Quit pampering

Fu Yanlou couldn't stop her from acting coquettishly, but he couldn't rest assured, "That's the medicine left by the doctor. I took insurance because I'm afraid your fever will relapse at night."

Wen Ying turned her head and her resistance was obvious, "But I just don't want to eat it."

I don't want to take a sip of medicine when I'm so feverish, let alone now that I'm awake.

Fu Yanlou held her hand in his palm. Her hand was extremely small and soft. He squeezed it as if it was boneless. "Then take the temperature again and see if the temperature has returned to normal."

Wen Ying took his hand and put it on her forehead, "You can touch it and see."

"You can't touch it."

Fu Yanlou insisted that she take the temperature, and Wen Ying put the thermometer in her mouth. She couldn't speak even if she wanted to, so she could only watch him study her medicine.

"The disease tends to relapse at night, so we still need to be careful during the day."

Wen Ying could only nod, although she felt that her body was not that weak.

Five minutes later, Fu Yanlou took off the thermometer, 37°
  Wen Ying leaned over to take a look, "I'll just say it's back to normal." She said logically, "I don't need to take that medicine, it's so painful."

Fu Yanlou put the thermometer back, "Then I won't go out to play today. Have a good rest at home and drink more water."

Wen Yingying hesitated for a moment and looked forward to it, "Then what should we do today?"

There are many things you can do at home.

Fu Yanlou stroked her hair that fell on her shoulders with his long fingers, "What do you want to do?"

It's obviously not a flirting move, but it seems like there's ambiguity brewing.

Wen sat facing him, hugged his arm, and said expectantly, "Let's watch a movie together."

Watching movies is a way to heat up feelings.

A smile appeared on Fu Yanlou's lips, "Okay."

Wen Ying reached for the tablet on the coffee table, but she couldn't reach it, and she didn't want to move her buttocks. Fu Yanlou helped her bring the tablet over. Wen Ying took it and put it on her lap with a smile, "Then what movie should we watch?"

"You decide."

Wen Ying scrolled through the movie channels for a long time before choosing, "Let's just watch this one. It has an exotic atmosphere in a small town. It's quite an interesting movie after reading the introduction."

He didn't have any objections, "Okay."

Wen Ying projected the movie onto the wall, a pure German version without Chinese subtitles.

You have to watch carefully, otherwise you will miss the plot.

When the movie's ending song and subtitles played, a weight felt on Fu Yanlou's shoulders.

He looked down and saw that the girl leaning on his shoulder had a flushed face. From his angle, her eyelashes were clearly defined, and she was extraordinarily soft and charming, as if she would not resist if he did whatever he wanted to her.

But some thoughts just passed by for a moment.

Fu Yanlou picked up Wen Ying and put him on the bed. The moment Wen Ying touched the bed, he opened his eyes and put his hands around his neck, "Fu Yanlou."

Fu Yanlou put his hands on her side. At such a close distance, their breaths blended together. The scent of roses rushed into his breath, which was particularly strong and made him dizzy, "Huh?"

Fu Yanlou saw himself in her eyes and clenched his fingers into fists on the bed, "What's wrong?"

"Sleep together?" Wen Ying said before he could say anything, "I want you to stay with me."

Fu Yanlou couldn't refuse her innocence, "Okay."

Wen Ying made room for him.

Fu Yanlou lay beside her, with the warm and fragrant nephrite in her arms, and she naturally leaned against his chest.

Fu Yanlou was breathing heavily.

The heartbeat was beating like thunder. Wen Ying patted his chest and said, "Fu Yanlou, you are a little noisy."

Fu Yanlou lowered his voice and said, "Then you sleep."

Wen Ying grabbed the person who wanted to leave, "Where are you going? Didn't you say you would accompany me?"

Fu Yanlou lay down again, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and made regular movements, like a particularly gentleman. Where is the person who hugged her tightly this morning?

Wen Ying pulled his arm up, pillowed him on it, and found a comfortable position to sleep.

Fu Yanlou glanced at it and said nothing, okay, as long as she likes it.

Wen Ying woke up after a long sleep. She was feeling lazy. Her bed partner was not there, and she didn't know when she left. It was cold to the touch, so she must have been away for a long time.

Wen Ying got out of bed to look for someone. She opened the study door and said, "Are you busy?"

Fu Yanlou closed his computer and walked to her, putting his hand on her forehead.

Wen Ying stood still, "Are you so worried about me?"

Worry, why not worry.

Fu Yanlou put his forehead against hers and talked to her face to face, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever. I was really worried that you would shed tears if you got sick."

When Wen Ying thought about his actions last night, it was really difficult to refute his words. Some actions were really uncontrollable.

Well, she seems to be the kind of person who is proud of being favored.

Wen Ying hooked his finger and said, "If you still have a fever at night, call the doctor for an injection."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yanlou grabbed her hand and led her downstairs, "Sit down and let me cook."

Wen Ying took the initiative, "I'm here to help."

Fu Yanlou pressed her down on the sofa, hooked her hair with his fingers and hung it on her ears, "Yingying, you are doing me a favor by sitting here obediently."

Wen Ying was a little dissatisfied, "I won't be a disservice."

Fu Yanlou looked very serious, "Don't touch cold water when you are sick."

"Okay then." Wen Ying said sweetly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Fu Yanlou walked into the kitchen. Wen Ying looked at the man busy in front of the kitchen counter and couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to secretly take a picture of the man's handsome back.

He touched his chin with his fingers. Well, a man who knows how to cook belongs to her.

Think about it, cooking also requires talent. For example, if she has learned cooking skills from a chef but is still not good at it, she doesn't have that talent anymore. She has to admit that she likes Fu Yanlou's cooking very much.

While admiring the photos, a domestic video call came in. Wen Ying changed his tablet to answer it, "Junzhi."

The background shows the clubhouse at first glance.

Lu Junzhi crossed his legs on the other end of the video, "Yingying, I have to tell you something."

"Say it."

"Axuan is back. Mr. Huo doesn't want this marriage to the Meng family. Mrs. Huo is so angry that she has to go to the hospital."

Wen Ying heard it and said, "No matter who it is, Mr. Huo will get married."

Otherwise, who will inherit the huge family property? Can the Huo family in Hong Kong City fall on him? The Huo family doesn't allow it, and Mr. Huo's love is not that great.

Of course, she's not that great either.

Maybe Mr. Huo wants to renew his relationship with his ex.

Lu Junzhi, "Anyway, it's better if it's not Ah Xuan, otherwise it would be so embarrassing."

Seeing Wen Ying's indifferent expression, Lu Junzhi sighed, "It's always a bit boring when you're not around. Do you plan to come back?"

Wen Ying supported her chin and said, "I'll go back in a few days."

"I don't understand how you could stay in Germany for so long." Lu Junzhi inquired, "By the way, how are you and Mr. Fu doing?"

Wen Ying was not going to tell them about her marriage to Fu Yanlou, but quietly turned the camera to Fu Yanlou.

The sound of their chat could be heard in the kitchen, and Wen Ying didn't hide it. Lu Junzhi leaned closer to the screen and saw the man's busy back, and his face was filled with admiration, "You can do it, Yingying."