Mr. Gao Leng Fu is addicted to doting his wife

Chapter 323

In the afternoon of May in Lincheng, the sun shines at two o'clock, which is the most comfortable time of the day.

Jiang Cheng woke up from his afternoon nap, and was greeted by the initial western sun shining on his body through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The bedroom was quiet, only the ticking of the grandfather clock seemed a bit abrupt, followed by the rustling sound of flipping through papers.

Jiang Cheng's eyes, which had just woken up, quickly followed the sound and looked over. There was a man sitting on the sofa in the backlight.

The same tall and straight.

Jiang Cheng's first instinct told himself that this person was not Fu Yushi.

After a while of identification, Jiang Cheng called out in the direction of the voice: "Dad."

The voice was very soft, as if asking, but also with certainty.

The rustling sound lasted for a while and then stopped completely.

Su Chongyi walked over in a black shirt and trousers, with a trace of surprise and unconcealable joy in his eyes.

These days, he has heard this "Dad" several times, but it was all at Su's house, which made him feel unreal and unreliable.

He was afraid that Jiang Cheng was only calling Su Tianqi before he died and Kang Shuyu who had been by her side all the time. Only now did he truly feel this hard-won "joy".

"Wake up, is it still burning?"

Su Chongyi was one step faster than the question in his mouth, picked up the temperature measuring gun on the bedside table and tapped Jiang Cheng's forehead.

37 degrees.

Fu Yushi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Jiang Cheng slept very hot this time, and felt a thin layer of sweat on her body, and her body was much more relaxed. She simply sat up and rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas to her elbows.

"Your mother is cooking for you downstairs." Su Chongyi twisted a warm towel from the bathroom and handed it to Jiang Cheng.

"Oh, thank you Dad." Jiang Cheng took the towel with a little hesitation, keeping his eyes on Su Chongyi.

Su Chongyi's heart beat quickened by another call from his father, and he had an unnatural smile on his face. When he saw Jiang Cheng's strange eyes looking at him, he restrained himself a little.

"What's the matter? I have something dirty on my face?"

Although Su Chongyi asked so, he just looked up in the mirror when he was laying out towels in the bathroom, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

"No," Jiang Cheng wondered if his brain had become dull, but when Su Chongyi asked him this question, he came back to his senses. "Just because you look so young, you don't look like someone who is almost 50 years old."

Jiang Cheng made amends, which was actually a big truth.

"Hahaha!"

When Jiang Song came up with a bowl of preserved egg and shredded chicken porridge, he opened the door and heard Su Chongyi's hearty laughter.

"The child is sick, can you be quiet!" Jiang Song's first thought was to stop Su Chongyi from laughing.

Su Chongyi walked over to take the porridge bowl from Jiang Song's hand, felt it was still hot, and put the bowl on the bedside table first.

"Chengcheng, look at your mother again." Su Chongyi could not help but pull Jiang Song to Jiang Cheng, pointing at her face and said.

Jiang Song was confused, blinked his big eyes similar to those of Jiang Cheng, and looked at the father and daughter, trying to catch some information from their expressions.

"What are you two doing?" Jiang Song finally asked.

"Don't talk yet, let the child talk about it." Su Chongyi put one hand on Jiang Song's shoulder, looked at Jiang Cheng, eager to know Jiang Cheng's answer.

Jiang Cheng was amused by his flattering words just now, and just stopped, there were still physiological tears in his two big eyes.

"Needless to say, my mother and I walked out the door, but no one thought we were mother and daughter, and some even thought we were twins. Then you say, is my mother young, or am I old? "

Su Chongyi didn't even have to think about the question Jiang Cheng asked, and naturally accepted the first possibility.

Jiang Song was stupefied by the father and daughter again, he shook off Su Chongyi's arm, and handed the gradually warming porridge to Jiang Cheng's hand.

"Drink the porridge, and drink a pair of traditional Chinese medicine later. And what did you just say?" Jiang Song asked, picking up a spoon to feed Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng's eyes glowed.

She couldn't remember the last time her mother fed her.

The mother and daughter felt sorry for their daughter suffering from a fever, and the other was immersed in the baby being taken care of as Xibao. Their eyes met, which made Su Chongyi who was standing beside him feel a little bit apprehensive.

It's rare to get closer to my daughter, why is it so short!

Although he was sad in his heart, Su Chongyi didn't dare to show it on his face.

Afraid of going home and being punished!
In order to gain a sense of presence, Su Chongyi took the initiative to explain what he and Jiang Cheng were talking about just now.

Jiang Song laughed so hard that he almost threw the spoon out, and pointed at Jiang Cheng with his glasses.

The bowl of porridge was finished quickly, and Jiang Cheng felt like he was being revived, so he lifted the quilt and was about to take a bath in his pajamas.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Jiang Song pulled Jiang Cheng back to the bed and gave him a training session.

"The fever has just subsided, why are you rushing to take a bath now? After drinking the traditional Chinese medicine, you will still sweat, so you can't hold on, and then take a bath before going to bed at night!"

"Yes, listen to your mother." Su Chongyi echoed.

May is when the indoor temperature is lower than the outdoor temperature, and the floor heating has also stopped, so Jiang Song naturally can't mess around with Jiang Cheng.

"I'm sweating, it's uncomfortable!" Jiang Cheng acted like a baby.

"That's not OK!"

"mom!"

"You can't even scream, lie back!"

"OK then!"

"I'm not leaving tonight, I have to keep an eye on you!"

"You don't need to stare, Fu Yushi is better than you!" Jiang Cheng sat back aggrieved and whispered.

Su Chongyi shook his head, it was the first time he saw his wife get along like this, he felt fresh and longed for this kind of life.

In the end, Jiang Cheng could only compromise, lay back on the bed and drank a bowl of bitter medicine.

The medicine prescribed by the old Chinese doctor was very effective. By four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Cheng felt much better, and was able to wear a mask and play games with Xibao on the bed.

Although Xi Bao was born prematurely, she was strong and strong, and she didn't lag behind in her big movements. She was able to sit still in just six months.

He was sitting on the bed, pacing up and down with his favorite yellow ball in the hands of the two chubby ones. One of the little yellow balls accidentally slipped out of his hand and flew over Jiang Cheng to the bed.

Jiang Cheng's eyes instinctively looked towards the direction where the ball fell, but she didn't notice that the little guy sitting next to her was going to get his ball. Press one hand to the middle of the stomach, and one hand to the left side of the stomach.

"what!"

In the bedroom on the second floor, Jiang Cheng screamed, startling Fu Yushi, who just came home and was going upstairs, and ran towards the bedroom across the third floor.

Su Chongyi and Jiang Song, who were discussing evening recipes downstairs, also heard the voice, put down the dishes and pots in their hands and rushed towards the second floor.

Fu Yushi pushed the door open and came in, seeing Jiang Cheng hugging his stomach and frowning and humming, while Xi Bao at the side first looked at him with a pair of big eyes, then chirped and stretched out his chubby fingers to point at his little ball, his little butt He pouted and wanted to pounce forward.

Fu Yushi strode forward, picked up Xibao with his big hands, sat next to Jiang Cheng and held her hand.

"Where does it hurt?"

(End of this chapter)