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

lady!

When Wen Zhihe heard him call her Madam, she was stunned for a moment.

It was as if a stone had fallen into the originally calm lake, causing ripples.

She didn't know why, but when she heard the word "Madam" come from his mouth, she didn't resist in her heart, and a trace of joy quietly spread to the tip of her heart.

She had never had such a strange feeling before, and she didn't know what was wrong with her.

Why do I feel this way?

But these two words made her think wildly.

Why did he call her that, did he really admit that she was, or was he just acting.

In order to make grandma happy and to avoid arousing other people's suspicion, I called her Madam so intimately.

Yes, how could anyone like someone like her, and how could she dare to expect others to like her.

What's more, this man is the president of the Fu Group, the cold-faced King of Hell feared by everyone in Kyoto, and the noble Master Fu Jiu. How could such an excellent and perfect man like her?

This is absolutely impossible!

It seemed that he was just imagining things that were impossible to happen. He must be acting.

When they signed the contract, he told her clearly that he had no interest in her and would not like a nobody like her.

He said this to her himself.

She knew it was impossible, so she quietly withdrew the inappropriate thought.

However, Wen Zhihe could clearly feel that the temperature on his face seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

You can imagine how popular she is without looking in the mirror.

Fu Yuheng lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms. His face was as red as if he had put on a layer of rouge, which made people feel itchy in their hearts.

He carried her into the bedroom, gently put her down on the bed and sat her down, then half-knelt down and took off her slippers. "Have you been good at home today?"

When his big palm touched her ankle, Wen Zhihe shrank nervously.

Every time he touched her, her whole body became tense and nervous.

Fu Yuheng put away his slippers, stood up, placed the pillow for her, and let her lean on it.

Listening to his words, Wen Zhihe always felt that he was speaking in a tone like coaxing a child.

Her back rested against the soft pillow, but she still responded politely, "Yeah."

Fu Yuheng stood by the bed and couldn't help but raise his slender, bony hand and gently rubbed her head, as if he was stroking a kitten, "Zhizhi is so good."

His palm was hot and warm. The moment he covered her, Wen Zhihe's whole body froze, her heartbeat accelerated, she drooped her eyelashes shyly, and puffed her lips. Why did he like to touch her head so much?

After praising her, he took his hand back and asked, "What does Zhizhi like to eat for lunch?"

"I, I can do it."

Her voice is soft and pleasant to the ear, like milky ice cream in summer, with a hint of sweetness.

Fu Yuheng looked at his well-behaved little wife, the tenderness in his starry eyes almost overflowed. He bent down and looked directly at her, stretched out his hand and gently pinched her soft face.

"Zhizhi, why are you so well behaved and not picky about food, huh."

In fact, she doesn't dare to be picky about food. Having a meal to eat at home is a luxury, so how could she be picky about food?

If she had continued to be picky about food, she would have starved to death and would not have survived to this day.

As long as she could have a hot meal, she was already very content and did not dare to ask for more.

"Okay, wait a minute, let Sister Meng prepare something delicious, and apply the medicine first."

This medicine must be applied three times a day. It has been applied once in the morning, and there are two more times. You cannot apply it less than once.

Fu Yuheng stood up and went to get the medicine box.

Why is she still applying it? Her wound, no, it shouldn't even be called a wound. It will heal in a few days without applying medicine.

But Fu Yuheng wouldn't do that. He had to apply it on her, not even once.

The ointment that Gu Ting'an gave him can not only make the wound heal faster, but also eliminate scars without leaving any. Little girls all love beauty, so when they wear skirts in the summer, the scars will no longer be visible.

After Fu Yuheng changed her medicine, Mrs. Meng brought her the prepared lunch.

I saw the young master feeding the young mistress himself.

Mrs. Meng exclaimed in her heart.

Her young master actually serves others!

I'm so surprisedヾ(???)?

I really didn't expect that the president of the Fu Group would condescend to feed and serve others!

Mrs. Meng has been in the Fu family for more than 20 years, but this is the first time she has seen such a strange thing!

The young master is really different now.

It should be said that the young master was still as cold to other people, but he treated the young mistress differently.

After delivering lunch, Mrs. Meng went downstairs.

At noon, Wen Zhihe also ate in bed.

She felt like a fragile porcelain doll, unable to move here or there, and even had to be fed by him personally.

She wanted to drink water, so Fu Yuheng had already poured some for her. The temperature was just right, not too cold or too hot. She wanted to go to the bathroom, but Fu Yuheng was worried and insisted on carrying her to the bathroom himself.

This made Wen Zhihe blush and feel extremely embarrassed.

She was a girl going to the toilet, and he, a grown man, was guarding the door.

Even if I wanted to go to the toilet, I didn't want to go.

So embarrassing! !

He did this to the point that she couldn't even walk.

If this continues, she probably won't be able to walk anymore.

I'm so rusty that I can't even walk.

By night time.

Fu Yuheng still did not forget to apply medicine to her. After applying the medicine, Wen Zhihe lay on the bed and prepared to rest.

At this time, Fu Yuheng lifted the quilt and felt a piece of the bed behind her collapse. She turned around and saw someone lying next to her.

Wen Zhihe was startled, and quickly sat up, hugging the quilt, looking at him warily, "You, why are you sleeping here?"

Fu Yuheng found a comfortable position with a clear conscience, lying on his side, looking at the alert little girl, "This is my bed. If I don't sleep here, where should I sleep?"

What he said seems to be right and there is nothing wrong with it.

This is someone else's room and their bed. It would be strange if he didn't sleep in his own bed.

But wasn’t he in the pajamas before?

Why do I have to sleep in bed all of a sudden?

This man is really moody. One moment he's like this, the next moment he's like that. I really can't understand him.

Wen Zhihe had no idea what he was up to or what he was planning.

This is his bed. It would be a bit unreasonable if I don't let him sleep here.

Since he wants to sleep on the bed, let him sleep on the bed.

Wen Zhihe hugged the pillow and prepared to get out of bed.

"What are you going to do?"

"Fu..." Wen Zhihe was about to call him Mr. Fu, but seeing that someone's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, she quickly took back the two words and continued, "Yuheng, I'd better sleep on the sofa. This bed is for you."

After saying this, Wen Zhihe turned around, but before her feet touched the ground, a voice immediately stopped her movement.

"If you get out of this bed, I can't guarantee what will happen tonight."