A Different Husband Every Day

On the next morning, the biological alarm clock at 5:30 awakened Rong Fan. As usual, he didn’t make a sound of anything. He ran back in the morning and looked at the room that didn’t belong to him. The end of the bed was empty, and his heart was also empty. In the pure white sky, everything he wants to wear today has been placed in this place at this time, from clothes to socks, ties, and watches and glasses.

Full of emptiness, Rong Fan went to take a shower and entered his room lightly. After ten minutes of tossing in the cloakroom, he took out a set of clothes that he thought was a good match, his clothes since childhood. Zhong's mother, who took care of him since childhood, prepared for him in advance. Since he has a wife, his wife is better at taking care of people than anyone else. His ups and downs, from buying to matching, are all from her hands.

When Rong Fan got dressed, he planned to go into the bedroom to see Xia Ran, but when he thought of her sadness last night, he suppressed his heart, walked down the stairs slowly, and saw a hearty breakfast on the dining table in the large living room. He has no appetite at all.

Since they were married for three years, no matter how early he gets up every morning, as long as he is dressed well, there will be a warm breakfast in that place. His wife has a pair of skillful hands and can make him an intimate breakfast every morning. , Did not repeat the same for a month, and now these breakfasts are indeed exquisite, but they did not give him the appetite he wanted to eat.

Rong Fan wanted to leave, but when passing by the table, thinking of the person she least likes skipping breakfast, he sat down again, and the new breakfast master finally let go of his hanging heart.

Rong Fan hasn't started yet. It's been two months since Rong Fan specially hired Aunt Li to take care of Xia Ran. Then he stepped forward and said, "Mr., Mrs. did not have dinner last night."

"Why are you telling me now?" Rong Fan's eyes were extremely cold for an instant, and he immediately got up and ran back to the room.

Aunt Li was actually quite wronged. She was persuading his wife to eat? But she was not allowed to tell her husband if she didn't eat, and the husband was already asleep, so she could not disturb him.

Rong Fan almost rushed into the bedroom? The door opened? But Xia Ran, who was always asleep, still slept soundly? He couldn't help jumping to the bed, watching Xia Ran's face with an abnormal blush, and reached out to touch her. His forehead? Scorching hot? Turned his head to Aunt Li who followed him up and yelled: "Call, let Doctor Xu come as quickly as possible and tell him that his wife has a high fever."

"Yes, yes." Aunt Li thinks things have happened? It's been two months since she came here? Although her wife didn't give her husband a good face after she came here? But unless she is blind? I definitely can't fail to see that my husband is too nervous about his wife. Are you holding it in your mouth for fear? Holding it in your hand for fear of breaking? Covering it in your heart for fear of boring.

Aunt Li left, Rong Fan was still worried, took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone: "Liang Xuzhou, you can pick up Dr. Xu in person. I only give you ten minutes."

Finished? I didn't wait for Liang Xuzhou to reply? I hung up the phone? Then I went to open the curtains? Only when I found that the window was wide open, and there was a bottle of red wine on the window sill and only one bottom left. I pressed my thin lips? Rong Fan opened the bed curtains and personally called hot water to clean Xia Ran, and then he was taken from an ice pack, placed under Xia Ran’s armpit, and held her quietly: "You can torture me no matter what. Don't hurt you

already. "

His voice was humble begging.