Crippled Master's Young Wife

"Big... Big brother? You... You go down!"

Shu Lan was so ashamed and angry that she desperately pushed Fu Yunting away and hurriedly shrank inside.

What the hell is this man doing?

Climbed into her bed?

Is he shameless!

Fu Yunting was pushed out of bed and looked at the woman's red face. It was funny and helpless.

Thinking of the whisper in her sleep just now, Fu Yunting put his hands on the edge of the bed and looked at her deeply with black eyes, "Lingling, please think about who you are? What's the relationship between me and you?"

She must remember him.

I wish she could remember it soon.

"Elder brother, I'm Shulan, not Lingling. You... You're too much. Get out, get out quickly."

Shu Lan blushed and threw the pillow at Fu Yunting in shame.

Fu Yunting took it and put the pillow on the bed. As soon as he fished out his long arm, he fished Shu Lan in front of him.

The black eyes were full of affection and solemnity, "Lingling, I'm not kidding you. Think again, who did you dream about just now? Who am I?"

The man's deep eyes are deep and boundless, like a bottomless black vortex, which makes people fall into it unprepared.

Shulan's chest fluctuated constantly, looked at him steadily, and unconsciously recalled his words.

Who did she dream of in her dream?

Is the man standing against the light Fu Yunting?

He's calling her Lingling.

He said she was his soul.

Lingling!

Lingling!

A sudden stabbing pain in the head made her dizzy.

"It hurts. My head hurts."

Shu Lan's face was as white as paper, and her hands were beating her head with pain.

Fu Yunting's heart was pulled, and a trace of panic flashed on his face.

He hugged the man tightly into his arms and comforted him: "well, don't think about it, we don't want to. You are Shulan, you are Shulan."

He is too anxious.

Knowing that she has no memory now, he is still so impatient.

Damn him!

Shu Lan closed her eyes and slowly calmed the tingling in her head.

The head is drowsy, and the stomach is still aching.

The man's warm breath came from her, and Shu Lan opened her eyes powerlessly, "get out, brother, get out."

Holding her like this, if anyone sees her, she can't wash herself when she jumps into the Yellow River.

"OK, I'll go out right away."

Fu Yunting gently tucked the man into the quilt according to her meaning. "I'll ask Luo Luo to bring something up. Will you sleep well after eating?"

The gentle tone was full of concern. Shu Lan didn't speak. She just slept on her side and closed her eyes.

Fu Yunting rubbed his eyebrows, took a deep look at her, picked up the exposed hot water bag, turned and strode away.

Shu Lan on the bed closed her eyes and her mood fluctuated.

Lingling?

Does he think of her as his wife?

A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and Gu Luoluo and a servant came in with food.

"Shulan, are you better? Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Much better."

Shu Lan saw that it was Gu Luoluo and got up slowly.

Gu Luoluo handed her the hot water bag. "Here, refill it."

President Fu didn't look very good just now, and he didn't know what had happened.

"Thank you."

Shu Lan took the hot water bag in Gu Luoluo's hand and felt uneasy when she thought that Fu Yunting should have taken it down.

Why should he be so considerate to her?

Do you really think of her as your runaway wife?

"Shulan, what are you thinking? Have something to eat first."

Gu Luoluo arranged several dishes in turn and motioned Shu Lan to eat them.