President Seizes Love: Domineering Sweet Wife Hugs in His Arms

Chapter 422 Cry
"Okay, okay." Fang Yezhe suddenly had a feeling of empathy, "In principle, of course I don't want you to have anything to do with him anymore, but maybe we can listen to what he said, although we are all responsible I miss you, but I think, I am different from him after all, he makes wrong decisions for many reasons, unlike me, who really want to climb up, so I want to go to the destination Get rid of you. Maybe he really wants to come back this time and sincerely regret it. After all, we made him unable to step down at his reception and made him lose so much face, but he didn't say a word, at least better than me Much better, it shows that he really cares about you."

"Oh, why did you help him speak, Fang Yezhe, you are very strange, you helped Chen Jing speak for a while, and now you speak for him again, what do you mean?" Wang Qiong was very annoyed, and her voice became louder unconsciously .

"You don't have to be angry. I'm just expressing my opinion on this matter. I don't mean to favor anyone. He is really wrong. He shouldn't have promised you but you can't do it. How can you say that he is not On purpose, at least we all know that he has a very strange mother, and he has no choice but to choose between his mother and his lover, at least for me." Fang Yezhe looked at Fu Zibo, then looked at Glancing at Wang Qiong, "But it's useless for me to say more. The key is still with you. You can be with whoever you want. I don't care."

"You don't care, you're still chattering here a lot." Wang Qiong squinted at him, "Have you called yet?"

"Hit now, hit now." Fang Yezhe opened the door and went out to make a call.

Wang Qiong went to the bathroom to get the washbasin and towel, adjusted the warm water and brought them over, gently wiped Fu Zibo's forehead, face and neck, put the wet towel on his forehead, and went to search for medicines. I prepared antipyretic powder at home, and I washed it up to give Fu Zibo a drink, but he couldn't wake up.

Fu Zibo was in a daze, talking nonsense, he didn't know what he was talking about, anyway, his brows were all wrinkled, obviously he had dreamed about something bad.

The doctor came over soon. Because he couldn't wake up, the doctor just gave him an injection, but he still needs to be observed and observed. When he has a high fever, he should be given some medicine. It is best to wipe him from time to time to cool down. .

"I'm too late, I have to go, anyway, you are fine, you take care of him." Fang Yezhe really simply went out and left.

"I—" Wang Qiong was speechless for a moment. He had a fever, so he only covered him with a quilt, and directly pasted the fever-reducing patch prepared for children on his forehead, which looked extremely funny.Wang Qiong took an ear thermometer to measure him every hour, and the temperature continued to be around 38 degrees. medicine.The medicine took effect really quickly, and the fever subsided in a short time.Wang Qiong thought that he knew it was so easy to use and gave it to him early in the morning.

Fu Zibo fell into a deep sleep. Wang Qiong thought that if he woke up, he could only eat light food, so he went to the kitchen to cook some porridge for him. While cooking the porridge, Wang Qiong thought of the time he was with Fu Zibo All kinds, mixed feelings.

Seemingly awakened by the smell of porridge, Wang Qiong was about to turn off the fire and serve himself a bowl of porridge to eat. When he turned around, he saw Fu Zibo was already standing at the door of the kitchen, still wearing that thin shirt, and his face couldn't help but change, " Why are you still wearing so little, you're going to get hot again, I don't have time to take care of you."

"I don't have any clothes to wear for the time being." Fu Zibo said with some embarrassment, seeing Wang Qiongsheng's porridge, "Is this for me?"

"You can drink as much as you want, and I'll get you clothes." Wang Qiong immediately went to get Fu Zibo's coat, only to find that Fang Yezhe had thrown the coat into the washing machine at some point and was stirring it now.

Damn, such high-end clothes just went into the washing machine and stirred, Wang Qiong cried for this clothes, Fu Zibo's clothes cost tens of thousands, just like that.

I went to Fang Yezhe and took a coat casually and handed it to Fu Zibo, "Your clothes were soiled by me, I will give them to you after washing."

"It's okay, I'll take it away and wash it." Fu Zibo said immediately.

"I made it dirty, I should wash it for you." Wang Qiong didn't want to be disturbed by Fu Zibo knowing that the clothes had been put into the washing machine.

"No, that dress is very important to me, I'd better take it back and wash it." Fu Zibo insisted.

Wang Qiong frowned, "Are you still afraid that I will ruin your clothes?"

"It's not broken, I'm afraid you won't give it to me." Fu Zibo said softly.

"I'm crazy, why do I want your clothes, vent my anger." Wang Qiong was a little unhappy, "I'm not going to do it."

"That's the clothes you gave me. I thought you would take them away." After a while, Fu Zibo said slowly, "This is the only thing you gave me."

"Really?" Wang Qiong was taken aback, sent it by himself?How come she has no memory at all, well, the suits seem to be similar, who knows which one is which, she won't deliberately remember a piece of clothing, "I just gave you one thing?"

Fu Zibo didn't speak, but looked at her with affectionate eyes, which made her feel nervous.

"Don't worry, I won't ask for your clothes. I have given them away, and I never thought about getting them back. It's not that I don't want to give them to you. The clothes have just been washed in the washing machine, and they should be dried. I'll give it to you after I finish it." Wang Qiong pointed to the washing machine, which was spinning very violently.

"Did you put your clothes in the washing machine?" Fu Zibo immediately ran to the washing machine with heartache, and squatted down to see that the suit was entangled with other clothes, and there were sheets and pillowcases in it. Did you wash together?"

Now that it's over, Fu Zibo is still counting on the person who will wear this dress again. Now that it's been stirred in the washing machine, how can he still wear it? He stood up helplessly, "You did it on purpose."

"I'm not that free." Wang Qiong yawned, "I was woken up by you early in the morning, and I have to take care of you and cook porridge. I have been busy until now. If I did it on purpose, I would just cut the clothes off Well, besides, I didn't put it in the washing machine, Fang Yezhe probably threw it in by accident."

"Thank you for doing so many things for me." Fu Zibo lowered his eyes and stared at Wang Qiong affectionately, which made Wang Qiong's skin crawl.

"You don't have to thank me. You finish eating and leave, so I can sleep." Wang Qiong served himself a bowl of porridge, and suddenly there were more hands around his waist. Immediately afterwards, a hug was attached to his back, Wang Qiong His body tensed instantly, "What are you doing?"

"Wang Qiong..." Hot tears wet Wang Qiong's neck, and Wang Qiong was speechless immediately.

He actually cried.

(End of this chapter)