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

Sang Qi looked at his sleeve that was pulled by her, and then at her eyes.

Her eyes were dark, as if there was no light at all.

He frowned and said, "I'm not leaving. I'll get you some water."

"I don't drink water, I'm not thirsty."

But her mouth was so dry and cracked that bloodshot eyes could be seen.

Sang Qi thought for a while, raised his hand and rubbed her head.

Sang Zhi was still trembling slightly, unwilling to let go of him at all.

The servants came outside the door soon, because Sang Zhi's voice was so loud that it woke up the others.

Sang Qi sat beside the bed and told the servant.

"Bring me a glass of warm water and a fever-reducing medicine."

Sang Zhi's fever has not subsided, and has even gotten worse. Maybe it is just like the doctor said, she is too tight.

The servant quickly brought water and put the medicine in Sang Qi's palm.

He pinched Sang Zhi's chin and fed the medicine into it.

Sang Zhi opened his mouth and did not swallow.

Sang Qi only hesitated for a few seconds before inserting his fingertips into her mouth and pressing the medicine to the deepest part of her throat.

Sang Zhi had no choice but to take the medicine.

Sang Qi placed the water cup in front of her again, held her chin, and slowly poured the water in.

She coughed twice, but her eyes were still confused.

After she drank less than half of the glass, Sang Qi put the water glass on the bedside table next to her.

"Go to sleep."

"Second brother, don't leave."

It seemed like that was all she could say.

Sang Qi found it funny, thinking that this man was really addicted to shouting. It was not certain whether he was her second brother.

His hand touched her hair. If she used her hair to do another paternity test at this time, would the conclusion be different?
But seeing her face flushed and defenseless, he gave up again.

Why take advantage of others' danger?

He sat by the bed for a while and heard her breathing become very soft before he got up to leave.

He now smelled of alcohol and wanted to go back to his room and take a shower.

But when he stood up, a force pulled him to sit down again.

Sang Zhi looked at him, his eyes were very red, as if he was about to cry.

"Aren't you going to leave?"

Sang Qi felt in a daze that he was coaxing Sang Tang to be happy.

But he quickly denied it. Sang Tangsui was much easier to coax than this.

He had no patience and forcefully pulled his sleeves back.

Sang Zhi bit his lip and just looked at him, crying silently.

Sang Qi suddenly became a little angry, thinking that this person probably recognized him as one of her spare parts.

When she is sick, she must have hoped in her heart that those caring spare tires would be by her side. He took a deep breath, took off his coat, and sat down again wearing only the shirt underneath.

"Sang Zhi, you'd better see clearly who I am."

Sang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he wasn't leaving, and his tone became choked.

"Second brother."

Sang Qi's heart trembled, as if he had been bitten by an insect.

Just when he was about to say something more, Sang Zhi slowly lay down, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

"Second brother, you are the best person to me."

Sang Qi froze and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He was not kind to Sang Zhi at all. He was the person in the entire Sang family who doubted her identity the most. In the first few seconds, he even wanted to pull out a few of her hair and do another paternity test.

Why does she think he is the best for her?
Or if a person has lived in hardship for too long, as long as he tastes a little bit of sweetness, he will feel that it is the sweetest thing in the world.

Sang Qi has never had a hard time, and he doesn't bother to delve into it now, just sitting in silence.

The room suddenly became very quiet, and Sang Zhi's hand cautiously reached over and touched his hand on the bedside.

Sang Qi just came back from outside, his hands were all cold.

But Sang Zhi had a fever, and his hands were as hot as a furnace.

Sang Qi curled up his fingers and wanted to take them back, but Sang Zhi quickly grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers.

Sang Qi was so shocked that he almost stood up from his chair.

"Are you crazy?"

Do you know what you are doing?

How can a brother and sister hold hands like this?

What the fuck is going on
Before he finished speaking, he looked at Sang Zhi, who was already confused.

Sang Zhi held his hand and seemed very satisfied, and his face was no longer so scared.

"Second brother, you are the best."

Sang Qi's effort to pull back instantly relaxed, and his eyes fell on her face.

Her hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her face. Her lips were cherry red and her eyelashes were very long.

"Second brother."

She shouted again, pulled his hand over and put it against her cheek.

Sang Qi didn't say anything. Sometimes he felt his hands were hot, and sometimes he felt uncomfortable all over. He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Until Sang Zhi's breathing became slow again, he tried to take out his hand, but Sang Zhi held it tightly, as if it was her life-saving straw.

Sang Qi had no choice but to make do with the bedside all night.

The next day, when Sang Zhi woke up, he subconsciously clenched his fingers.

She seemed to be clinging to something and slept peacefully last night.

She looked inside the house, but there was no one there.

That was not her imagination. Sang Qi really stayed with her in her house all night last night. (End of chapter)