Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated - Chapter 392

  Chapter 392 391 In the dream, he will be a loving father

   From 4:00 pm to 8:00 pm, Mr. Fu counted the minutes and seconds to spend this long time.

  When Mrs. Fu was pushed into the intensive care unit, he seemed to have passed through the water once.

  The whole body is soaked in sweat.

  Wu Jiangbai rushed over, and saw Fu Xiting sitting on the bench outside the ward, his whole body was decadent as if he had just gone through a catastrophe.

  He approached and softly called Fu Dong.

  Fu Xiting’s tired eyes fell on him, his eyes were scarlet and tired like a lion that hadn’t slept for several nights.

   “Shiyue has been controlled by the police.”

  Fu Xiting heard the word time and moon, and regret flowed in his heart.

  If I had known that today would be here, he should not have sent her abroad, but should have let her follow that dog man to find her eighteenth generation ancestor.

   But it was too late to repent at this time: “Let her live.”

  There are many things in this world that are scarier than death. Letting Shiyue die is simply too cheap for her. No matter what pain his wife has suffered, he will definitely take it back from Shiyue twice.

  Moving his wife and children deserves death!

   “Madam?” Wu Jiangbai guessed that Jiang Yi’s current situation should not be very good, but he still couldn’t help asking.

  Mrs. came out.

   Suxin who was waiting at the side looked at him and shook her head slowly.

   Signaled him not to ask.

  In the early morning of this day, Jiang Yi was awakened from a coma by the double pain after childbirth and surgery.

  The cesarean section wound was not far from the knife wound, and the tearing sensation after the anesthetic seemed to pull her soul apart.

  She was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling feebly.

   I remembered a sentence Fu Xiting said in his speech at Capital University in 2008: Pain is the only way to grow.

  At that time, she felt that Fu Dong’s youth pain literature was like the foot wraps of women in the old society. Although it existed, it had no meaning.

   But now, this sentence suddenly flashed in her mind.

  Suddenly felt reasonable.

  How could she transition from the role of wife to the role of mother without going through this pain?

   The only way to go, it really is the only way to go.

   She woke up.

   I vaguely remember meeting Fu Xiting before I fell into a coma.

   She opened her mouth to speak, but found that the sound she could make was extremely weak. With the oxygen mask on her face, all her words turned into hesitant sounds.

  She woke up once, then fell asleep again.

   Until the next day, when the doctor made rounds, she was awakened by voices.

  The long eyelashes trembled.

  The eyes scattered and then gathered, gathered and then scattered.

  I vaguely heard someone calling her softly.

  She struggled to wake up, and what caught her eyes was Fu Xiting in an isolation suit.

  The moment Jiang Yi woke up, the blood in the man’s body seemed to be half still, and the tears in his eyes fell unconsciously. He murmured frequently: “Thank God, thank God.”

   “Where’s the baby?” Compared with Fu Xiting’s murmur, her weak voice was comparable to the moaning of mosquitoes.

   Mr. Fu understands.

  This is his lover, how can he not know what she wants to ask at this moment: “Daughter, she is fat and cute.”

   Mr. Fu said, took out his phone and showed her the photos.

  This photo was sent to him by Yi Tian before he came in.

   Not only are there pictures of the baby, but also crying sounds, trying to make Jiang Yi listen.

  Jiang Yi couldn’t speak, and blinked, but in the blink of an eye, tears flowed down.

  Life! not too bad.

  In the ICU that day, the husband and wife cried together.

  The two wept silently, and the picture moved the world.

  The doctors and nurses on the side couldn’t bear to watch, and turned slowly to look away from the two.

  The doctor next to him glanced at the little nurse, and saw that she lowered her head and sniffed, feeling quite mixed in her heart.

  Who said there is no love in this world?

  Just because you don’t own it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

  Mr. Fu devoted all his attention to his lover, and luckily there was Yi Tian on the little guy’s side.

  Jiang Yi transferred from the ICU to the general ward, three days later.

  Chinese people pay attention to confinement, and all kinds of strange diseases will appear if the confinement is not good.

   During Mrs. Fu’s pregnancy, Mr. Fu learned a lot from others. He was shocked into a cold sweat when he heard the root cause of the disease caused by confinement.

  He had fantasized about thousands of possibilities that would happen to Jiang Yi during confinement, but he never expected it to be this one.

  This is not confinement, this is healing.

  In the ward, the little guy is basking in the sun by the window.

  Jiang Yi struggled from the intensive care unit, was exhausted, and fell asleep.

  Woke up to see Yi Tian teaching Fu Xiting how to hold a baby.

  Small, like a glutinous rice dumpling, Mr. Fu felt that it was a bit hot.

  Jiang Yi returned to Yu Garden from the hospital in mid-October, and most of the confinement period has passed.

  The first thing he did when he returned to Yu Garden, Mr. Fu arranged for a babysitter and confinement wife to take care of the little one.

  With new injuries on his body and longing in his heart, Jiang Yi often has trouble sleeping at night.

   Seeing tossing and turning, he stood up cautiously.

   Lightly leaning on the wall, she walked to the baby’s room.

   Yuesao woke up from her dream when she saw Jiang Yi coming in.

  Jiang Yi was quite embarrassed, and told her to sleep.

   “The baby is very good, and usually sleeps when he is full.”

  Fu Xiting is very particular about his private life, and the person who takes care of the children must be clean. The reason why the confinement wife in front of me can stand here must have been selected through layers of selection.

  She is very clean, very experienced, and good at taking care of children. This is Jiang Yi’s initial impression of her.

  She leaned over and touched the little guy’s soft face, and the confinement sister-in-law pulled the chair aside with insight and let Jiang Yi sit down.

Jiang Yi slowly leaned over and sat by the cradle, looking at the sleeping little guy, the impetuousness and insomnia in her heart were suddenly suppressed, and she suddenly felt that the life at this moment was the real peace of time, The running around in the previous life and the revenge in this life are not important anymore.

  This child brought a new chapter to her life.

   Yuesao looked at the hostess sitting by the cradle in a white dress.

  The long hair is scattered behind the head, and the whole person is quiet and graceful.

  After giving birth, my figure is a little swollen.

   Looking from a distance, it looks even more luxurious.

She seldom saw the hostess in this luxurious and magnificent villa, but every time she saw her, she would always be accompanied by the hostess. Hold her sometimes.

   Pity is almost overflowing.

  She heard from the housekeeper that the husband loves his wife very much.

  It is not the love in ordinary words, but the love that has gone through life and death and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

  She asked Suxin, would she not love her?

   Suxin asked her: Have you heard the story of the dog antelope? When the spouse dies, the other will die too. Both Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu have experienced life and death. They clearly know life and death, but they still choose to love.

  Love is not love for them, but faith.

  Late at night, Mr. Fu had another dream. In the dream, he was standing in the mist, unable to see Jiang Yi, his daughter, and everyone around him. He was alone and shouted into the open environment.

  Suddenly, the fog cleared and the sky dawned.

  He stood in the crowd like a lost antelope.

  In an instant, the man woke up from his dream.

  See the door is wide open.

   A sound of eagerness, panic, and panic sounded.

  The sound came from the corridor to the nursery.

   The little guy in the crib trembled with fright, and then burst into tears.

  Mr. Fu came looking for the voice, saw Jiang Yi reaching out to hold the child, and walked over to stop her movement: “I’m coming, your wound is not healed yet.”

  The man picked up the child skillfully, and gently comforted him: “Hey, Dad is not good, I scared you.”

   “Hey, go to sleep!”

  Fu Xiting is very gentle, and Jiang Yi has always known that when he was a husband, he was completely different from when he was a father.

  The former is a bit fierce, but for the daughter, even though the focus is not on the child during this period, she is still doted on.

   “Mr. Fu, I am very worried that you will become a loving father in the future.”

  Mr. Fu asked his lover softly while coaxing the children: “Isn’t it right?”

   “Not right,” Mrs. Fu shook her head lightly, “Girls need to train her to be independent, otherwise she won’t be able to take care of herself in the future.”

  Mr. Fu laughed, leaned over and kissed his daughter’s forehead: “I work hard to make money so that my child can use the money to hire those who have tried their best to climb to the top to serve her.”

   “Baby, do you want your daughter to follow our old path?”

  Jiang Yi was silent.

   She naturally didn’t want to, but she didn’t quite agree with Fu Xiting’s previous idea.

  When he raised his head and wanted to argue, Fu Xiting walked slowly in the room with the child in his arms, and when he walked under the light, the sweat on his forehead shimmered.

   Mrs. Fu reached out and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Wen Ruan asked him what’s wrong.

  Mr. Fu dare to say?

   dare not.

   Fears come true.

  (end of this chapter)