After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

Fu Yuheng put one arm around her waist and gently stroked her hair with the other hand. He hugged her and coaxed the person in his arms with soft voice.

From time to time, he raised his fingers to wipe away the tears on his face.

Fu Yuheng is the person who hates crying the most.

Crying is a very hypocritical thing for him.

But Wen Zhihe was very different to him. When he saw her crying, he felt heartbroken, heartbroken, and heartbroken.

When she cried, his heart was broken.

I wish I could give her the whole world.

Fu Yuheng patiently explained that she had a fever last night and wearing wet clothes would be worse for her health.

The servants had already gone to bed at that time, so it would not be nice to wake them up.

Finally he changed her clothes.

Wen Zhihe leaned in his arms and listened to what he said. It seemed that there was no problem.

It is indeed not a good idea to ask someone to get up in the middle of the night to change her clothes.

However, now that he had seen everything and touched her almost completely, Wen Zhihe's face turned red as if blood was about to drip out when she thought of that scene. It was simply too humiliating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Although they had already done that in the hotel that day.

But the situation was different then. She was drugged and the room was dark, so she couldn't see who was who.

This time he changed her clothes, so she must have seen it clearly.

But what could she do? From what he said, he seemed to be thinking about her. If she didn't change her wet clothes and slept in them, the situation might get worse.

Come to think of it, how could she blame him? It was he who saved her life.

But the feeling of being seen naked by him really made her feel very uncomfortable, as if she was not wearing anything and he could see through her. She was so shy! ! ! !

"Okay dear, let's go wash up first and then have breakfast, okay?"

Fu Yuheng spoke to her in a very gentle voice. He was afraid that if he said something too harsh, it would scare the little cutie in his arms, so he spoke to her very gently.

Fu Yuheng probably gave her all his patience in this life.

Wen Zhihe had just cried, so she uttered "hmm" softly with a strong nasal tone.

Then Fu Yuheng picked her up and went into the bathroom.

She only had a thigh injury, and the wound was small. She was able to get out of bed and walk. She was sure and certain that she was not disabled.

But Fu Yuheng refused. He insisted on holding her and washing her himself, saying that she was injured and he was worried.

Wen Zhihe couldn't resist him, and finally he carried her to wash.

Fu Yuheng squeezed the toothpaste for her, filled the wash cup with water, and handed everything to her.

Wen Zhihe sat on the sink and took it with both hands.

No one had ever taken care of her like this before when she was at home.

Even her parents and family members had never been so kind to her. If she was sick, they would not care about her at all and would force her to continue working. If she did not do her job well, she would be severely beaten.

It was the first time that she was taken care of so attentively by someone, and Wen Zhihe felt warm inside.

After washing up, Fu Yuheng carried her back to the bedroom and gently placed her on the soft big bed.

"Dong dong dong."

Mrs. Meng stood outside the bedroom door, holding a tray in one hand and raising the other hand to knock on the door gently a few times, "Master, breakfast is ready."

Fu Yuheng said coldly, "Come in."

This breakfast was made specially for Wen Zhihe by Mrs. Meng at Fu Yuheng's request.

The little girl was sick yesterday, so breakfast must be light and nutritious.

Mrs. Meng could only walk into the bedroom after receiving orders from her master.

He came to the bedside coffee table and gently placed the nutritious breakfast on the table. "Master, if there is nothing else, I will go down first."

Fu Yuheng sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her and hummed, motioning Mrs. Meng to leave.

Mrs. Meng saw that the young lady on the bed had red eyes and looked as pitiful as a little rabbit, as if she had been bullied.

Mrs. Meng was just a servant, so she couldn't say much, but she felt a little sorry for the young lady.

I thought to myself, this young master is really something. The young mistress is sick, but he bullied her and made her cry early in the morning.

Mrs. Meng felt sorry for Wen Zhihe in her heart, then left the bedroom with the empty tray.

When she went downstairs, she was still complaining about her young master in her heart.

It's just a pity for the young lady. She was as innocent and kind as a little white rabbit, but was eaten by the big bad wolf until not even a bone was left.

At this time, the old lady knocked on the door and walked in from outside.

When the old lady learned last night that Wen Zhihe was ill, she didn't sleep much the entire night and was very worried.

Fu Yuheng asked her grandmother to go back to sleep and he would take care of her, and told her not to worry.

But having said that, the old lady was still worried.

Her granddaughter-in-law was injured and had a fever. It was so serious, how could she not worry?

The old lady prayed all night last night, hoping that her precious granddaughter-in-law would get better soon and not suffer from the pain.

The old lady came up quickly early in the morning because she was worried.

Fu Yuheng stood up, walked forward and greeted her, "Grandma."

"Grandma." Wen Zhihe saw her and was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed.

It is really impolite to greet elders while sitting like this.

The old lady came to sit beside the bed and told her to have a good rest without getting out of bed. She asked with great concern, "Child, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Wen Zhihe shook her head. "Grandma, I'm fine. I'm sorry, grandma, for making you worry."

It was all her fault for not taking good care of herself, causing the old lady to worry so much. Grandma was old, and Wen Zhihe felt very sorry for causing her so much worry.

"Silly child, it is our Fu family who is sorry for you and has made you suffer." The old lady held her hand lovingly and spoke caring words.

If it weren’t for the Fu family’s failure to take good care of their granddaughter-in-law.

Nor would I let my granddaughter-in-law get injured and have a fever.

This is the responsibility of their Fu family.

Seeing her granddaughter-in-law looking so haggard, the old lady felt distressed.

In order to let her eat breakfast in peace and not disturb them, the old lady left the bedroom.

Fu Yuheng came to the bedside with two bowls of porridge. One bowl was mixed shrimp porridge, which was salty, and the other bowl was red date milk oatmeal porridge, which was sweet.

He brought it to Wen Zhihe and asked softly, "Zhizhi, do you like salty or sweet drinks?" and let her choose.

Wen Zhihe looked at the two bowls of porridge and they both seemed delicious.

I haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon, and my stomach is growling with hunger.

She was a little embarrassed, and asked Fu Yuheng tentatively in a low voice, "Can I have two bowls?"

The bowls in the Fu family are all small bowls, completely different from the bowls she uses for eating at home.

The bowls used at home are slightly larger than this one. The Fu family uses very small, high-quality blue and white porcelain bowls.

A small bowl will definitely contain less food, so a bowl of porridge is not enough to fill you up.

But she was afraid that he would not let her eat, so she asked tentatively, saying that if that was not possible, she could just drink a bowl of porridge.

As long as she had food to eat, it was good enough; she couldn't ask for too much.

Fu Yuheng looked at her with concern, "Of course."