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

Seeing his wife coming, Fu Yuheng stretched out his hands weakly and naturally wrapped them around her soft waist. He leaned his head in front of her and muttered, "I'm fine."

The moment he suddenly hugged her, Wen Zhihe's body stiffened and her heart beat uncontrollably.

Seeing that he looked uncomfortable, she didn't say anything and just let him hold her like that.

She reached out and touched his forehead, "Why is it so hot! You have a fever!"

Fu Yuheng frowned and coughed weakly a few times, "Cough cough cough, I, cough cough cough, I'm fine, maybe I caught a cold from taking a cold shower last night. It's okay, Zhizhi, don't worry about me."

The little expression seemed to be in great pain, and he looked so weak and unable to take care of himself that anyone who saw it would be moved.

When Wen Zhihe heard this, something touched his heart. He was sick now because of the cold shower he took last night.

He would rather make himself sick than touch or hurt her.

A wave of guilt washed over her.

Wen Zhihe lowered her eyes and looked at the man who was holding her. He looked weak and uncomfortable. She wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

She bit her lip, her eyes filled with deep remorse.

Fu Yuheng held her tightly with both hands, and when she couldn't see, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

"Let go first, I'll help you lie down on the bed." Wen Zhihe said as she pulled herself out of his arms and helped him stand up.

Fu Yuheng nodded obediently.

A 1.9-meter-tall man leaned against her softly, his hands around her waist, and walked towards the bed step by step.

Why does he like to hug her waist so much? Wen Zhihe didn't say anything because he was sick with a fever and let him hug her waist.

But every time he touched her, she felt as if her whole body was electrified, with an indescribable tingling sensation.

She put the pillow in place and let him lie on the bed. She was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she covered him tightly with the quilt, leaving only his head exposed.

As soon as he stood up, he grabbed her hand and didn't let go, looking at her eagerly, his voice low and hoarse, "Where are you going?"

The look in his eyes was so pitiful, just like a little puppy that was about to be abandoned, as pitiful as it could be.

I want to stick with my wife~

I don't want to leave my wife~

"I'll call the doctor."

doctor!

If the doctor comes, he will be exposed.

He held her hand tightly and didn't let go. "I'm fine. No need to call a doctor."

"How can that be possible? You have a fever now. If you don't let the doctor come to see you, it will get worse."

Wen Zhihe's tone was filled with anxious concern.

How can an adult be afraid of doctors when he is sick? Looking at a man in his twenties, he is like a child at heart.

Is my wife concerned about him?

She still has him in her heart, and Fu Yuheng is very happy.

His hand never loosened, holding her hand, my wife's little hand was soft, I like it so much~

I really want to hold her hand forever and never let go.

"I'll just take some fever-reducing medicine, that's all."

Wen Zhihe looked at him and asked, "Do you have any antipyretic medicine at home?"

"Yes, it's in the study, on the second cabinet on the left as you enter the door."

I told her exactly where it was, but I just didn't want the doctor to come.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll get you some medicine."

Fu Yuheng nodded obediently, "Yes."

Wen Zhihe pulled her hand out of his big hand, got up and went to the study, found the medicine box according to the location he said, and carried it to the bedroom.

She found the antipyretic medicine inside, turned around and poured him a glass of water, then came to the bedside.

In fact, the antipyretic drugs in the medicine box had already been replaced by vitamin tablets by someone.

Wen Zhihe helped him up, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the instructions on the bottle, and told him to take one pill at a time. Then he unscrewed the bottle, spread out his palm, and poured out a white pill from the bottle.

Looking at the pills in her hand, she always had an indescribable strange feeling, but she didn't think much about it and watched him swallow the pills.

"What do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you."

After taking the medicine, seeing that it was almost time for breakfast, she asked him about his preferences and what he liked to eat, and she served it to him. He was sick now, and she had to take good care of him.

He took care of her in the same way when she had a fever and was sick before.

Fu Yuheng looked delicate and soft, and said weakly, "I want to drink porridge."

"Okay, wait." She got up and left the bedroom.

As soon as Wen Zhihe left, Fu Yuheng pulled back the quilt. He no longer looked weak and unable to take care of himself, but a completely different person. He looked energetic, with a look of secret joy and satisfaction, and his hands under his head.

Thinking about how uncomfortable he was just now, Wen Zhihe's reaction clearly showed that she was worried about him.

She must have him in her heart.

Thinking this way, he felt that his whole night was not in vain.

However, this is far from enough.

Wen Zhihe went downstairs and met the old lady. "Good morning, grandma." He greeted her with a smile.

The old lady also responded to her with a smile.

I wonder if the bull whip soup I had last night worked.

The old lady held her hand and asked with a smile, "Zhizhi, did you sleep well last night?"

Wen Zhihe nodded gently, "Well, grandma, I slept well."

When the old lady heard this, her brows lit up with joy and said, "Okay, okay, as long as I can sleep well."

The old lady was wondering why she didn't see that unlucky grandson today.

Usually in the morning the two of them always come down to have breakfast together.

Only my granddaughter-in-law came down today.

Old lady, "Zhizhi, where is Yuheng?"

"He's sick. He just took some medicine to reduce his fever. He's still very weak and can't come down to eat. I'll bring it up for him later."

I got sick?

The old lady was the one who brought up Fu Yuheng.

I have been in good health since childhood and have hardly ever been sick.

Like other children, they will probably get a fever if they get caught in the rain.

Even if you put her grandson in ice, he will be fine, no fever, no cold, and he is in extremely good health.

You looked fine yesterday, but you have a fever this morning?

The old lady obviously didn't quite believe it.

But I remembered that I had let him drink bullwhip soup last night, which is a very nutritious thing.

Could it be that you exercised too much last night and got a fever?

Maybe it's possible.

Thinking of this, the old lady quickly called Gao Kangwen.

After all, he is her grandson, how can she just ignore him?

Wen Zhihe went upstairs with the cooked porridge and dishes.

When Fu Yuheng heard the noise, he quickly covered himself with the quilt, and immediately returned to his state of being unable to take care of himself, lying quietly on the bed.

She carried it into the bedroom and said, "I asked Sister Meng to make you a bowl of light porridge. You are sick, so it is better to eat something light."

Wen Zhihe said as he walked to the bed and put the porridge on the bedside table.

Fu Yuheng coughed a few more times, looking very weak.

Then he called her in a soft voice, looked at her with pitiful eyes and begged, "Zhizhi, I feel so uncomfortable, can you feed me?"