The dim light fell on Fu Yanlin's body, softening the lines of his profile. Those dark and deep eyes were filled with worry and distress for Wen Sheng.
Although Zhu Qingjia didn't explain clearly on the phone, he guessed that this matter was very important to Wen Sheng.
No matter what happens, he will be by her side.
"If you don't want to drink porridge, I'll make you something else. If you're sick, you should have a good rest. If you have any unhappy things, wait until you get better. Don't worry, with me here, you won't be afraid if the sky falls." Fu Yanlin's voice
It's very shallow, as gentle as coaxing a child.
He always wanted to pamper Wen Sheng like a child, but she had a stubborn temper and always liked to handle things alone.
This bad habit must be corrected.
"I want to drink the porridge you cooked." Wen Sheng blinked his little deer eyes, his expression aggrieved and a bit coquettish, making him irresistible.
"Okay, just wait for me and I'll bring it to you right away." Fu Yanlin rubbed Wen Sheng's forehead, got up and left the bedroom.
Looking at the retreating figure, Wen Sheng felt warmth and security that she had never felt before. The bad mood that had lasted all day was quietly getting better.
She didn't know the true meaning of marriage to a woman before.
I think Wen Sheng finally understood that marriage is a bowl of porridge when you are sick, it is the meticulous care of your partner, and it is a safe haven that you can return to at any time after encountering setbacks in life.
These details have nothing to do with money.
Not long after, Fu Yanlin brought in a bowl of white porridge. He sprinkled some sugar into the porridge, scooped out a spoonful, blew it to cool, and brought it to Wen Sheng's mouth, "Open your mouth."
The soft white porridge had a hint of sweetness, which instantly dissipated Wen Sheng's unhappiness. She had a bad appetite, but she ate most of the bowl.
Fu Yanlin looked at Wen Sheng's pale little face, feeling distressed and uncomfortable, "Do you feel better now?"
"Um."
"Let me take your temperature."
Fu Yanlin took out his forehead thermometer and took a test. It was thirty-nine degrees five. With such a high fever, I'm afraid it's not as simple as a common cold.
"I'll call Xu Rangchu and ask him when he can arrive."
Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.
As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang quickly outside.
Fu Yanlin helped Wen Sheng cover the quilt and explained, "Xu Rangchu is probably here. I'll open the door."
At this time, Zhu Qingjia outside the door was already worried, "Sister Sheng is fine, why is she sick? Is it okay for you, a surgeon, to treat Sister Sheng?"
Xu Rangchu was annoyed all the way and almost didn't use medical tape to tape up Zhu Qingjia's mouth, "Don't you know best whether I can do it or not?"
After being stunned for a moment, Zhu Qingjia finally realized what this bitch was saying, "Xu Rangchu, are you tired of living? Do you need me to give you a ride? What are you asking about Sister Sheng? Why are you talking so far?"
Xu Rangchu wore a long black cashmere coat today, with a white shirt and dark gray wool vest underneath. He looked elegant and ascetic. But his words were full of color.
"Is it far? I remember it happened a few days ago. If you don't remember, I don't mind revisiting it with you tonight." Xu Rangchu said seriously.
Zhu Qingjia twitched her lips and stepped on Xu Rangchu's instep mercilessly. Her high heels were newly bought and they were so high that one step would kill someone.
"Zhu Qingjia, you..." Xu Rangchu turned pale in pain.
This woman was crying in the car just now, but she didn't expect her face to change immediately after learning Wen Sheng's whereabouts.
"What am I? If Sister Sheng loses one hair, you are the only one I can ask." Zhu Qingjia put down her harsh words.
Xu Rangchu was so angry that his liver trembled, and he reached out to grab Zhu Qingjia's chin in retaliation, lowering his head and biting her lips.
The more time they spent together, the more he learned how to deal with this tough woman. She was savage, and he had to use stronger means to subdue her.
Just at this moment, the door was opened.
Fu Yanlin looked at the two people who were kissing each other at the door of his house, and frowned, "Hey, don't do things that are not suitable for children in front of my house. If you really can't hold it in anymore, help Ah Sheng see the doctor first."
Go home and close the door before continuing."
Hearing this, Zhu Qingjia quickly pushed Xu Rangchu away, glared at him fiercely, and rushed into the house.
"I thought I would give you a slap in the face before coming back." Fu Yanlin squinted his eyes, showing an expression as if he was watching a show.
Xu Rangchu's face didn't look good. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on the corners of his lips and said, "She couldn't bear to leave."
"You're quite a thick-skinned kid." Fu Yanlin seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
bedroom.
Wen Sheng closed her eyes to rest, and suddenly heard a familiar and clear voice, "Sister Sheng——"
When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhu Qingjia's crimson eyes. She grabbed Wen Sheng's hand and asked with concern, "Okay, why are you sick? What's wrong with you? You haven't answered my call all day, but
It scared me."
"Jiajia, I - it's okay."
Wen Sheng couldn't help but reached out and touched Zhu Qingjia's cheek. There were dried tears in the corners of her eyes. "I might have caught a cold this morning. I took leave and went home, took medicine and fell asleep. I didn't notice your call."
"Why are you crying?"
Zhu Qingjia sniffed, feeling as if a needle pricked her heart, "Sister Sheng, I'm sorry - I thought you couldn't accept the truth and hid, and ignored me."
Wen Sheng had been friends for many years, so how could Wen Sheng not guess what Zhu Qingjia was thinking. She apologized desperately, probably because she felt that she had robbed Wen Sheng of the identity of Miss Jiang's family, which was why she felt guilty and sad.
In fact, it was right for her to tell the truth because Wen Sheng didn't like the feeling of being deceived.
"How could I not care about you?"
"You can tell me the truth, I'm not happy enough."
"Jiajia, if you say those three words again, I will get angry."
Wen Sheng felt uncomfortable all over, but still managed to squeeze out a smile and said, "I have a cold and a fever, please stay away from me and be careful not to infect it - wait until I get better, and then come to you, okay?"
Zhu Qingjia nodded, then shook her head, "Sister Sheng, I'm not afraid of being infected, let me stay and take care of you!"
"As long as I take care of Asheng, don't worry about it." Fu Yanlin stood on the side, watching the two of them perform the scene of sisterly love, feeling funny and gratified.
What's funny is that Zhu Qingjia misunderstood that Wen Sheng was angry with him, so he searched like crazy for a long time.
There's no way such a thing could happen.
In Wen Sheng's heart, the status of her good sister is not inferior to that of Fu Yanlin.
Fortunately, in this world, in addition to Fu Yanlin, there is also a good sister like Zhu Qingjia who sincerely treats Wen Sheng well, protects her and loves her like a family member.
"Can I see a doctor for my sister-in-law now?" Xu Rangchu coughed lightly.
Zhu Qingjia then reluctantly let go of Wen Sheng's hand, stood up and stood aside.
"A Yan said that you have a high fever and the flu virus has become more prevalent recently. In addition, you have been in contact with the girl from Lantai a few days ago. I guess it may be caused by this." Xu Rangchu opened the medicine box and took out the test strips while speaking.
Prepare to test Wen Sheng’s peripheral blood.
"Give me your hand!"
Wen Sheng stretched out his left hand, with the tip of his index finger pointing upward.
Xu Rangchu put on a disposable mask and medical gloves, and skillfully opened the test paper box to help Wen Sheng take peripheral blood. The test paper reacted quickly, and as he guessed, it was positive for influenza. "It is indeed influenza. I will prescribe some for my sister-in-law."
Take the medicine, take a few days of rest and you’ll be fine.”
"Is it serious? Do you really need to go to the hospital?" Fu Yanlin asked.
"Sister Sheng's fever is so severe, it's better to go to the hospital. I can't trust this guy." Zhu Qingjia agreed.
The two sang and harmonized and agreed.
Xu Rangchu was helpless.
Fu Yanlin let it go. This love-minded man couldn't bear to see his woman sick, so he was understandably nervous. But when had he ever seen Zhu Qingjia care so much about other people, he felt secretly unhappy.
Why doesn't he get this kind of treatment?
"It's just the flu, it's not a serious problem. There's no need to go to the hospital." Wen Sheng frowned and urged, "Fu Yanlin, please send Dr. Xu and Jiajia back first. I'm tired and want to rest."