I Woke My Vegetative Husband up at Our Wedding Night!

"Sinian, I don't want to live anymore. Whenever I think of that scene, I... vomit!" Su Ruoqing hugged Fu Sinian's arm, turned her head and retched.

Fu Sinian didn't make a sound, and gave Su Ruoqing some time to calm down.

In the garage, people walked by from time to time, looking in their direction.

"Get in the car first, and I'll take you back."

"Okay." Su Ruoqing nodded like a poor kitten, tightly hugged Fu Sinian's arm and did not let go.

Fu Sinian opened the car door and let Su Ruoqing sit in the back.

"No, I want to sit in the front, I don't want to be alone." Su Ruoqing immediately shook her head in resistance.

Fu Sinian closed the car door and opened the passenger's door.

Su Ruoqing just got into the car.

Fu Sinian had just sat down and hadn't fastened his seat belt yet, when Su Ruoqing hugged his arm again.

"Sit down, it's not safe to drive like this." Fu Sinian reminded him coldly.

Su Ruoqing had no choice but to let go of his arm.

Fu Sinian buckled his seat belt and started the car.

...

Shi Qian looked at the time, and an hour and a half had passed since Fu Sinian sent her a message.

Fu Sinian hasn't come yet.

She didn't know where Fu Sinian came from, and she couldn't tell how long it would take for him to come here.

The noodles were already cold, so she got up and walked to the dining table, and ate by herself.

It just so happened that I was a little hungry.

After eating, I'm going to cook another bowl for Fu Sinian.

If I had known, he would not have come over so soon, and she still had time to cook pork ribs hot, and she wouldn't have really given her noodles in clear soup.

Shi Qian went to the kitchen to prepare again, and added some side dishes.

A little soup boiled in the pot, ready to wait for Fu Sinian to come down.

...

The car was driving steadily on the road. At this time, there was no traffic jam.

Fu Sinian glanced at the phone, unknowingly, so much time had passed.

It was still some distance away from where Su Ruoqing lived.

"Si Nian, can you talk to me? I can't help but think back to the scene just now." After Su Ruoqing finished speaking, she shook her head vigorously, as if in pain.

"I'll play some music."

"No, I don't want to hear it! If you don't want to talk to me, I can tell you, okay?" Su Ruoqing asked pitifully.

Fu Sinian did not respond, but focused on the road ahead.

"Do you still engrave the scene when we first met?"

Fu Sinian didn't answer.

Su Ruoqing glanced at him, and said to herself, "We walked into the same classroom and listened to the same class by such a coincidence, and we happened to sit in adjacent seats. I'm really glad that I mentioned I still have that plush toy handbag, that handbag.”

The first time Su Ruoqing saw Fu Sinian, she was amazed by his appearance and temperament.

After listening to the class, she found that Fu Sinian was holding her plush handbag tightly, and her first thought was that this person might have a mental illness, or something like a fetish.

This also happened to give her a chance.

She didn't say anything, took out a notebook, and took notes quietly until Fu Sinian recovered by herself.

She also successfully obtained Fu Sinian's contact information, and successfully approached him with the major she studied, becoming his psychological consultant.

"I really miss the days when we were together. We watched the dusk, the sunset, the mountains and rivers, and the blue sky and white clouds together. I will never forget those memories."