Quit pampering

The doctor pushed up his glasses and said, "Mr. Fu, you're welcome."

This is the uncle of their big boss.

The doctor warned again, with a respectful attitude.

Fu Yanlou opened the door to the ward and walked in. Wen Yingsheng was lying helplessly on the hospital bed, with a bloodless face and a needle sticking out of the back of his hand, looking pitiful.

Seeing the man walking in, her eyes moved until he sat down beside the hospital bed, and her red eyes met his. That kind of vulnerability and pity burst out, and even a little bit could be fatal.

She was still complaining, "Fu Yanlou, it hurts me so much."

Fu Yanlou's heart tightened. He grabbed Wen Ying's hand and put it to his face, looking at her for a moment, "Where does it hurt?"

Wen Ying lowered his gaze and rested on the back of his hand, "My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, but the hand that's being injected hurts. Fu Yanlou, why am I so unlucky? I had to eat hot pot for a long time and ended up in the hospital." "

The voice contained a thin cry, with a lump in the throat and tears in his eyes.

No one is as unlucky as her.

When I thought about it, my eyes became even redder. I had just cried enough, and now I can't shed my tears. It's this kind of pity that is more likely to arouse a man's heart.

Fu Yanlou pushed the hair away from her face, put her hand to her lips and kissed her, with deep distress flashing in his eyes, he said patiently, "The doctor said that you had too much food taboo before, and suddenly you suffered from gastrointestinal problems after eating too much spicy food. I can’t stand the stimulation, so I have a stomachache. After taking this bottle of medicine, I’ll be fine.”

Wen Ying bit her lip tightly, and tears fell from her eyes, "Husband, I want to go home. It's not comfortable at all to stay here."

Hospitals are uncomfortable places, even your own hospital.

Fu Yanlou coaxed her in a gentle voice, "Be good, let's go back after the injection."

Is she made of water? How come she has so many tears?

Fu Yanlou wiped the tears from her face.

Wen Ying looked away and said in a very soft voice, "Don't tell my parents about this."

Eating hot pot and going to the hospital is a shameful thing to say.

The little girl still knew how to save face, so Fu Yanlou hooked his lips and said comfortingly, "Okay, I won't tell them, and I won't let the doctor tell them."

Wen Ying felt relieved and tried to put a smile on her lips, "Shall we go to the capital tomorrow?"

Fu Yanlou did not agree, "It depends on your physical condition."

"I'll definitely be fine after the injection." Her physical condition wasn't that bad. "I want to go. I'll be back for the awards ceremony in a week."

Fu Yanlou changed the topic, "Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, would you like to sleep for a while?"

Wen Ying relied on others, "Come up here and we'll sleep together."

The bed in this private room is big enough.

Fu Yanlou locked the ward door, got on the bed and took Wen Ying into his arms.

"Go to sleep, Yingying."

After such an experience, Wen Ying felt tired and sleepy. She smelled his scent and fell asleep quickly.

Fu Yanlou couldn't sleep.

When Wen Ying's dialysis injection was almost finished, Fu Yanlou opened the door and called the doctor.

When the doctor removed the needle, Wen Ying frowned slightly, but luckily she didn't wake up.

Fu Yanlou hugged Wen Ying into his arms again.

When Wen Ying woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.

As soon as she opened her eyes and saw the man holding her in his arms, she quietly raised the corners of her lips.

As the night passed, short stubble appeared on his chin, which was hard when touched.

This good-looking face showed a bit of exhaustion, and that kind of exclusive masculinity fascinated Wen Ying. Her fingers traced his noble and gorgeous facial features in the air. There is a bit of lust in his eyes.

After a while, Wen Ying withdrew from his arms, but Fu Yanlou opened his eyes at this moment, "Are you awake?"

"Woke you up?"

"No." Fu Yanlou pinched his eyebrows, took his phone and looked at the time. It was getting late.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" Fu Yanlou's concerned gaze fell on her, his eyes gleaming darkly, and he put his hand on her lower abdomen without moving.

"I'm not feeling uncomfortable anymore, I'm fine." Wen Ying twisted her waist, "I want to go to the bathroom."

Fu Yanlou carried her in and put her on the toilet. "Okay, tell me and I'll hold you."

Didn't she say she was fine?

Wen Ying blinked and walked out of the bathroom after a while.

She didn't even wear any shoes. Fu Yanlou, who was waiting outside the bathroom door, narrowed his eyes tightly, picked her up and put her on the bed, "The floor is so cold."

In fact, the weather in Hong Kong City has warmed up.

Wen Ying stepped on his shoes and gently touched the legs of his casual trousers with her little feet, "It's not cold."

Fu Yanlou lowered his eyes and looked at the white and delicate feet, and suddenly smiled, "Yingying, what do you want to do, huh?"

Wen Ying blinked innocently, her feet restless, and her tone was honest, "Ah, I didn't do anything."

Fu Yanlou asked patiently, "Then what are you doing now?"

Wen Ying leaned back on the bed with both hands, raised her head to meet his dark eyes, and said with extraordinary magnanimity, "I'm hungry."

Fu Yanlou grabbed her calf, raised it, and controlled it easily. His fingertips gently circled her ankle, "You are hungry and teasing me?"

"Where is it?" Wen Ying refused to admit the sudden bad thoughts.

Fu Yanlou raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Wen Ying screamed softly, "Fu——"

The force of gravity followed him, and Wen Ying was lifted onto his body by his waist, and her legs were naturally placed around his waist.

This kind of male strength will make women fascinated.

Wen Ying looked at his face at close range, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. In the end, she still looked innocent and said, "Let's go home. I'm sticky and not comfortable at all. I want to go home and take a shower." .”

Fu Yanlou calmed down and said, "Aren't you hungry? I'll ask the bodyguard to buy breakfast and come back. We'll eat and then go back."

Wen Ying puffed up her cheeks, not happy, "I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore, let's go home, okay?"

Wen Ying hugged his neck tightly and pressed her face against the side of his neck, full of dependence, "I suddenly want to eat the noodles you cooked. I don't want to eat the breakfast outside."

Fu Yanlou had no other choice but to follow her, "Then let's go home."

After returning home, Wen Ying couldn't wait to take a shower, while Fu Yanlou was cooking noodles in the kitchen.

Wen Ying walked out of the room after taking a shower, resting her elbows on the bronze carved railing on the second floor and looking down, "Fu Yanlou."

Fu Yanlou raised his eyes and saw that she had changed into a black skirt, which reached to her ankles. The slim fit flattered her tall and plump figure. He smiled and waved, "Yingying, come down."

Wen Ying smiled and stood still, "Have you cooked the noodles?"

"You can eat it when you come down."

Wen Ying ran down the stairs. Her mid-length fishtail skirt was swaying as she walked, full of femininity and elegance.

When she came to the dining table, Fu Yanlou put his arm around her waist and held her in his arms.

The pear wood dining table was empty. Wen Ying put his hands on the table and turned to look at the man, "Where are the noodles?" She was unhappy, "Did you lie to me?"