You are the sweet that I can't hide

Chapter 855 I heard you plan to go on a hunger strike?
From what this servant meant, I'm afraid she didn't even know Fu Nanting's position and identity in the capital.

It is estimated that except for the man himself, no one knows that he has such a different courtyard.

Seeing that she was deep in thought, the woman thought she was hesitating, and quietly persuaded:
"Miss, although I don't know the relationship between you and Mr. Fu, or why Mr. Fu put you under house arrest, I can tell that you are not in any danger here. If that's the case, why don't you stay at ease?"

"Isn't there any danger? I've been stunned by you with incense every night since the first day, isn't that dangerous?"

"Don't worry, miss, the drug is made of natural plants. When inhaled, it will paralyze people's nerves and cause people to fall asleep, but after waking up, there will be no sequelae or discomfort. It is because it will not have any effect on your body. For side effects, Mr. Fu will use this."

Shu Ge was funny and angry: "So I have to thank him? Thank him for thinking of me and using such a gentle and harmless drug to me?"

The woman said nothing more.

Shu Ge pushed away the breakfast she brought in front of her: "Anyway, I won't eat a single grain of rice here. Tell him to let him let me go."

The woman saw that she had made up her mind, she was silent for a while, and took the breakfast away.

...

After nightfall, the whole big house became even more silent.

Shu Ge hugged his knees and leaned against the back of the bed.

It may be too quiet, and occasionally I can hear the gurgling sound from my stomach.

She was cruel this time.

Neither lunch nor dinner was eaten.

I was hungry all day.

But she knew that she would not be hungry in vain.

After a while, as expected, the door was pushed open and footsteps approached.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Fu Nanting came in with the tray in person, and closed the door with his backhand, and a gloomy voice came:

"I heard you plan to go on a hunger strike?"

She didn't deny it either: "Yes. If you don't let me go, I'll continue. "

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach let out a loud and embarrassing growl.

He put the tray on the coffee table, and carried her to the sofa in two steps: "Eat."

"What can you do if I don't eat?" She stared at him fiercely.

In his eyes, this ruthless spirit like a little mother beast is more like an invisible seduction.

On the flushed face, the big watery eyes made his heart feel like being scratched by her little hand, itching so badly.

He didn't speak, but only told her how to do it with actions.

He took off the tie and put her hands together, cut them behind the waist, and tied them with the sandalwood armrests of the sofa.

Then he picked up the spoon, scooped up a mouthful of food, and sent it to her mouth.

Seeing her turn her head away, he raised his hand to pinch her cheeks, straightened her head, and continued to feed her.

Every time she wanted to vomit, he would squeeze her cheek hard.

She had to swallow the meal in one gulp.

He fed her a few mouthfuls of vegetables, then began to feed her rice, and finally soup.

Until she finally stared at him bitterly: "I'm full, I can't eat anymore!"

He glanced at the few dishes and rice left in the dishes, before he reluctantly put down the spoon, and then untied the tie on her wrist.

She stood up immediately.

Fu Nanting threw the paper over:
"If you continue your hunger strike tomorrow, I don't mind coming over to feed you personally every day."

Her face was flushed, and she couldn't help pinching the corner of her clothes. He knew that he liked to be clean.

His thoughtful little details gave her the illusion that she was not in a cold war with him.

Everything is fine.

But she came back to her senses, wiped the corners of her mouth, and looked at him:

"Have you played enough? How long are you going to lock me up?"

(End of this chapter)