Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

I don't know how long it took, but Fu Weiwei slowly woke up while being transfused on the hospital bed.

His vision was a little blurry, and when he looked up, he saw Xilin sleeping dazedly with his head propped up next to him.

"Xilin." Fu Weiwei's pupils shrank, and he woke up almost immediately. He called out his name, but found that his voice was a little hoarse.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered what happened before she fainted.

That woman's always confident and brilliant smile seemed to be provocative, as if it were carrying a sharp knife, piercing deeply into her heart.

And Xilin. Whenever he stood with that woman, his eyes would never fall on him.

Whether it was resentment, hatred, or tenderness, it seemed that all his emotions belonged to that woman. But now, his thoughts and soul have passed away forever with the departure of that woman, leaving only a gentle and empty skin.

It's whose sorrow is hers or his.

Tears gradually blurred her eyes

Fu Weiwei suppressed his voice and cried silently.

She really just wants him to be happy. She doesn't want to force him. She really doesn't want to

The ward was a little deserted. Except for Xilin who insisted on staying, there were only some people left when Fu Qiran left.

Or just to give the two of them space to be alone.

Fu Weiwei knew that her brother-in-law still had important things to do. He had been very busy recently. She didn't dare to ask, and she didn't dare to complain. She was just a little bit confused.

The two people she regarded as the most important did not belong to her in the end. In the end, she was the most miserable one.

Xilin held his face, tilted his head, dropped his chin, and woke up.

"you're awake?"

He was stunned, and was silent for a while after seeing the tears on her face, as if he didn't know what attitude to use to face her, so he curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled a little reluctantly.

Xilin stretched out his right hand with a white leather glove, pulled up the quilt for her, and said in a gentle tone: "Have a good rest. The doctor said that you can't be sad anymore recently."

Not sad? Ask her not to be sad. She wants his sincerity, not his reluctance.

Fu Weiwei watched Xilin peeling apples for her, but the more he did this, the harder his tears flowed.

How did the young master of the Sichaer family learn to peel an apple? Could it be that once, the little girl he loved so deeply held his arm so intimately, pestering him coquettishly, asking him to peel an apple for her?

So. Slowly, once it is fresh, the second time it is ripe. What is he thinking in his mind when he is holding a fruit knife and lowering his head to peel an apple for himself? Is it the same scene when I was peeling apples for that girl? What I miss in my heart is still her.

Fu Weiwei felt that she could not pass this hurdle. She could not forget the confident and proud look in that girl's eyes. That scene lingered in my mind. She was smiling, with a face like a flower, but like a devil.

Every time I see him, I can't help but imagine the sweet love scene between him and that girl.

He has never let go of her, so who is he? She also really wants to find a man who can peel apples for her wholeheartedly. If he doesn't know how, she can teach him.

Rather than wallowing in self-pity here.

Fu Weiwei opened his eyes and watched as his tears fell on the quilt and sheets beside him, gradually getting wet.

She said softly, using the little strength she had left: "Cancel the engagement, cancel it, Xilin."

Xilin was stunned for a moment, and then handed her the peeled apple. His voice was still so gentle but made her feel extremely cold: "You are already awake, why are you still talking nonsense?"

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm serious," Fu Weiwei smiled wryly to himself, but still reached out to take it, "Let's cancel the engagement, Xilin."

The air around him was silent for a moment.

Fu Weiwei looked at his face, not missing the slightest change in his expression, and couldn't help but smile bitterly at his own self-humiliation.

"Is it because of me and Jiaoyang?"

"I"

"Will your uncle agree, or is it your own decision?" Xilin raised his head, his soft lips, and his eyes were gentle and cold, "If he is not angry and agrees, then I have no problem here. Since you mind, then I I don’t want to force you.”

The man's face was pale and bloodless, and his lips raised in self-mockery: "After all, who wants to marry someone who can't even control his fiancée, who is cuckolded one after another, who knows nothing about it and dare not speak out? There’s no use for a man.”

"Xilin is not a useless man!"

Fu Weiwei was stunned and quickly retorted, "Yes, that woman is too hateful!"

His eyes looked over, and Fu Weiwei froze, clenching the fist that was not on the intravenous drip: "I, how could I care about what you did before? It's too late to feel sorry for it. But... I know you have never let go of that. Woman, so, I.”

She bit her lower lip: "Maybe I don't want to force you."

Xilin's eyes were a little distracted, falling into memories. Didn't he let go? He really thought that he had let go. He was strong enough to let go of that woman, but in the end he found that everything was just self-deception.

"you're right."

Fu Weiwei, who had been holding his heart in his arms, heard his final answer and completely lost his last hope.

Her eyes darkened.

"I admit that I still can't forget that woman until now," Xilin raised the corners of his lips, his smile a bit forced and bitter, "But just now, when your brother-in-law and I swore that I would treat you well in this life, Make amends for the harm caused to you.”

Fu Weiwei suddenly raised his head.

"Perhaps I still can't promise you that I can forget her, but I will definitely be good to you and try my best to forget that woman. If it doesn't work in one year, I will use two years. If it doesn't work in two years, I will use it in three, four, or five years. Years, ten years. One day, I will let her go completely."

Xilin looked at her: "This is my promise to your brother-in-law in the name of Si Chaer."

"Uncle." Fu Weiwei's eyes turned red again. She really didn't know that her uncle, who was usually indifferent to her, was secretly taking care of everything for her.

"Is it really possible?" Her voice sobbed, "I'm not asking you to completely forget that woman, but when she stands in front of you, don't choose to ignore me anymore. After all, I am your fiancée. I just want to make myself less pathetic."

Fu Weiwei finally couldn't help it, covered his face and burst into tears.

Xilin stepped forward to protect her and let her lean on his arm. His voice was gentle and apologetic, suppressing a certain part of his heart that hurt so much that he couldn't breathe: "I'm sorry, there won't be another time."