Chapter 285: 287 Really Grinding (2)_1
Wen Hua tried to calm her emotions, "Xiaoru, calm down!"
Wen Ru interrupted him loudly, "I can’t calm down!"
Seeing her emotional turmoil, Wen Hua said nothing more, sat beside her, and began to smoke in silence.
Wen Ru lay on the hospital bed, closed her eyes, and said no more, her breathing was difficult, as if it might fail at any moment.
After sitting silently for a while, Wen Hua left the ward and called Wen Nuan, "Have you left yet?"
Wen Nuan had already returned to her room, glanced in the direction of the next door, "We’re back at the hotel."
Wen Hua’s voice came out heavy, "Tell Huanhuan not to come to the hospital these next few days. Take her out for a walk, comfort her, just say your aunt was just angry for a moment, and she’ll be fine after a while."
Wen Nuan felt a little upset upon hearing this; she wanted to ask why, but in the end, she didn’t, whispering softly, "I understand, Dad, my aunt... "
Wen Hua, "All right, let’s leave it at that."
Wen Nuan wanted to ask something else, but the call had already ended.
She sighed, lay down on the bed, and hugged the quilt tightly, thinking how stubborn her aunt was! What about just being Gu Jizhou’s uncle?
Does Sister Huanhuan have to be entwined with that jerk for the rest of her life?
Why should she?
She hated Gu Jizhou so much!
After a while of brooding, she thought of Sister Huanhuan, who must be very upset now, right?
She picked up her phone and dialed Che Huan’s number, "Sister Huanhuan, did you get back to your room?"
Che Huan hummed a reply, looked up at Huo Jinnan, who was helping her apply an ice pack to her face, bit her lip, whimpered, and plunged into his arms.
Huo Jinnan stopped his actions, just letting her embrace him.
It wasn’t long before his shirt was soaked with her tears.
It took a while for Che Huan to sit up straight again; seeing the water stains spreading on his shirt, she blushed, "I... I didn’t mean to."
She had truly fallen in love with him!
But...
"Go to sleep."
That night, she slept peacefully, not suffering from insomnia, resting on his arm.
The next day, as soon as she opened her eyes and saw Huo Jinnan, Che Huan blushed awkwardly.
Che Huan quickly moved a little to the side.
Huo Jinnan glanced at Che Huan and took the phone from the bedside table to order breakfast, "Please send a breakfast to rooms 301, 302, 303, and 308 each."
308?
Che Huan looked at Huo Jinnan.
Huo Jinnan glanced down at Che Huan, "The captain is staying in that room."
Is that so?
She averted her gaze from Huo Jinnan, her voice fluttering in a fluster, "I... I... I’m getting up."
Che Huan lay there silently, feeling the warmth of his fingertips, her heart warming up; suddenly, she had an impulse—how wonderful it would be if she had known him five years earlier?
Her eyes couldn’t help but linger on the man’s handsome features, tracing the contours of his face, which were like a meticulous masterpiece from God, perfect without a single flaw!
Her red lips pressed together involuntarily, her eyes brimming with moisture.
