At this moment, looking at the wound with the flesh turned outward and bleeding profusely, he had only one thought in his mind.
He couldn't let her get hurt again, absolutely not, otherwise he would collapse.
Xunmi felt a little guilty about her husband's constant silence. It was all her fault. If it weren't for her, her husband wouldn't be so sad.
She placed the red card in front of her husband and said with a smile, "He Xu, aren't you happy for me?"
"...Happy." He Xu's heart and eyes were filled with the person in front of him. She seemed to be able to smile no matter what happened.
That kind of smile that makes people feel that nothing can defeat her is so nice. It’s so nice to meet someone like her.
"If you're so happy, don't look so stern. It'll make people misunderstand you."
She threw the red card to her brother, reached out and pinched He Xu's cheek, placed her fingers on the corner of his lips, slid upwards, and created the arc of a smile.
"He Xu is the most charming and handsome when he smiles. I like the way He Xu smiles the most, so please smile for me often, okay?"
Her husband's smile is the most healing thing in the world for her.
He Xu smiled completely subconsciously, with an infinite sense of happiness at being favored.
"Well, He Xu's laughter makes my heart melt." Xunmi's mouth was as sweet as honey. Without her realizing it, she had flirted with He Xu over and over again in front of everyone.
"If you like it, I will smile for you, and only for you."
He Xu didn't notice anything wrong at all, and he couldn't raise any objection to Xunmi's request.
He held the hand that was still on his face, interlocked their fingers, and his eyes were full of sticky pampering.
Xunmi's face was filled with excitement, and she blurted out, "Okay."
I was screaming in my heart and almost threw myself on my husband. My husband's smile is really seductive.
Everyone in the room was upset after being fed a mouthful of dog food. What the hell was going on?
They clearly came to care about Fang Xunmi's hand injury, so how did it turn out like this? They expressed confusion.
The only person who remained calm was the doctor. He treated Xunmi's wound again with a cold face, and started scolding her without caring about her identity.
"Don't you have any sense of self-awareness as a patient? You don't take care of yourself. You think your hand isn't broken enough, right?"
"I'm telling you, your hand is already so bad that the tendons are rupturing again. If it happens a second time, I don't think you'll need it anymore."
Doctors are like caring parents, and what they hate most is the behavior of continuing to consume patients despite knowing the dangers.
Xunmi bit her lip and said nothing, just looking at her hands that had been treated again, with a persistence in her eyes that everyone could understand.
Fang Shuai has now become a mid-level sister complex, and he feels unhappy when he sees someone treating his sister like this.
Grabbing the other person's collar, he yelled back: "Do you think she wants to do this? She was forced to do this."
"How could she not know how important her hands are? She needs you to remind her."
Xunmi hurriedly reached out to pull her brother, only to find that her hands were still held by her husband. She struggled helplessly and grabbed her brother's clothes.
"Brother, calm down. The doctor is just being kind. I'm fine."
Her tone was slightly anxious. She didn't want Fang Shuai to beat anyone up. Fang Shuai already had a bad reputation in K City, and she didn't want him to continue to do so.
Both she and the original owner hoped that one day Fang Shuai would be able to find the path he wanted to take and stop paralyzing himself with these superficial things.
Fang Shuai let go of the collar that was being pulled, his face looked very ugly, but his eyes were filled with deep sadness and grief.
Xunmi stood there in a daze, feeling a little helpless, and called out in a soft voice, "Brother..."
"Sister, I don't understand. I really don't understand." Fang Shuai hugged Xunmi in his arms and buried his head in her shoulder.
She clearly felt the wetness on her shoulder. It turned out that this playboy, who was always regarded as a playboy by outsiders, was actually crying?
She put her arms around his broad back, her face soft and the corners of her lips slightly curved, which had the power to soothe people.
"Brother, I don't understand either, but it doesn't matter. You still have me, and I still have you."
"It's okay. Look, I've successfully taken the first step. There will always be a miracle."
"Believe that God will not abandon us and we will be blessed."
She patted Fang Shuai's shoulder lightly with her left hand, with tiny starlight in her eyes. She was not Fang Xunmi, never had been, so even if she was nervous, she had enough confidence.
I don’t know if this is the first time I’ve encountered parents like this, but the feeling of searching is particularly strong.
Before, they were either very doting, or simply disliked, or simply took advantage of.
But these all have prerequisites, and have never been as elusive as this plane.
He Xu clenched his fists. He really wanted to throw that man away. Even though he was Xunmi's biological brother, he was still an eyesore.
Fang Shuai quickly calmed down and stopped thinking about those trivial things.
It was the turn of the second stage of PK warm-up, and the online voting was being announced, looking for the position that only symbolized the dream throne, waiting for the secrets to be revealed below.
Fang Shuai and others also returned to the front desk to continue watching the game.
He Xu left immediately, saying that he had something to do, and made an appointment with Xunmi to pick her up in the evening.
I just turned on the big screen and was about to select a few more active comments to see how much attention the audience outside the stadium was paying to the game, but the whole screen was filled with messages like "What's wrong with Ms. Fang's hand?"
I feel sorry for Goddess Fang’s hands.
Goddess, please stop painting. Your hands are already covered in blood.
Goddess Fang, you are the best, we will always support you.
Various topics like these overwhelmed the other fans and comments. Xunmi was embarrassed when he saw this fighting spirit.
It turns out that public opinion is the sharpest weapon. It can sting people invisibly but can hurt you to death.
The host was on the stage, trying to smooth things over while chatting with Xunmi from a distance with a smile on his face. The stage setting was a bit special.
In the middle is a long strip of stage, extending outwards on both sides.
On the left is the PK platform, and on the right is the promotion platform. Next to the promotion platform is a lifting platform about half a meter high.
The platform leads directly to a high throne on the second floor, which is the honor given to contestants who directly advance to the finals.
About three meters away, except for three or four steps lower, there were a lot of spectators sitting there.
There were also a few seats arranged not far from her, probably for special guests in the future.
"I'm also curious, Number Eight, what's wrong with your hand? I didn't see you feeling uncomfortable during the last match."
VIVI also responded, saying that she was very optimistic about Xunmi and Fang Niya, and felt that both of them were very good in terms of strength and all aspects.
But after this time, she is more optimistic about Xunmiao. She is too bold and too innovative, yet she fits in so well.
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