Delicate and difficult to coax, the sick and spoiled son pinches his waist and spoils him wildly

Chapter 336
Jiang Wu returned to the house and first went to Shen Fu's room.

It was rare that this person didn't lose his temper today. When he saw her coming, he glanced at her from the book like a charity, and then lowered his eyes to the book in his hand.

Seeing that there was nothing strange about him, Jiang Wu left.

On An Yi's side, Fangrong was about to feed An Yi porridge.

Glancing at the porridge that was put to his lips, he smiled and said in a somewhat unfamiliar tone: "I'll do it myself, I won't bother you."

Seeing him struggling to reach out to take the porridge bowl in his hand, Fang Rong couldn't help but blush.

They were obviously a couple, but secretly she always looked neither salty nor cool to each other.

"I'm your wife, and this is what I should do. It's no trouble at all." She felt aggrieved. Seeing that he seemed unwilling, she didn't let go, and still insisted on feeding him porridge.

Unable to resist her, An Yi frowned incomprehensibly, and had no choice but to follow her and swallow the porridge.

The two of them were very close to each other, but they were as quiet as in a depressing cage.

She wanted to talk to him several times, but every time Fang Rong raised her eyes cautiously, seeing An Yi's lowered eyes with a cold expression, she didn't dare to disturb him.

When Jiang Wu arrived, the porridge bowl had already reached the bottom. Fang Rong packed up the porridge bowl and took it out with red eyes, obviously feeling uncomfortable.

"See the County Master." When she saw Jiang Wu, she blessed her body, bit her lip and headed towards the kitchen.

Frowning slightly, Jiang Wu entered the room.

An Yi lay flat on the couch, with a handsome face. He didn't know what he was thinking, he was in a daze.

Being able to save a life, An Yi was undoubtedly grateful to Jiang Wu.

He also knew Fangrong's affection for him, but he had no feelings for her, and he could not respond to her feelings.

"An Yi, how are you recovering?" Jiang Wu asked softly, pulling An Yi back.

Seeing Jiang Wu coming to see him, she secretly smiled and said lightly: "County Master, don't worry, my subordinate is in good health. These injuries will be fully recovered in a short time."

"That's good." She nodded, hesitated for a while and then said, "I saw Fang Rong went out with red eyes just now, what are you doing?"

An Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "My subordinate is not sure. She must have had random thoughts again."

"There are some things I shouldn't say more, but I still want to remind you." Jiang Wu sighed slightly, "Since you and Fangrong are married, you should be nicer to her anyway."

After a moment of silence, An Yi spoke in a hoarse voice: "I understand."

Jiang Wu checked his injuries again, told him to take a good rest, and then left.

When Jiang Wu's back disappeared completely, An Yi's eyes, which had been struggling to regain their composure, dimmed instantly.He struggled to take out the handkerchief from under the pillow and gently unfolded it, with deep sadness and loneliness in his eyes.

Everything in the world seems to be in complete silence.

Memories hurt, feelings hurt, and he seemed to be the only one left alone in the world.

Because of Jiang Wu's instructions, An Yi's attitude towards Fang Rong became better. He no longer refused her care and responded to her from time to time.

Feeling that An Yi was accepting herself, Fang Rong's brows and eyes were filled with smiles.

In the evening, Fang Rong was afraid that eating plain porridge in secret would make her tired, so she specially added some nourishing tonics and honey to make it fragrant.

After the porridge had cooled down, he walked into the dark room full of expectations.

She believed that as long as she was always by his side, Yami would be able to discover his goodness.

"An Yi, I made some nourishing porridge for you. Come and try if it tastes good." Fangrong

Carrying the porridge, Wan walked into the house with a smile. "Okay." An nodded and agreed, letting him feed the porridge into his mouth.

As soon as she swallowed the porridge, Fangrong looked at him expectantly, not wanting to miss a trace of his expression.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" She spent a long time cooking the porridge.

Fang Rong's cooking skills were average, so she asked the kitchen chef for advice, and it took her two hours to cook this bowl of porridge.

Seeing her bright eyes and looking at him with an expectant look on his face, An An was stunned for a moment before saying, "Yeah, it's delicious."

Even though his attitude was not enthusiastic, Fangrong felt very happy after receiving his approval.

"Then I'll cook it for you tomorrow." She said with a smile and finished the porridge in one mouthful.

Yami just nodded and didn't answer.

After putting away the porridge bowl, Fangrong supported the pillow for him, hoping to make him lie down more comfortable.

Noticing Fang Rong's movements, An Yi was stunned for a moment before reacting. Just as he was about to stop her, the pillow was already pulled up by her, revealing a white embroidered handkerchief underneath.

Fangrong didn't think much about it at first, she just thought it was an ordinary veil.When I looked past it, I accidentally discovered that there was a cluster of green bamboo embroidered on the handkerchief.

It is unknown who the owner of this veil is.

Fangrong suddenly turned pale, glanced at An Yi who was at a loss, pulled out the handkerchief with trembling hands, and walked quickly out the door.

Cuizhu was waiting in Jiang Wu's room when she suddenly saw Fang Rong walking towards her with a white face. The two of them were stunned.

Before the two of them could say anything, Fang Rong threw it on Cuizhu like a handkerchief, and asked in a hoarse voice: "We are already married, can you stay away from An Yi?"

The two of them still didn't know why. Cuizhu looked down and saw the bamboo embroidered handkerchief on the ground, and his face turned pale.

She pursed her lips, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Seeing her reaction, Fangrong felt that she was guilty, and she became more and more angry.

"Cuizhu, I'm begging you, don't disturb our lives anymore, okay?" She was a little helpless and mad.

"Is there some misunderstanding?" Jiang Wu frowned. She knew that Cuizhu had always been a very measured person.

Cuizhu was about to explain when she saw An Yi coming in panting while holding on to the wall with difficulty.

A handsome face was drained of blood from pain. He glanced at Cuizhu's pale face in panic, and then at the tear-stained Fang Rong beside him, feeling that his head was about to explode.

"It's all my subordinate's fault. Please forgive me, County Lord." He touched the wound on his body and frowned in pain, "This handkerchief was left privately by my subordinate. It has nothing to do with Cuizhu. It's my subordinate's business." Thoughtless."

He looked at Fang Rong on the side again, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if he was slightly sad: "Stop making trouble, I promise I won't do it again in the future, and I will definitely keep a distance from Cuizhu in the future."

After hearing An Yi's assurance, Fangrong put away her tears.

The two of them talked to Jiang Wu, and Fangrong helped An Yi leave.

Glancing at the pale and shaky Cuizhu next to her, Jiang Wu sighed helplessly: "You should also go back and rest."

Cuizhu responded dully.

Early the next morning, Jiang Wu came to Shen Fu's room and prepared to take him to the backyard for recovery.

After helping him install the prosthesis, Jiang Wu pushed him to the backyard and turned away the others.

After helping him up from the wheelchair, Jiang Wu took a step back and said, "Your Majesty, try to take a few steps on your own."

(End of this chapter)