Love You To The Bones

Beside the French window of the intensive care room of the hospital next door, there stood a slender and cold black figure of a man, silent and silent, so quiet!

Shen Zichuan's two long fingers in one hand put the lit smoke into his thin lips, and the other hand slowly put the mobile phone held in his ear into his trouser pocket. Everything is slow and orderly, just like his deep but wave free sight.

Fang Xiaoran not only didn't answer his phone, but had the courage to hang up

The expression on his face didn't show any emotion, but Fang Yanrong, who was half leaning against the head of the bed, suddenly trembled sharply, and didn't even dare to breathe again.

With her keen intuition, she can be sure that Shen Zichuan must have called Fang Xiaoran just now.

But I don't know why, her obedient and submissive sister who has always been in front of Shen Zichuan hung up his call!

It's death!

However, the more Fang Xiaoran dies, the more she can find a chance to be superior.

Fang Yanrong thought, looking softly at Shen Zichuan's tall and perfect back, and smiling at the corners of her mouth, "brother Zichuan, thank you for coming to see me. The doctor said that for the time being, you can only take out the transplanted kidney and wait for the suitable kidney before transplantation."

The woman's deliberately delicate soft voice woke up Shen Zichuan, who was deep in thought. She turned back and received Fang Yanrong's innocent face with a strong smile. Her cold eyes were soft for a few points, "well, if you bear the pain for more days, I've ordered you to find a matching kidney source for you at any cost!"

Fang Yanrong was relieved and grateful that she no longer insisted on digging out Fang Xiaoran's kidney.

At the moment, Fang Yanrong also heard from the man's words that he was unwilling to donate Fang Xiaoran's kidney. He was unconsciously maintaining Fang Xiaoran's health, and his heart hurt like a tear.

Under the thin quilt, her hands firmly tightened the white sheet under her body, and soon buried the trace of pain deep in her heart. She stared at Shen Zichuan, smiled and looked carefully, vaguely and the shyness of a girl of her age.

"Brother Zichuan, don't worry! Although my sister once did that unfriendly thing to me, it's all over. After all, she's my sister. I'll try to forgive her for not caring about it.

Brother Zichuan, I don't know what happened when I was operated on last time. My sister disappeared from the operating table, and then a woman who had just died gave me a kidney... After all this, I have a little to understand. Is my sister reluctant to donate a kidney to me? Yes, well, who can be willing to dig a kidney for another person? "

As she spoke, Fang Yanrong's lovely little face slowly rolled out crystal clear tears, "I don't blame my sister or you. This is probably my life. Brother Zichuan, in case, I mean, in case I haven't found an organ suitable for me at the last moment of my life, can you... Hold me and let me leave the world slowly in the warmth. Seriously, I don't want to die, let alone leave you. My biggest wish is to marry brother Zichuan You, be the happiest bride and give birth to two or three lively and lovely babies. "

When Fang Yanrong spoke, Shen Zichuan looked calm and smoked quietly. Then, he quietly threw the cigarette butt into the fruit suitcase, walked a few steps, stood by the bed, almost subconsciously frowning, and had a few helplessness, "don't worry, you'll be fine with me."

"What if I can't find it?"

The tears on Fang Yanrong's face burst into tears. Her pale and weak body seemed to drain the blood at once. Her tearful eyes looked at Shen Zichuan redly and didn't pretend to be smiling. She said softly, "brother Zichuan, I'm really afraid that my body can't support it. Maybe at night, or tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I'll close my eyes and never see you again.

So, brother Zichuan, can you... Can you hold me? "

Fang Yanrong, 23, has been spoiled by Shen Zichuan, a mature, introverted, handsome and golden man for six years.

That kind of deep love makes all women in Tongcheng jealous, including Fang Xiaoran.

All the people wondered why Shen Zichuan spoiled Fang Yanrong to his bones, but finally didn't marry her home. Instead, he married Fang Xiaoran, Fang Yanrong's sister.

All the people believed that Fang Xiaoran climbed into Shen Zichuan's bed by any means and shamelessly robbed Fang Yanrong's boyfriend.

Therefore, all people despised Fang Xiaoran, including Fang Yanrong's parents.

But only Fang Yanrong knew that Shen Zichuan's love for her was not as lingering and deep-rooted as the legend.

He can tolerate her being coquettish occasionally, her holding his arm occasionally, or her hugging him occasionally, but he never took the initiative to hug her intimately, nor kissed her lips

Even if she deliberately wore a small sexy perspective dress around him, his calm eyes did not stir up any ripples.

How can a man who has no desire for her body love her?

"Brother Zichuan, hug me, will you?"

Fang Yanrong repressed the complex emotions in her heart. Her young watery eyes looked dimly at the handsome and straight man in front of her and smiled gently.

If the damned old thing of the Shen family didn't design Fang Xiaoran and Shen Zichuan to sleep in the same bed four years ago, all the tragedies behind her wouldn't happen

Shen Zichuan's tall body is like a mountain, standing beside Fang Yanrong, motionless.

Deep vision swept through Fang Yanrong's haggard but still moving face, half leaning against the hospital bed——

It can be seen that during this period of illness, she lost a lot of weight, yellow and skinny, as if she had lost water and was about to wither. The culprit for her poor appearance was Fang Xiaoran, who was stubborn and gave him a headache

He can afford a hug!

Shen Zichuan nodded calmly, bent over, opened his powerful arms, and slowly circled Fang Yanrong's slender waist.

The man's incomparably tall body covered Fang Yanrong's head and fell a large shadow.

After receiving the long-awaited hug, Fang Yanrong's smile quietly bloomed. A pale Cherry Lip appeared in her softness and came to Shen Zichuan's ear, exhaling like orchid.

"Brother Zichuan, thank you. I'm very satisfied. I'm really satisfied. Even if I die at this moment, I'm willing!"

She raised her eyes and looked at the man's good-looking eyebrows, which could almost enter the picture. Her little hand could not help but restlessly touched each other's cold and warm chest and was about to slide down again. Suddenly, the man stretched out two cold fingers and pressed her wrist, obviously not allowing her to continue to move behind.

"Is that enough?"

From beginning to end, there was no confusion in Shen Zichuan's eyes.

Fang Yanrong was inexplicably angry, half coquettish and half tempting, "brother Zichuan, it's not enough. I'll hold you until I grow old together!"

Then, without Shen Zichuan's consent, Lihua looked up with rain, and her soft lips were about to kiss his thin lips.

Shen Zichuan subconsciously glanced over his face. Fang Yanrong's kiss fell on his left cheek and kissed him.

Suddenly, the door of the ward was opened with a click. Xiao Huange dragged Fang Xiaoran in together. The two people were stunned and looked at the drama of exciting kiss. The world was silent for an instant!