After the divorce: The president can no longer control the young mistress

Chapter 390 I love her so much~
Sheng Chaomu had a sore throat and was extremely thirsty, he didn't want to talk.

She said to Huo Nuan, "No answer."

Huo Nuan is shrewd and can see her thoughts quickly.

After she hung up Fu Huaijin's phone call, she poured Sheng Chaomu a cup of warm water, fed it to her mouth, and said:

"The doctor said you have a fever, you are still infusion, don't move around. I will feed you."

Sheng Chaomu said thank you.

After drinking the water, Huo Nuan said, "Well, can I... can I call you Amu? It's always Miss Sheng's name, it's strange."

Sheng Chaomu didn't care about this: "It's just a title, as Miss Huo pleases."

Huo Nuan pulled his lips and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, I called Mr. Fu before, and counting the time, he should have arrived at Huojiabao by now."

After saying that, Huo Chonglou, who pushed the door in, reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Who told you to be so troublesome?"

Huo Nuan felt aggrieved, "Father, I...I also care about Amu, that's why I..."

Huo Chonglou's voice was extremely cold:
"Caring about her, you still call that Fu? She has a fever, and he doesn't even know. She was so hungry that her stomach hurts, and he even took her to kowtow to his parents on the mountain to make amends. This kind of man with a twisted mentality, Are you calling him to make things difficult for her?"

Huo Nuan felt that Huo Chonglou's attitude was not an attitude towards his goddaughter, it was just like treating his own daughter.

She couldn't believe it, but she restrained her emotions very well.

She quickly expressed her position and said, "I was negligent."

Huo Chonglou stopped looking at her, walked straight to the bed, and looked at the pale Sheng Chaomu:

"Is it better now? The doctor said that your body lost too much in the early years of production. If you don't take care of it, you will have a big problem. How can you be hungry and full? I am a doctor. I was sick and had a fever. Don't you know? How confused!"

For some reason, Sheng Chaomu's heart became hot because of Huo Chonglou's words.

She couldn't help thinking, for a man to love his house so much, he must have loved his mother so badly back then.

The feeling of being cared for and cared for is really craving.

While talking, Fu Huaijin arrived.

He was dressed in black, and his body was covered with chilly outer fabric. After entering the door, the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop instantly.

He directly ignored Huo Chonglou's cold gaze looking at him, and walked to Sheng Chaomu's bed in a few steps.

Their eyes collided in the air.

However, soon Sheng Chaomu looked away, and said to Huo Chonglou, "This is an old problem of mine, it doesn't matter."

The woman obviously didn't seem to want to talk to him, which made Fu Huaijin feel a little uncomfortable.

His thick black brows were slightly frowned, and he asked Sheng Chaomu: "Why are you still on the drip?"

Huo Chonglou snorted coldly after his words fell, and said:
"You still have the guts to ask? You know that because of giving birth to your children, she has seriously hurt her vitality, and the more it is winter, the more careful it is to take care of her, but you just do the opposite. On a snowy day, you still force her She went up the mountain to kowtow to your parents to make atonement, Fu Huaijin, are you still a human being?"

Fu Huaijin was choked and speechless.

Huo Nuan had unreasonable thoughts about Fu Huaijin.

At this time, she stood up to brush her existence, and said:

"Father, I see that Mr. Fu has something to say to A Mu and the others, why don't we go out first? Let them talk alone?"

After she finished speaking, Huo Chonglou asked Sheng Chaomu: "Girl, do you want to talk to him alone?"

Sheng Chaomu didn't want Fu Huaijin to be embarrassed, so he hummed.

Huo Chonglou didn't say anything, and left the room with Huo Nuan.

After they left, Fu Huaijin sat down by the bed, her gaze fell on Sheng Chaomu's gauze-wrapped wrist, some blood red faintly oozing from the gauze.

He reached out to hold her hand, but Sheng Chaomu put his hand under the quilt at this moment, then raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "Are you... all done?"

Fu Huaijin pursed her thin lips, stared at Sheng Chaomu for a while, suppressed the irritability in her heart, and said:
"Are you blaming me for forcing you to go up the mountain to offer incense to my parents, or are you resenting my aunt for hurting your hand?"

Sheng Chaomu pursed his lips for a while, and said, "Not at all."

Fu Huaijin interrupted her: "But you don't even want to give me a good face now."

Sheng Chaomu frowned, "I've got a fever and got sick, and I'm dizzy all over. Do I have to force a smile on you?"

Fu Huaijin pursed her thin lips coldly again.

The atmosphere became stiff and cold at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sheng Chaomu was really in a bad mood because of illness. She closed her eyes tiredly and said, "You... you can wait for me downstairs. I will go back with you after the infusion."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Huaijin's breathing became heavy for a while.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his voice was obviously raised: "Sheng Chaomu, you don't even want to look at me now?"

He suddenly turned up his volume, and his attitude was oppressive, and Sheng Chaomu's heart throbbed when he roared.

She opened her eyes, there was a cloud of moisture in her eyes, she looked at him silently for a while, and suddenly laughed:
"Are you angry with me?" In a lazy tone, "I really don't even want to look at you now. Please, Mr. Fu."

Fu Huaijin's larynx slid violently several times before he suppressed the anger in his heart, "Sorry. It's me...not good."

Sheng Chaomu gave a low laugh and said, "If you really feel sorry, please go out."

(End of this chapter)