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

Chapter 914 Hurry up and coax me

But before he got up to find Sheng Mian, Wen Sihe said from the side: "How about I feed you?"

"roll."

Fu Yancheng's face was very dark, as if he had been shocked.

Wen Sihe shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand and glanced at the time, he did have something to leave first.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

After he left, Xie Feng also got up, "I have to keep an eye on the progress over there, I'll ask someone to come in and feed you."

"Need not."

Fu Yancheng is not happy to be seen like this.

Xie Feng didn't say anything, just walked to the next ward.

Sheng Mian could actually be discharged from the hospital this morning, but for some reason, she has not gone through the discharge procedures.

Now Xie Feng came to her, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Yancheng is awake, you go and be his nanny."

After speaking, he didn't care about Sheng Mian's reaction, and left directly.

Sheng Mian got out of bed slowly and came to Fu Yancheng's side.

After thinking about it, she knocked on the door politely first.

Fu Yancheng thought that Xie Feng had really found a nurse, and he was already in a bad mood, but now his brows were frowning, and he tried to pick up the spoon again.

"roll."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the ward was opened, and Sheng Mian was standing at the door.

Hearing him let go, she hesitated whether to close the door and leave.

"Get out of bed, what are you doing?"

Seeing that it was her, the spoon in his hand fell back into the bowl, and Fu Yancheng simply smashed it.

"No strength."

Sheng Mian knew that he owed him this matter, so she really rolled back and closed the door by the way.

The anger in his heart dissipated a lot, but he still felt uncomfortable. She came here only now?

Why don't you come back after he's dead.

Sheng Mian walked to the hospital bed, took a spoon, stirred the porridge a few times, thoughtfully added some side dishes, and then fed it to his mouth.

"Fu Fu Yancheng."

Originally wanted to call Mr. Fu, but after a long time, Fu finally called his name.

Fu Yancheng snorted coldly, "What's wrong, the cat swallowed your tongue?"

Sheng Mian didn't speak, but seeing that he had eaten anyway, he was relieved, and took another spoonful.

Fu Yancheng was quite comfortable being served, so he glanced at her face.

This face is really pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

How could he like it so much?

Heck.

"Do you want to drink this soup?"

Sheng Mian asked, took a small soup spoon, blew it lightly, and placed it near his mouth.

Fu Yancheng took a sip before asking.

"I heard you haven't come to see me for half a month?"

Sheng Mian lowered her eyelashes, quietly stirring the soup in the bowl.

If she doesn't speak, that's the default.

Fu Yancheng was so angry that he really wanted to slap all the soup and vegetables away.

But he had no strength, so he could only lean on the bed.

"I'm full, put hot water on me, I want to take a bath."

Sheng Mian put away the small table on the bed and helped him get out of bed.

He lived in a VIP single room with its own bathroom and kitchen, and it had been redecorated to take care of his cleanliness.

Sheng Mian put hot water in the bathtub, but Fu Yancheng was seriously injured and couldn't go in directly, so he had to wipe it with a towel.

In order to make him more comfortable, Sheng Mian specially brought in a chair that he could lean on.

"Sit down, and I'll wipe it for you. Keep your wounds from getting wet."

Fu Yancheng felt more comfortable again, and directly stretched his legs, as if waiting to be served.

Sheng Mian didn't bother with him, knowing that he was depressed.

Fu Yancheng, when he is angry with her, is always bright, with words written all over his face—hurry up to coax me.

So she was not pretentious, and took off the hospital gown on him, but when she saw the exposed gunshot wound, her fingertips trembled.

It is very close to the heart, if it is a little more off, he will die.

She recalled the scene of holding him that day, his palms were covered with blood, and he leaned against her fragilely, without saying a word.

Sheng Mian took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling of her fingertips, and took off the hospital gown.

She dipped the towel in water and wiped his body little by little.

Fu Yancheng is obsessed with cleanliness, and he really can't stand being dirty, so he frowned when he saw that she was just wiping with a towel.

"Use some soap."

"There are too many wounds, not for now."

"Sheng Mian, you can figure it out, I want to use it."

Sheng Mian clenched her teeth, thinking that what Master said back then was right, she was putting on airs, putting on airs!Full of fur!
She lowered her eyelashes and used soap in small areas.

Only then did Fu Yancheng's eyebrows relax.

It took an hour just to wash my upper body.

When Sheng Mian took off his pants, he was somewhat afraid to watch.

There was no wound on the lower body, she took the shower head and started to rinse, quickly wiped the soap, and rinsed it off quickly.

Fu Yancheng was unhappy, and his face darkened.

"Sheng Mian, you are so perfunctory."

Sheng Mian re-applied soap to every piece of skin below him, worried that his head would be full of yellow waste later, so he changed the subject.

"We were swept away by the flood that day. Did you wake up later? Have you treated my foot injury?"

Fu Yancheng's fingertips curled up. He really didn't want to recall the moment of embarrassment and despair.

"No, I fainted too."

Sheng Mian didn't speak, and calmly flushed with clean water.

"Get up, I'll dry you with a towel."

Fu Yancheng stood up, and Sheng Mian squatted down to wipe it for him.

But as she wiped, she felt something pressing against her forehead.

She was so frightened that her hands trembled, "Fu Yancheng!"

I can't wait to slap this towel on his head!

Fu Yancheng lowered his eyes innocently, "It's none of my business, it will stand up by itself."

What's more, can't stand still?

(End of this chapter)