Quit pampering

Fu Yanlou raised the partition in the car, lifted Wen Ying into his lap and sat down.

The strong lines of his legs supported her vigorously, and she was very light.

Wen Ying faced him face to face, and the light from the window came in. She looked at his slightly pursed lips and found that he was in a bad mood, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Yanlou said warmly and calmly, "Did he watch you dance live a few years ago?"

Wen Ying laughed out loud. She held his face and tilted her head, "No."

Before he could ask, Wen Ying continued, "I was not worth his time at that time. How could he come to the scene to watch me dance?"

She said it in such an understatement now, she didn't care at all.

No matter how heavy the past is, it is still determined to be past.

She never dwells on the past.

Fu Yanlou tightened his arms around her waist, and the two of them came closer. He held her earlobe in his mouth, "Yingying, I will never be absent from any important things in your life from now on."

I won't make her wait for disappointment, and I won't make her sad or uneasy.

Wen Ying hugged his neck and smiled, "There may have been regrets before, but you have filled all the regrets."

Wen Ying took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Fu Yanlou held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

The car was parked outside the hotpot restaurant.

It looks like a very ordinary hot pot restaurant. Wen Ying is tired of eating Western food and high-end restaurants. Wen Ying occasionally eats here with friends, and sometimes he is obsessed with the taste.

This point is when the crowd is buzzing.

The hall on the first floor was full of people.

There happened to be a window seat available on the second floor, and Wen Ying asked, "Shall we sit there?"

To eat hot pot, you need a lively atmosphere.

"all good."

The two sat down on the sofa.

Wen greeted the pen and menu, checked the dishes and asked, "Have you ever had hot pot here before?"

Fu Yanlou, "Very few."

Wen Ying turned the pen between her fingers, "Then you didn't sit in a place like this and eat hot pot like now, right?"

"No."

Wen Ying was not surprised by this answer. She put down her pen and said, "Otherwise, we'd better go sit in the box."

He knew that Wen Ying liked this lively atmosphere, "It's okay Yingying, we can just sit here and no one will pay attention to us."

Wen Ying also understood that Fu Yanlou was following her, so she called the waiter and asked. Unfortunately, there were no empty private rooms, so she could only sit in the lobby.

People are coming and going on the road outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the street lights cast a bright yellow color. This lively street is full of human fireworks.

When the dishes were served, the table was full and there was not enough room for them. The rest were put in the trolley. Wen Ying took a photo and sent it to his friend group.

She is sometimes happy to share with friends.

Fu Yanlou's taste is salty and he doesn't like spicy food, so Wen Ying wants the mandarin duck pot. For Wen Yingying, hot pot needs to be spicy to have a good taste.

The thick soup in the pot was boiling. Fu Yanlou spent most of his time helping Wen Ying cook the dishes. Seeing that Wen Ying was eating happily and contentedly, he also tasted the spicy ones.

It was so spicy that I choked on it.

Wen Ying quickly poured him a glass of water and said with a smile, "If you can't eat spicy food, don't eat it."

Fu Yanlou's expression did not change, but there was a faint layer of red at the end of his eyes. His face looked even more confusing, "Well, I won't eat."

Wen Ying poured water again, "Do you still want to drink water?"

Fu Yanlou coughed lightly, "No."

Wen Ying drank the water, and her water-stained lips were even redder than usual, making her little face a few shades paler.

After finishing the hot pot, it was already two hours later.

The two returned to Deep Water Bay.

midnight.

Wen Ying woke up holding her stomach and crying.

"Fu Yanlou." A trembling voice floated into his ears.

Fu Yanlou woke up with a start, turned on the light in the room, and saw Wen Ying curled up into a shrimp, her face dripping with cold sweat, and she was extremely fragile.

Fu Yanlou's pupils shrank and he hugged Wen Ying into his arms, "Yingying, where does it hurt?"

Wen Ying lay in his arms, her temples wet with sweat, "My stomach hurts. It hurts so much."

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Wen Ying was weak and her eyes were as red as a rabbit, "Can you call the doctor?"

She doesn't want to go.

Afraid of pain.

So resist the hospital.

Fu Yanlou's voice was tight, "It's too slow to wait for the doctor to come. I'll take you to the hospital faster, okay? Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

Wen Ying couldn't bear the pain, so she could only nod.

Fu Yanlou took her clothes and quickly helped her put them on, changed himself hastily, and carried Wen Ying downstairs.

The bodyguard drove straight to Wen's hospital.

Wen Ying lay in Fu Yanlou's arms, her lips turning pale, "It must be the hot pot that's to blame. I won't eat hot pot again next time."

Her soft sobs made Fu Yanlou's heart hurt, "Okay, we won't eat hot pot anymore."

Why does he listen to her so much?

Wen Ying suddenly became unhappy.

His shirt was crumpled in her hands, "Then what if I suddenly want to eat hot pot?"

Fu Yanlou wiped the sweat from her forehead and pressed his thin lips to hers, "If you want to eat it, I'll cook it for you. The one I cook is cleaner than the ones outside, okay?"

Wen Ying smiled happily but weakly, "Then why didn't you just say you would do it for me?"

Fu Yanlou said, "Well, it's my fault."

Wen Ying sighed.

Fu Yanlou's eyes were dark, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying sighed again, "Fu Yanlou, you really spoil me."

Fu Yanlou laughed and took advantage of the gap between her words to attack the city and sweep around before stopping, "You are my wife. If I don't pamper you, who else can you pamper?"

Wen Ying gasped slightly and her face turned red, "Then if I were not your wife and were someone else, would you be so kind to your wife?"

What nonsense.

When she was sick, he didn't care about her.

He took her words and said, "My wife will only be you, no one else."

Wen Ying bit her lip, "What if..."

Just as she opened her mouth, Fu Yanlou interrupted her, "Yingying, there is no if."

Wen Ying frowned tightly, tears falling down without warning, "Fu Yanlou, it seems like someone is drilling my stomach with a drill."

She clutched her stomach tightly and turned into a puddle in his arms.

Fu Yanlou urged the bodyguard in a cold voice, "Drive faster."

The bodyguard stepped on the accelerator and said, "Sir, it's already going very fast."

Fu Yanlou lowered his eyes and held Wen Ying's head on his shoulder, "We'll be at the hospital soon, Yingying, bite me if it hurts."

Wen Ying's eyelashes were wet with tears, she cried and laughed at the same time, "Idiot."

Fu Yanlou kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes and face, and finally stopped on her lips, caressing them deeply.

Wen Ying's tears continued to fall. She was in so much pain, but he still kissed her!

Upon arriving at the hospital, Wen Ying was taken to the emergency room and received personally by the hospital director.

Fu Yanlou sat on the bench outside and waited, rubbing his face heavily.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the director opened the ward door and walked out, "Mr. Fu, I gave Miss Wen a diaphragm injection. She is fine for the time being, but to be on the safe side, I'll stay in the hospital for observation tonight."

Fu Yanlou stood up and said, "Thank you very much." (End of Chapter)