On the Day of My Blind Date, the Military Young Master Dragged Me to Report for Marriage

Shi Nian flash-married! Her flash marriage partner was a "special police officer" bursting with a sense of security!

On the night of their flash marriage, her military officer husband...

Chapter 62: Have you had enough of acting? I want a divorce

Shi Nian pursed her lips and said nothing. Feng Sihan knew that she was in a bad mood, so he let her pull him out of the hospital.

Suddenly, Shi Nian stopped.

Feng Sihan asked, "Nian Nian, what's wrong?"

"No, I'm worried. I need to go back."

Feng Sihan did not dissuade her, but only said, "I'll go with you."

Several cracks appeared on Shi Nian's strong mask. She took a deep breath and ran back to the ward.

The door was not closed tightly, and Shi Nian stood at the door but did not go in immediately.

Zhang Jiahao's attentive voice came from inside.

"Xiao Wei, come and drink some water."

"My mother is old and confused. I am sorry for you and the baby. You should blame me and hate me."

"Xiao Wei, I will treat you well in the future. If you don't want your parents to live here, I will send them back to the countryside next week."

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll go downstairs and buy it for you. I'll buy you some millet porridge. The doctor said you need to eat light food. Haven't you always wanted to go to the beach? When you feel better, I'll apply for a day off and drive you and Chenchen out to play..."

Shi Nian felt a tightness in his chest, raised his hand, and then put it down.

She didn't push the door open, but turned and left.

Feng Sihan followed her silently, holding her hand and silently comforting her.

In the ward, Shi Wei interrupted Zhang Jiahao, "Have you had enough of acting?"

"Xiao Wei, I'm not acting. I sincerely regret it. I will make it up to you and Chenchen in the future. Please forgive me this time."

"You say that every time."

Shi Wei clutched the sheets tightly, her eyes red, "You killed my child, I will never forgive you."

Zhang Jiahao was anxious, "Xiao Wei, it was really an accident. My mother...she just doesn't want another granddaughter. If she knew you were pregnant with a boy, she would definitely not drug you behind your back."

He paused and coaxed, "Take good care of yourself, we will have a son again."

Shi Wei glared at him with red eyes and said hatefully, "You were the one who served me porridge this morning."

Zhang Jiahao pursed his lips and said, "I served it, but the porridge was cooked by mom. Xiaowei, please trust me again. I really didn't know mom was going to drug me."

"I'm not the only one drinking porridge. Do you believe what you said?"

Zhang Jiahao lost his patience. "Shi Wei, that's enough. What do you want?"

"I want a divorce."

Zhang Jiahao's expression changed instantly, "I don't agree!"

Shi Nian got into the car, depressed and silent.

The little girl was unhappy, and Feng Sihan was also unhappy.

He broke the silence, "Shall we eat out tonight?"

"No, I have no appetite."

The car was silent for a moment. Shi Nian sighed softly and said, "Si Han, do you want to eat outside? If you want, I'll accompany you."

Feng Sihan could eat anywhere, but he suggested eating out only because Shi Nian loved food and he hoped that eating some delicious food could make her feel better.

"I'll listen to you."

Shi Nian sighed softly, "Then let's go home and eat. I want to rest early and get up early tomorrow to go to the hospital to see my sister."

"OK."

"I won't be doing morning exercises or going to the training room these days. When my sister is feeling better, we'll go together."

"I will always be with you."

Shi Nian's heart was beating fast, and the corners of his eyes turned red for a moment.

Although Feng Sihan looks cold, he is actually very thoughtful.

The anxiety in Shi Nian's heart gradually subsided, leaving only emotion.

Her eyes filled with tears, "Okay."

After returning home, not long after the two of them had dinner, Shi Nian fell asleep.

She had a messy dream all night and woke up suddenly.

It was still dark outside the window, and a tall figure was standing beside the bed.

Shi Nian was startled and her heart almost stopped.

She hadn't completely woken up from the dream yet, and the shadow of Li Youcai sneaking into her room in the middle of the night enveloped her again.

Shi Nian's breathing was rapid. He hurriedly pulled the quilt over to block in front of him, stared at the black shadow vigilantly, and said in a trembling voice, "You, don't come over here!"

Feng Sihan was hurt by her actions, and he didn't intend to do anything to her at first.

"Niannian, you had a nightmare and kept crying and calling for your sister."

Shi Nian heard a familiar voice, leaned over to turn on the desk lamp, and saw Feng Sihan's worried face. Her chaotic heartbeat slowed down.

She touched her face and found her hands were wet and cold. Then she came to her senses and understood what Feng Sihan said.

Feng Sihan poured a cup of hot water for Shi Nian. Seeing that she seemed to have recovered, he said in a low voice, "Niannian, you don't have to be afraid of me. I won't force you to do anything you don't like. I kept calling you outside just now, but you were in a nightmare and didn't respond. I was worried about you, so I came in to wake you up. I apologize if I scared you. I'm sorry, I was abrupt. I'm leaving now. If you're scared, just turn on the lamp. I'll be outside and you can call me."

Shi Nian was still in a daze. This was the first time Feng Sihan had spoken so many words to her in a row.

By the time she reacted, he had already closed the door and left.

Shi Nian held the cup of hot water, the heat reached her heart, and she completely calmed down.

In the dream, her sister was covered in blood and left her forever.

Shi Nian has not yet gotten over the grief.

She took a breath and placed the glass of water on the bedside table.

Feng Sihan just said so much to her, but she didn't respond. It's because she hasn't recovered yet.

She didn't want him to misunderstand, so she thought it would be better to explain it as soon as possible. What if she delayed explaining it until they met in the morning and she forgot again?

Shi Nian picked up the phone and opened the chat box with Feng Sihan.

[Si Han, I'm not mad at you for barging in. You don't have to apologize to me. I should thank you for waking me up.]

The user name above the dialog box suddenly switched to the other party typing.

Shi Nian's heartbeat started to speed up again. He hadn't rested yet...

The phone vibrated, and Shi Nian pulled herself out of her thoughts and hurriedly checked the reply.

[It's still early, sleep a little longer. ]

Shi Nian felt warm in his heart and put down his phone.

She didn't turn off the desk lamp and lay there with her eyes closed for a long time, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

As long as she closed her eyes, her sister's painful face covered in blood from the nightmare would appear in her mind.

Shi Nian tossed and turned, lying there for who knows how long, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Maybe it was because she just drank a glass of water, she really wanted to go to the bathroom.

Shi Nian pushed open the door and saw the figure on the sofa, and was stunned for a moment.

Feng Sihan...why is he sleeping on the sofa?

Could it be that he was afraid that she would be scared, so he didn't go back to the bedroom...

The curtains in the living room were drawn tightly and the lights were not on.

Shi Nian could only see a rough outline with the light from the desk lamp.

Feng Sihan didn't say anything. Was he asleep?

Shi Nian walked lightly and took two steps forward before she noticed that he was not covered with a blanket.

She frowned slightly. The temperature was fine when the sun was out during the day, but it dropped at night. Feng Sihan was wearing thin home clothes. What if he caught a cold?

Shi Nian returned to the bedroom, walked to the sofa with a blanket in her arms, and covered him with it while holding her breath.

She was about to leave quietly when she raised her head and suddenly met Feng Sihan's eyes.