She closed her eyes, looked directly at the man, and forced herself to calm down: "I came back to get my things."
Fu Shiyan walked up the stairs step by step and walked to her, "Just tell me what you want and I'll send it to you."
His eyes were dangerous, and his eyes swept across him, as if he was trying to slow someone down.
As the breath approached, Jiang Shu felt herself shaking a little. But she couldn't weaken, "Computer."
"No key?"
What she didn't know was that Fu Shiyan had received the message from the moment she drove into Mingyuan. Even if she didn't enter, he would still go out and block it.
Jiang Shu only felt that his headache was getting more and more severe. He took a step back and said indifferently: "Forget it if I'm not here, don't bother Mr. Fu."
She turned around and was about to leave, but her wrist was grabbed unexpectedly, "What kind of place do you think Ming Yuan is, where you can come and leave whenever you want?"
The recoil was so strong that Jiang Shu, whose body was already weak, leaned back and fell directly into the man's arms.
Fu Shiyan seemed not to have thought of it. His dark eyes took a closer look at her face, and he saw that it was not ordinary pale.
He twisted his eyebrows hard, picked her up by the waist, and threw her directly into the bed in the master bedroom. Jiang Shu thought he was going to do something again, but the shadows of that night came uncontrollably, "Get out!"
She tried to get rid of it, but the man restrained her hand again and said in a cold tone, "I'm not so hungry that I want to be a woman full of germs."
Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment, his stiffness eased a little, and then he felt a thorn in his heart again.
Fu Shiyan stood up suddenly, walked around the bedroom twice with his long body, then stopped and went straight downstairs.
He had just locked the balcony door, and Jiang Shu collapsed on the soft bed. He could still vaguely smell his breath floating on the tip of his nose. His dizziness was not relieved, and he felt like he was about to fall into a whirlpool.
She suddenly regretted not taking the medicine that Fu Shiyan had given her earlier.
The effectiveness of the drip has long since disappeared.
Jiang Shu thought he might have caught a cold. He had a headache and his eyes hurt. He didn't want to move away when he closed his eyes, and his mind was no longer clear.
Fu Shiyan found the medicine box and came up. He saw the woman curled up as if she was asleep. He panicked and called her: "Jiang Shu?"
He put the thermometer into her mouth and said, "Jiang Shu, open your mouth."
The half-conscious woman actually did as she was told.
While waiting for the body temperature to come out, Fu Shiyan glanced at her wrist. The needle hole from the last injection was still there.
No more injections can be given. Her blood vessels are so thin that she cannot bear the torment.
Fu Shiyan found antipyretic medicine from the medicine box, ground the tablets into powder, soaked them in water and fed her a spoonful of them.
The pain was certain, Jiang Shu's eyes wrinkled up without opening his eyebrows.
Ju's mother cooked some light porridge and brought it over, "Mr."
Fu Shiyan wiped the corners of Jiang Shu's mouth with a tissue and said very carefully, "Well, leave it there."
Jiang Shu was not completely sane. In her hazy sight, all the man's movements were gentle, so gentle that she seemed to be the most precious to her in the world.
"Fu Shiyan..." she said softly.
"Um."
"Did you stay with Wen Yuan this month to make me jealous?"
It was a very high-level question and she seemed to take herself too seriously when she said it, but Jiang Shu still mustered up the courage to say it. She was looking for a way out for their marriage.
Fu Shiyan put down the bowl he was holding, "Want to hear the truth?"
Her heart sank.
"Not at all."
In other words, he and Wen Yuan were together for other purposes. In fact, it had nothing to do with her.