"But..." Rong Shu held the bowl and wanted to say something else.
Fu Jingting shook his head at her.
She seemed to understand what he meant, and handed the bowl to the old lady, "Grandma, you can eat it yourself. If you need anything, just call me."
"Okay." The old lady nodded kindly.
Rong Shu was held by Fu Jingting's hand and returned to the previous table.
Fu Jingting handed her the chopsticks, "Let's eat. I bought your favorite dishes specially."
Rong Shu picked up the chopsticks and smiled warmly, "Thank you."
Several people started to eat.
After the meal, the two stayed with the old lady for a while, and waited until about nine o'clock in the evening before saying goodbye and leaving.
Arriving at Yunding Building, Fu Jingting opened the door and made an inviting gesture to the woman next to him.
Rong Shu grabbed the bag chain on her shoulders with both hands and bowed slightly, "Excuse me."
Fu Jingting frowned, "What's the trouble? This is your home from now on, so there's no need to be so polite."
Hearing the words "I will also be your home from now on" Rong Shu's face turned red and she looked away, "What are you talking about? It is also my home, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense." Fu Jingting bent down, opened the shoe cabinet, rummaged inside, and looked back while searching, "In the future, when we get remarried, isn't my house yours, and from now on, we will treat this place as our wedding
How is the room?"
"Wedding room?" Rong Shu was stunned.
Fu Jingting hummed.
Rong Shu looked at him, "Didn't you say that you would live with your grandmother in the old house from now on?"
"I had this intention before, but now I have decided to send my grandmother to a nursing home." Fu Jingting took out a pair of pink fluffy slippers and placed them in front of Rong Shu.
Rong Shu looked at the pink bunny slippers and twitched the corner of her mouth.
Who bought this, has such bad taste?
Although she thought so, she didn't say so. She took off her high heels and put on these slippers.
After putting it on, she suddenly realized that the slippers were exactly her size.
In other words, these slippers are obviously prepared for her.
I just don’t know if he bought it himself or if he asked Assistant Zhang to prepare it.
But no matter who they are, this aesthetic is simply too straight.
Do you really think that women must like pink and cute things like rabbits?
"Why should grandma be sent to a nursing home?" Rong Shu followed Fu Jingting into the living room, then put down the bag on her shoulder and asked.
Fu Jingting went to the water dispenser to get water, handed her a glass, and replied in a low tone: "Grandma... her health is getting worse, and the doctor has given her an ultimatum."
"What did you say?" Rong Shu's expression changed, her hands shook, and she almost dropped the cup.
After a while, she managed to calm down, and her voice was a little harsh, "How could this happen..."
"The truth is so unpredictable." Fu Jingting sat down opposite her, drank some water, and said a little tiredly.
Rong Shu held the water glass tightly with both hands, "Grandma... how long will it take?"
"Two years." Fu Jingting lowered his eyes, "Two years at most."
"So, in order to let her live longer, you thought of sending her to a nursing home?" Rong Shu looked at him.
Fu Jingting nodded slightly, "There are the most advanced health experts in the world in the sanatorium. Grandma's body can get the best care and conditioning there. I believe it will allow grandma to live longer, although it may not..."
He didn't say the next words, but Rong Shu understood the meaning.
Although what he wanted to say might allow his grandmother to live a little longer, it would never be too long.
And such words are so heartbreaking that it takes a certain amount of courage to say them out.
So he couldn't tell it, and she understood it very well.
Rong Shu put her hands on Fu Jingting's shoulders, offering silent comfort.
But Fu Jingting was obviously not satisfied with this, and he hugged her waist shamelessly, pulled her into his arms, and buried his head in the crook of her neck.
Rong Shu was startled for a moment, then pushed him and asked, "Why are you feeding me?"
"Don't move, let me hug you." Fu Jingting tightened his arms so that her body was close to his, with almost no gap, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood.
Rong Shu was out of breath and her back was straight, "No, please let me go."
Fu Jingting raised his head, his eyes were deep and revealed a bit of grievance, "My grandmother's incident made me feel very sad, so I need to hug you to relieve my inner grief. Can you bear to see me continue to be sad?"
"
"..." The corners of Rong Shu's mouth twitched and she was extremely speechless.
What does it mean to need to hold her to relieve the sadness inside.
He was clearly using his grandmother as an excuse to take advantage of her.
But it seems that he is indeed in a somewhat obsessed mood, so forget it.
Rong Shu sighed, and her tense body relaxed. She put her hand on his shoulder, ready to push him, and took it back, "Okay, I allow you to hold me for a while, but you have to let go after a while.
I still have to wash up."
"Yeah." Fu Jingting buried his head in her neck and responded in a muffled voice.
At first, he really just held her honestly.
But it didn't take long for him to become dishonest. After kissing her neck twice with his thin lips, he opened his mouth and bit her again.
Not painful, but itchy.
Rong Shu couldn't help but shrink her neck and patted the man on the back, "What are you doing?"
Fu Jingting raised his head and looked at her with dark eyes. After his Adam's apple slid twice, he replied in a charming and hoarse voice: "Little Ye Zi, are you leaving?"
Rong Shu couldn't hear what he was referring to, and her face turned red instantly, "No."
A flash of disappointment flashed in Fu Jingting's eyes, "How long will it take?"
He really, really wanted her.
He has endured this for a long time.
If she didn't end it, he might be driven crazy.
Seeing the man in such a hurry, Rong Shu gave him an angry elbow and said, "Why are you so anxious?"
Fu Jingting hugged her tightly, "How could I not be anxious? The person I love is clearly right in front of me, but I can't get it. How can I bear it?"
Rong Shu's face turned redder, then she pushed him away and stood up, "You have to endure it if you can't bear it. Anyway, just wait slowly."
After saying this, she walked to the bathroom.
Fu Jingting looked at her back, rubbed his brows helplessly, and then chuckled.
No way, just wait.
After a few days, when what he wants comes true, he can really rest assured that he really got her.
In the bathroom, Rong Shu stood in front of the sink, looking at herself blushing in the mirror. She quickly turned on the faucet, took a handful of cold water, and poured it on her face, trying to cool down the temperature on her face.
However, after pouring cold water several times, the temperature on my face not only did not drop, it was still so hot.
Even the heartbeat is messy and unable to calm down at the moment.
It's all Fu Jingting's fault. He was obviously talking about his grandmother, but he was directly involved in it.
Now that she's fine, her mind is filled with all that rubbish and her heart can't calm down.
He is really good at ruining the atmosphere.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, and a man's voice came from outside the door, "Little Yezi, there are no toiletries in this bathroom, only the bathroom in my room has them. I have asked someone to prepare all your toiletries."
They are all placed in the bathroom of my room, so if you want to wash up, go to my room."
Rong Shu wiped her hands and walked over, opened the door, "I know."
Fu Jingting looked at her wet hair, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your hair?"
