"Sigh... Get some sleep, and when you wake up... the nightmare will be over..."
As he spoke, he changed the needle and, to An Wanhe's incredulous gaze, fired another shot at Shen Fuyao.
The latter immediately became obedient and fell into a deep sleep without any resistance.
"Dr. Fu..."
"You don't need to know about this. Just tell Bai Puti to inform her teacher to take the person away."
Fu Wanchen put away the tranquilizer gun and said something to the passersby who had gathered there because of the commotion.
Everyone immediately nodded in understanding and gave Wan Chen a thumbs up, saying, "Well done, Dr. Fu!"
...
After the farce ended, An Wanhe borrowed a wheelchair from the hospital and pushed Shen Fuyao back home.
On the way, they also met Chu Moyan, who was going to buy pumpkin porridge for Xiaowen.
"Holy crap! What's wrong with her?!"
"she……"
The young artist repeated what had just happened, and the girl's expression changed instantly when she heard Zhao Jun's name.
After that argument, the two discussed...
"Xiaoyan, what's wrong with you again?"
"Oh? It's nothing, it's nothing..."
Chu Moyan looked at her empty hands and changed the subject, saying, "You take her home first, I'll go buy you breakfast."
After saying that, she turned and left.
The day the girl who shut up regained consciousness, she talked to her teacher and mentioned Shen Fuyao.
Fu Wanchen's expression became noticeably strange. He seemed to want to say something, but ultimately didn't.
He only left one sentence: Okay, while she's in the hospital, I'll keep a close eye on her. Suddenly losing someone important can easily cause psychological problems.
"The murderer who killed Manman has been caught... Fuyao..."
Chu Moyan looked in the direction the young painter had disappeared, then looked up at the cloudless sky…
Everything will be alright! She has to be my companion on my wedding day with Xiaowen…
The girl who had been silent was stunned. Now that she thought about it, she realized that what her teacher hadn't finished saying was probably—
Girl groups with the "star" in their names are getting weirder and weirder. People with normal sexual orientations can't join. They have to be gay like steel wool.
"Pfft~"
She chuckled softly, snapping out of her reverie.
Unconsciously, she recalled how Xiaowen had called her "husband" so sweetly last night, and felt a surge of emotion...
Everyone has their share of twists and turns, some quick, some slow.
Someone like Shen Fuyao is probably only fit to be a bridesmaid!
I absolutely do not believe she is like me!
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