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

Wen Zhihe looked at the man lying on the bed with a pitiful expression. His originally handsome brows were now haggard and could not be concealed. She nodded happily and agreed, "Okay."

When she was sick and had a fever before, others took the trouble to take care of her. Now that others are sick, she should do the same.

Seeing his wife nod in agreement, Fu Yuheng was overjoyed~\(≧▽≦)/~

However, on the surface, someone still pretended to be a weak, pitiful little puppy who needed extreme care.

Wen Zhihe came to his side and said, "Let me help you up first." Then she bent down and helped him up.

Fu Yuheng was just like a baby who couldn't take care of himself. He leaned on her, limp and looked like he had no strength at all.

Wen Zhihe then thoughtfully picked up the pillow on the bed and placed it behind his back, letting him lean back, "Go slowly."

After leaning him against the bed, she reached out and picked up the bowl of hot porridge from the bedside table and sat down beside the bed.

She gently held a bowl of porridge with one hand, and with the other slender white hand held a spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl, and wisps of white steam rose.

Her fan-like eyelashes drooped slightly, and then she scooped up a spoonful, blew gently, looked up at him, and handed it to his mouth, "Be careful of the heat." She reminded in a gentle voice.

Fu Yuheng, who was leaning against the head of the bed, said "ah" obediently, opened his mouth, took the porridge in the spoon, chewed it for a moment, and swallowed it into his stomach.

The porridge fed by my wife is delicious~

A pair of star-like eyes were filled with Wen Zhihe. He stared at his wife, and could not get enough of looking at her.

The sunlight shone through the glass window into the room, some of it falling on her fair and translucent face, adding a layer of soft light, which made her look particularly beautiful.

The long, black eyelashes fluttered slightly like two disc wings, and underneath them were a pair of clear and clean eyes, delicate and gentle.

Fu Yuheng's heart beat like a drum. He really wanted to hide the person in front of him secretly, not letting anyone else see him, only him could see him.

Fu Yuheng asked with a smile in his dark eyes, "Have you had breakfast?"

Wen Zhihe lowered her eyes and continued to stir the porridge in the bowl. She raised her eyelashes slightly and looked at him, nodding in response, "Yeah, I've eaten."

He felt relieved when he heard that his wife had eaten breakfast.

She fed him a spoonful of porridge, picked up a handful of brightly colored vegetables with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth, eating the porridge and vegetables together.

In this way, a certain person fully enjoyed the gentle and thoughtful care of his daughter-in-law, drinking the porridge that she personally fed him and eating the vegetables that she personally fed him.

The meal this morning was exceptionally delicious. It was definitely different when it was fed by my wife herself.

Very fragrant~

After finishing breakfast, "Wipe~" Fu Yuheng squinted his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, he moved his mouth forward, motioning Wen Zhihe to wipe his mouth.

No matter how much she is asked to wipe his mouth, this man acts like a child when he is sick.

No, he is not even as good as a child. Children wipe their mouths by themselves, but he, a grown-up, still needs others to wipe his mouth. Wen Zhihe gave him a shy look, meaning that it was shameless for such a grown-up to have others wipe his mouth.

Fu Yuheng doesn't care about being shy or not, he just wants to be close to his wife anytime and anywhere~

What's wrong with being thick-skinned? What matters most is being able to get the wife.

Who could have imagined that the once feared cold-faced King of Hell in Kyoto has now become a big dog who acts coquettishly to his wife.

Considering that he was a patient, Wen Zhihe reached out and pulled out a few white tissues from the black paper box on the bedside table, and patiently wiped his thin and indifferent lips gently.

"Okay, take a good rest, I'll take these dishes away."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Yuheng came out from the bed, put his arms around her waist, snuggled into her arms, and put his cheek on her shoulder.

"Forget about the dishes first, just take care of me and keep me company, okay? I want Zhizhi to keep me company, okay?"

His voice was already so pleasant to the ear, and when he listened to it so softly and crying, it made one's bones go weak.

Wen Zhihe was caught off guard by his hug, her body stiffened, her heart trembled slightly, and she was flustered. Why did he hug her so much today? He hugged her like this when she was taking medicine just now, and he was still hugging her like this when she was eating.

Wen Zhihe was strangled by him and could hardly breathe. She said in a serious tone, "Let go first."

"No, I want to hold you like this, hold Zhizhi for the rest of my life."

He buried his head in the crook of her soft and fair neck, and held her waist tightly with his hands, as if he hadn't heard anything. He was like a naughty dog ​​who just wanted to stick close to his wife and didn't want to let go, not even for a moment.

"Fu Yuheng, why are you so good at acting like a spoiled child?"

Even when he is sick, he is so clingy, like a stubborn dog, and you can't get rid of him.

It was the first time she saw him acting coquettishly. People say that women who act coquettishly have the best luck, but to her, it was really fatal to see men acting coquettishly.

Fu Yuheng raised his head, with an extremely gentle smile between his eyebrows, almost drowning people, "Wife, I only act like a spoiled child with you."

Wen Zhihe's heart beat uncontrollably faster because of his laughter, and her ears turned red. She shyly looked away and said softly, "Who is your wife?"

He continued to nestle in her neck like a scoundrel, the heat from his lips falling on her delicate skin, half of his face was already flushed.

"You, for life."

If there is a next life, he still hopes she will be his wife.

The faint minty scent from the man filled her heart, with an alluring allure that made Wen Zhihe's face seem to be burning.

"Cough cough..."

Gao Kangwen received a call from the old lady saying that Fu Yuheng had a fever, so he hurried to the Fu family. As soon as he arrived, he was fed dog food by the two people in front of him. It was force-fed. He put his fist to his lips and coughed twice awkwardly.

If I had known this, I wouldn’t have eaten such a full breakfast. Now my buddy has force-fed me a handful of dog food. To be honest, I feel a little full.

Wen Zhihe heard the sound of someone coming in, and quickly pushed away Fu Yuheng who was clinging to her, stood up, her face became even redder, and her head was almost smoking.

Ahhh! ! !

So shy!

Why was he still flirting with her today even though he was sick, saying all these sweet words that made her blush and her heart beat faster?

He would always act like a spoiled child and hug her. Wen Zhihe's heart seemed to be about to jump out of her throat and her face was so red.

Fu Yuheng felt the voice was familiar and looked towards the bedroom door.

Why is he here?

He remembered it very clearly and did not call this guy to come.

"How did you come?"

Gao Kangwen heard his brother's tone and it seemed that he didn't want him to come.

"You have a fever, grandma asked me to come over and take a look at you."

Really, you think you want to come here, but you feed him dog food as soon as you get here. He is still a single dog, this is simply killing the dog, okay!