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Accepting My Massive Inheritance After Divorce
Chapter 233 - I’m a Little ThirstyChapter 233: 233 I’m a Little Thirsty
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Shen Yan’s gaze fell on Fu Hang, and she implied, “Call Secretary Lin.”
Fu Hang took out his phone that was drenched in water. He pursed his lips and stated, “My phone isn’t working anymore.”
Shen Yan called Lin Nan directly. Seeing Fu Hang’s pitiful look, she had no choice but to bring him back to her home temporarily.
“This is the bathrobe I prepared for my father. He hasn’t used it before, so take a shower first and change into them,” Shen Yan said impatiently, as she handed the bathrobe to him.
“Thank you.” Fu Hang took the bathrobe and went into the shower.
Shen Yan sat on the couch and looked at the pendant in her hand, which seemed to have some wear and tear on it. It seemed to have been worn by someone for a long time.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhy did Fu Hang give her a pendant that someone else had used?
It was really strange.
Shen Yan casually threw the pendant onto the table and got up to pour herself a glass of red wine. Suddenly, a strange image flashed in her mind.
Fu Hang was hugging her tightly in a small room.
“Yanyan, don’t be afraid. I’m here. I’ll always protect you!”
‘Was that Fu Hang’s voice?
Smash!
‘The sound of the glass of red wine shattering on the ground made her collect her thoughts.
Shen Yan looked at the broken shards by her feet. The red wine had stained the white carpet, and the blood soaked in it made it a shocking sight.
“What happened?” Fu Hang came out of the bathroom anxiously. He had only covered his lower body as he was in a hurry.
“I-I’m fine.” Shen Yan snapped back to her senses and glanced at Fu Hang. Her gaze landed inadvertently on the wound on Fu Hang’s shoulder. She frowned slightly and asked tentatively, “Your arm!”
“Your foot is injured,” Fu Hang uttered and walked to her. He bent down to pick her up and placed her on the couch at the side. He frowned and inquired, “Where’s the first aid kit?”
Shen Yan’s gaze was focused on his wound. Initially, she thought that Wang Xue was spouting nonsense, but she felt a little uncertain now that she had seen his wound.
She had checked the internet before, but she found no news of Fu Hang being shot.
“It’s on the cabinet,” Shen Yan replied absent-mindedly.
Fu Hang took the first aid kit and helped Shen Yan clean her foot carefully. He heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing that she was uninjured.
“The wound on your arm…” All of her attention was on his wound.
“This?” Fu Hang glanced at his wound and stared at Shen Yan. “I was accidentally hit by a stray bullet on the honeymoon.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShen Yan retracted her foot in a panic. Fu Hang had only been married once, and they only had gone for one honeymoon. Why could she not remember what happened on their honeymoon?
She knew that she went on a honeymoon, but she could not remember anything that happened during their trip.
“Why don’t you take a shower first.” Shen Yan felt that her heart was in a mess. She had the feeling that something similar had happened in the past, but she could not remember anything.
“Well, don’t move around.” Fu Hang did not know what she was thinking, and he just did not want to anger her. “Don’t hurt your feet again.”
Then, he went into the shower again. However, he came out five minutes later in his bathrobe. He walked up to Shen Yan, picked up the pendant on the coffee table, and placed it directly on her neck.
At that moment, Shen Yan was preoccupied with her thoughts, so she did not notice Fu Hang’s actions.
Shen Yan was half lying on the couch. Her eyelids were getting heavier, and it seemed that she was drunk.
“I feel a little thirsty!”
Hearing this, Fu Hang got up and walked to the kitchen. He brought over a glass of honey water and reminded, “Don’t drink any more next time. You don’t have a high tolerance.”
Shen Yan reached out to take the glass of water, but Fu Hang did not loosen his grip. Thus, her hand rested on the back of his hand momentarily.
His hand was very warm and gave her a sense of security.
She still remembered how a spirited young man pulled her out of her dismay that year…