No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Fu Yanci is good at everything. In terms of personality, he is gentle and elegant. He is infinitely more affable than Mr. Shao. In terms of resourcefulness, no one can match him. In terms of looks, he is not even as good as a movie star. But he is in poor health. From Miss Zhao's perspective, she is extremely weak.

There is no way to compare with Young Master Song who has been hanging out in romantic places all year round. Not a single one of his chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps are destined to him.

When Young Master Song whined like this, Miss Zhao frowned at first, then glanced at him: "Why do you suddenly have a stomachache?"

"I don't know, could it be that I ate something bad?" Young Master Song's acting was so exaggerated that he almost lifted up his white shirt.

Zhao Zhixi is just innocent and not a fool. Can't you tell that he is really sick or fake? However, she has no intention of exposing him. She just said lightly: "Lie on the bed first and let me take a look."

"Oh." Young Master Song couldn't wait to lie down. He had already grasped the hem of his shirt with both hands, ready to lift the corners of his clothes and show off his chest and abdominal muscles. Of course, if conditions allowed, he would also like to show off his chest and abdominal muscles. biceps brachii.

Young Master Song was lying on the bed obediently. Zhao Zhixi was about to go around to the other side of the big bed. After only taking two steps, Fu Yanci spoke: "Xiaoxi, help me lift the needle."

Zhao Zhixi stopped and glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's not time yet, just wait."

"I feel a little sick." Fu Yanci added.

Zhao Zhixi frowned, and immediately turned back to check Fu Yanci's condition, feeling his pulse and checking the tongue coating. Young Master Song lay aside, waiting until the day lily became cold.

Just when Zhao Zhixi was about to check, he heard Fu Yanci slowly say: "Wen Sheng, go and get me a cup of hot water."

"okay……"

Song Wensheng responded habitually, but just as he was about to sit up, he realized that he was now a 'sick person' and was suffering from unbearable abdominal pain. How could he help him pour water.

"Brother Ci, my stomach hurts really bad. Why don't you wait a moment?" Song Wensheng pretended to be 'I owe Bian', just to go against Fu Yanci.

In his world, Young Master Song, there is no woman he can't get, especially the woman his brother likes.

Fu Yanci remained calm, but the glimmer in his eyes proved that he already had an idea. He knew very well how much Song Wensheng weighed. He didn't need anyone else to take action, just one person could treat him submissively. Posted.

"Xiaoxi, please help me look at it quickly. I can't hold on anymore." Young Master Song continued to wail, but every rising sound at the end was not fake at all.

Zhao Zhixi glanced at him. Before he came, he already had a steel needle in his hand.

"Xiaoxi, please help me find out if I have a bad stomach or if I am sick somewhere, wuwuwu..." Young Master Song continued to pretend to be miserable.

"Don't worry, I'm the best at treating a disease like yours." Miss Zhao was 'confident'. Before her feet reached Young Master Song, her arms had already been stretched out, and the steel needle accurately pierced Young Master Song's penis. On the hole.

"Well..." Young Master Song snorted, blinked twice, and the sweat on his forehead fell down, "It hurts, it hurts!"

"Wait, it's not over yet!" Old God Zhao Zhixi was holding the handle of the steel needle, doing tricks to relieve leakage.

"Ouch!" Young Master Song wailed, sat up straight, and quickly changed his words, "I'm fine, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore!" "Okay?" Miss Zhao glanced at him, still holding the needle in her hand. handle.

Young Master Song nodded his head like a chicken pecking at the rice: "Okay, okay, I'll go get Brother Ci some water right away. That's all. That's all."

In just a few strokes, Young Master Song was already covered in cold sweat, and his arms were weak from pain, let alone lifting his shirt to show off his abdominal muscles.

"Well, next time you feel uncomfortable, come to me and I will ensure that the needle will cure the disease." Miss Zhao then pulled out the steel needle and spared him.

As soon as Young Master Song was free, he scurried away like a catfish without holding back. He didn't want to wait for a second, for fear that Zhao Zhixi would give him a shot on a whim again. He was no match for her.

Young Master Song ran fast, and Miss Zhao smiled heartily, especially when she turned around and happened to catch Fu Yanci's eyes.

For the first time, she saw Fu Yanci's eyes were so dark, so sweet that it seemed like there was too much honey that could not be melted away. He looked at her so deeply, without any hesitation, and his brows and eyes were full of tenderness. gentle.

Such a look made Miss Zhao panic. She hurriedly looked away, her expression became unnatural, and she stood by the bed, not knowing what to do next.

Especially the sudden silence in the room made her scalp numb with embarrassment.

"Can we start the injection?" Fu Yanci suddenly spoke with a gentle voice and a nonchalant tone, as if nothing happened just now.

Zhao Zhixi turned around stiffly, but her mind went blank and she forgot that she was holding a steel needle in her hand. She turned around too much and the needle tip directly scratched the back of her hand.

"hiss……"

Zhao Zhixi sucked in a breath of cold air, and the blood beads on the back of her hand had appeared in clusters. She quickly threw the steel needle in her hand into the trash can and went to get the tissues from the bedside table.

Before she could make a move, Fu Yanci had already taken out the tissue, stood up, took her hand, and pressed the tissue on her wound.

"Why are you so careless? Let's disinfect first." As Fu Yanci spoke, he directly pulled out the needle from the acupuncture point, took Zhao Zhixi's hand and walked towards the medicine box next to him.

Although Fu Yanci is weak, he has the advantage of height. He is half a head taller than Song Wensheng. Just looking at his appearance, he has more boyfriend power than Song Wensheng.

The medicine box was carried and placed next to the bed, and Zhao Zhixi was also pulled to sit down. Fu Yanci was very skillful in doing it, and it seemed like he was injured before.

However, Fu Yanci was a gentle person to begin with, and he became more and more charming when he concentrated, causing Zhao Zhixi to stare at him without blinking.

Years of illness have made Fu Yanci's skin very white, so white that it has lost its color. However, he has a calm demeanor, which makes people ignore his morbidity many times, and only think that he is a person with a strong aura and a smooth manner.

Fu Yanci lowered his eyes, and his dark eyelashes were particularly conspicuous on his white skin. Only then did Zhao Zhixi realize that Fu Yanci's eyelashes were very long and curly, like the only doll she had when she was a child. She was very beautiful, but She thought about it again and felt that the word "beautiful" seemed very inconsistent when used on Fu Yanci. It should be "handsome".

I don't know why, thinking like this, her heart beat faster and faster for no reason, as if it was trying to escape from her chest, and her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter. Even though there was a cold feeling on the back of her hand, it still couldn't make her feel better. ...(End of chapter)