Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Zhuang Wan was so worn out that he lost his temper. It took another half an hour before he ended.

She got up and tidied up, wiped the sweat from his body, and then lay down again.

This time he was much more well-behaved and his breathing was steady.

Zhuang Wan raised her hand and tested his forehead. The temperature should have dropped a bit, at least not as scary as before.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take her hand back when he caught her.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

"sorry"

He started talking nonsense again.

Zhuang Wan stared at this face and realized that she hadn't taken a good look at him for a long time.

During this period, the relationship between the two has been very awkward, and she would avoid his gaze every time.

"Zhuang Wan, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

"wrong."

His lips were still chapped.

Zhuang Wan lowered his head, kissed his lips, and moistened them.

He became completely quiet.

She lay down, closed her eyes, and said no more.

When the alarm clock rang, she got up, took out the needle, and wiped his forehead again.

This time he slept peacefully, and she was completely relieved.

Early the next morning, she touched her bedside. Xie Feng had always gotten up early before, but this time he was still there.

She was in a daze, so she subconsciously raised her hand and touched his neck, all the way up, and finally stopped at his forehead.

The temperature in the palm of my hand is normal, and the fever should be gone.

She didn't sleep most of the night last night. Now the idea of ​​reducing the fever came to her mind, so she calmly planned to continue sleeping.

But her hand seemed to be entangled by a vine. She struggled hard, but the vine became tighter and tighter.

She frowned, opened her eyes and looked to the side.

Xie Feng lay on his side, his eyes falling on her without blinking.

Her hand was held by him, and their fingers were intertwined under the quilt. "I fainted last night?"

He probably didn't know how serious his fever was, and he was even talking nonsense because of the fever.

Zhuang Wan thought it was better not to know, so as not to feel embarrassed when he thought about it.

"Well, are you feeling better?"

"Better."

He moved closer to her, put his arms around her waist, and held her tightly in his arms.

"I didn't say anything nonsense, did I?"

Probably because his face was still a little pale, Zhuang Wan couldn't bear to push him away for a while.

She couldn't sleep last night, so she couldn't help but send a message to Fu Yancheng, asking about Xie Feng's childhood.

Only then did I find out that he was really the class monitor in kindergarten, and he was quite serious.

Her cold and hard heart suddenly collapsed. He looked so similar to Xie Buyan last night. She realized so deeply that Xie Buyan had inherited many of his genes.

During this period, Xie Feng would always be rejected by Zhuang Wan if he hugged her, but now, she didn't say anything.

His eyes instantly lit up, and he held the person tighter.

Zhuang Wan couldn't hold back and clapped his hand, "I can't breathe."

He relaxed a little, and was a little afraid that he was dreaming now, otherwise how could Zhuang Wan be so gentle.

Zhuang Wan closed his eyes and his voice was a little hoarse.

"I'm sleepy, let's sleep some more."

Less than ten minutes after she closed her eyes, she was woken up by the heat source around her.

Xie Feng had already placed his hands on both sides of her head, and started kissing her lips all the way down from her cheeks.

Zhuang Wan really didn't have the energy to argue with him, so she asked hoarsely, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Xie Feng was startled, feeling that Zhuang Wan was so gentle this morning.

He was really worried that as soon as the clock struck midnight, all the good things would disappear.

Zhuang Wan lowered his head and sighed when he saw him working on his chest.

It was like a tacit signal. (End of chapter)