The villain powerful minister pitted his tech house

Chapter 129

With humanitarian concerns,

Song Shushu went on the third day without hesitation, and bought him a basket of fruit and a bouquet of flowers on the street.

At this moment, Fu Xuan was lying on a bench basking in the sun.

"Why are you here? I don't know if I'm sick?"

"I know. That's why I brought you fruits and flowers." Song Shushu said and stopped five meters away from him, and then... put on a medical mask sewn with cotton cloth.

It can be said that the epidemic prevention is in place.

Looking at Song Shushu's appearance, Fu Xuan frowned uncontrollably, "What is that thing?"

"Protect yourself, don't become like you." Song Shushu sat next to him, and said cheerfully, "What's wrong with you? You can't really be infected by your servant, right?"

As the saying goes, good people don't pay for their lives, but disasters last for thousands of years.

In Song Shushu's heart, even if everyone in the prime minister's mansion was infected by the scourge of Fu Xuan, he didn't seem like someone who would be infected.

Fu Xuan glanced at her, with bright red lips and pale face, "Stay away from the truth, aren't you afraid of being infected?"

Song Shushu pointed to the mask on his mouth, "Don't worry, I can live for a hundred years."

Fu Xuan looked at her, knowing that this bastard was only trying to get news about Song Ruishan and Song Yi from him.

"There is no news about Song Ruishan and Song Yi recently, you should go back first." Fu Xuan covered his mouth and coughed twice uncontrollably, "They don't die so easily, you should go back first."

According to common sense, Song Shushu should go back at this time.

But when he looked at Fu Xuan, his face was pale at this moment when he didn't know how to do it in the first place. After the black brocade handkerchief coughed, the ground room he held in his hand showed a darker black color.

Song Shushu frowned, and grabbed Fu Xuan's hand, "Is your illness so serious? You shouldn't be."

"You'd better not touch me." Fu Xuan, who was pale, had red lips at this time, and his thin lips showed a slightly mocking arc, "My current illness is contagious."

"I still touch it, I touch it, bite me if you have the ability." Song Shushu squatted beside him, poking and prodding with his fingers.

She just likes to see how Fu Xuan wants to kill herself, but is helpless.

It's relieved.

"you!"

Fu Xuan glanced at her with his long and narrow eyes, then closed them, not wanting to pay attention.He didn't even prepare tea and cakes today, so Song Shushu was naturally not welcome.

But Shushujiang doesn't realize it.

Standing up and looking around, I saw that most of the people in the mansion were alive and kicking, without any signs of infection.

This shouldn't be the case, the boy got sick, and it could be passed on to Fu Xuan after being quarantined. According to the speed and ability of infection, it is reasonable to say that everyone close to Fu Xuan should be sick.

The empress's illness was also a mystery before.

Some people's illnesses leave the empress, and they will be cured.Except for those who have been taken care of by the queen for a long time, no one else has the disease.

Since it is a symptom of human-to-human transmission, if no protective measures are taken, the condition should be radiating.

Moreover, Fu Xuan's illness was unprepared and sudden.

Song Shushu touched his chin and thought for a while, "You said... Could this be a disease? Someone wants to harm you?"

Fu Xuan opened his eyes and looked at her, "Do you think that before you thought of this possibility, did you ever think about the truth?"

Song Shushu: ...I feel hurt.

"Why are you like this? Don't I care about you?"

(End of this chapter)