog box and saw the voice she sent.

He turned his voice on, and her voice flowed out��

��Fu Shiting, it�s snowing today, have you seen it? I heard that you were discharged from the hospital today, I hope you recover quickly! I want to call you, but I'm afraid of disturbing you, so I send you a voice. Show you the snow on my side!

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When he clicked on the picture, he saw white snow all over the place.

His Adam's apple moved, and the shadow from the nightmare was suppressed.

He clicked on her voice over and over again, listening to her clean and crisp voice, his heart controlled by the disease gradually became peaceful.

a week later.

Fu Shiting appeared in ST Group.

He was in a wheelchair with a light wool blanket over his legs.

His face was as cold and noble as ever, and he exuded an aura that no strangers should approach.

Without looking at his legs, it's hard to imagine that he nearly died two weeks ago.

After he entered the office, assistant Zhou Ziyi immediately reported his work to him.

At the end of the report, Zhou Ziyi asked, "Boss, what would you like to drink? Coffee? Or milk?"

Fu Shiting's thin lips parted lightly: "Coffee. Call Tang Qian." JrNovels.com