President, please spoil me!

He suddenly remembered what Xing Shen said, not only nagging, but also knowing that he was extremely careless, and he didn't even need to think about it to know that he was fooling around, but when he thought about it carefully, wasn't it totally unreasonable?

The last time she had a fever, it subsided within a day. He did coax her back then.

Xing Hua asked slowly, "Are you sure... I don't need to be hospitalized?"

He narrowed his eyes, unable to see the emotion, "Do you want to live in the hospital?"

"……No.

Huo Sicheng nodded, and then said lightly, "I'll ask the doctor."

She made a dull sound in a low volume, then lowered her head again, rubbing her fingers against the edge of the quilt, as if she was thinking about something, for a while, the atmosphere fell into a kind of quiet rigidity, and there was a slight Awkward.

"You rest for a while, I'll come over later."

Xing Hua looked up at him, then nodded.

The man turned and went out.

Huo Sicheng chatted with the doctor for a while, and made sure that her body was fine, and the other party replied in a cautious manner that it should be fine for him to go home and recuperate, because her situation is nothing more than injections, medicine, and care, and it is really nothing It is not necessary to stay in the hospital.

After leaving the doctor's office, he called Tong's mother again and told her not to come over.

When he returned to the ward, Xing Hua was staring out the window in a daze.

Her skin is very fair, but her hair and eyes are darker than usual, coupled with her well-proportioned facial features and specimen-like oval face, she is born with a cool temperament, especially when she doesn't smile or speak. will be more obvious.

Since her illness, people have been much quieter.

Huo Sicheng only stared at it for a few seconds, then walked over, lifted the quilt with his long fingers, and said, "Put on your shoes."

Xing Hua turned her head back when he came in, oh and turned sideways in cooperation, put her legs on the ground and put on the pair of indoor soft slippers she fainted on the balcony of the master bedroom, "Shall I go back now?"

The man's face was gentle and calm. When she spoke, she took off her suit and wrapped it around her body, "The infusion is also finished. You don't like the hospital. If you stay any longer, you'll be bored and have nothing to do. You might as well go back."

She glanced at the dark suit on her body, then at the only shirt left on his body, she reached out and was about to tear off the clothes, and said softly, "The sweater I'm wearing is cold and windy outside, you wear a sweater." It's sure to be cold."

It's late autumn now.

Huo Sicheng held her hand, and then hugged her horizontally without waiting for her to refuse, "I'm not a sick person like you."

Xing Yu was silent for a moment, and reminded him, "I'm not a sick child, there is a reason for being sick."

She fell ill twice and had a fever twice, and the instigator was himself.

He probably thought of it too, looked down at her, and said nothing.

Huo Sicheng hugged her from the ward to the parking lot, and received a lot of attention and gifts along the way. She was originally extremely eye-catching in appearance and demeanor, and this kind of hugging in the hospital was not uncommon, but it was probably from the outside To be carried in, and to be carried out like this kind of stroll in the garden is... very idol drama.

Occasionally, I heard someone talking from a distance behind me, and I was embarrassed for a while, and because of my fatigue, I simply buried my head in the man's shoulder.

Back to Blue Water Bay, it was already three or four in the afternoon.

Xing Hao has long discovered that the patient's attitude is very good in his place. He carried him from the hospital bed to the car in the hospital, and carried him directly back from the bed to the bed in the master bedroom after returning home, without touching the ground with his feet.

"Do you want to sleep or read a book?"

She blinked, "Give me the notebook."

Huo Sicheng glanced at her expressionlessly, turned around and walked out,

"...???..."

Xing Hua had no choice but to remind, pointing to the conspicuous silver notebook on the small table next to the sofa and reminding, "The notebook is over there."

Huo Sicheng stopped in his tracks, glanced at her, then at the notebook he had glimpsed a long time ago, followed her "guidance" and walked over, picked up the notebook and the cheap digital tablet together, go outside again.

Xing Hua was dumbfounded, "Where are you going?"

He answered her calmly, "Don't even try to touch this notebook during the recovery period."

"why?"

He patiently answered this extremely stupid question again, "Because you are sick, Xing Hua, don't think I don't know that you drag your hot brain and spend hours writing and drawing every day."

"No, I have to draw every day..."

Huo Sicheng ignored her at all, and went out with the things in his hands, which was obviously an unquestionable manner.

Xing Hua stayed there for a long time, and didn't know whether to cry without tears, or to go secretly to get the notebook back.

But Huo Sicheng soon left and returned.

He had two or three books in his hand, an ipad, and a large cup of... hot water, um, neither tea nor any other hot drink, just a cup of steaming hot water.

The cup was put aside, and the others were thrown on the bed, "Use these to pass the time when you're bored."

Xing Hao picked up the ipad and touched it, and looked at him pitifully with puffed cheeks, "Can you return the notebook to me, my work has just started on the right track, and I have hope of making money."

"No."

"You don't understand, I was originally a newcomer with little reputation, and now I have just gained such a little bit of popularity, if the serialization is suddenly cut off, I will lose a lot."

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you like drawing manga?"

Xing Hao touched his head, his face was a little bit confused, "I also said no, it's a little meaningless."

Huo Sicheng said flatly, "You don't like it, you just want to make money."

She draws as she pleases, like drawing serial comics, which is systematic, takes a long time, and requires continuous effort and repetition. Her languid temperament basically doesn't like it.

Not to mention drawing with a notebook, she has long since lost her original intention of liking drawing.

"Whether I like it or I want to make money, I think I am quite suitable for this. Apart from painting, I don't seem to have any other skills."

"You can draw whatever you want when you are well. As for the money, I will give you." He said flatly and as a matter of course.

Xing Hua, "..."

In fact, she really doesn't have any psychological barriers to spending her husband's money, but at this time, she still has an indescribably weird feeling. After thinking about it for a long time, she also knows that directly refusing is nothing more than seeking a quarrel. Baba said, "Actually, I... eat well, live well and dress well in Blue Water Bay, and I don't need any money."

How could Huo Sicheng not know about her little thoughts, he curled his lips and sneered, "That's fine, since that's the case, then you don't need me to give you money, and you shouldn't have to make money with your illness, anyway - you don't need it. "