Jiu Ye, little ancestor, she is crazy

But the little ancestor refused to take the medicine, and even threw it on the ground and broke the cup.

Fu Jiuyan frowned when he saw this. He knew that the little ancestor was feeling very uncomfortable, but how could he get better without taking medicine?

He sighed helplessly and decided to try a different approach. He picked up another pill, chewed it in his mouth, then leaned over, put his mouth to the little ancestor's lips, and gently passed the medicine in.

Bo Ling resisted subconsciously, but Fu Jiuyan held her tightly, preventing her from moving.

Seeing that Bo Ling still didn't cooperate, Fu Jiuyan had no choice but to lean over and kiss Bo Ling again.

This time, Fu Jiuyan deliberately deepened the kiss. The little ancestor's lips were so soft, sweet, and just like strawberry-flavored glutinous rice balls.

Fu Jiuyan was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

After a while, the medicine began to take effect, Bo Ling's body gradually relaxed, and his breathing became much smoother.

Fu Jiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, and looking at the haggard face of the little ancestor, his heart was filled with pity.

He gently stroked the little ancestor's cheek and said softly: "Good baby, have a good sleep."

Fu Jiuyan gently carried Bo Ling to the bed and carefully covered her with a soft quilt. Then, he sat quietly by the bed, silently guarding her.

His gaze fell on Bo Ling's peaceful sleeping face, his eyes filled with endless tenderness and love.

He reached out and gently stroked Bo Ling's hair, secretly vowing in his heart that he would take good care of her no matter what and let her recover her health as soon as possible.

Time passed quietly, and the sunlight poured into the room through the curtains, creating a warm atmosphere.

At noon the next day, Bo Ling finally slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Fu Jiuyan still standing by her side, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Are you awake? How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Jiuyan asked hurriedly with concern upon seeing this.

Bo Ling blinked and replied softly, "Much better...but I'm still a little weak."

Her voice was a little weak, but much better than before.

Fu Jiuyan nodded with confidence, a hint of relief in his eyes.

He said softly, "That's good. Remember not to be so willful in the future. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Bo Ling pouted slightly and responded coquettishly: "I know! I will pay attention~"

Fu Jiuyan smiled slightly and touched Bo Ling's head lovingly.

Then, he picked up the little ancestor from the bed and walked into the bathroom together. He carefully helped Bo Ling wash up, his movements gentle and meticulous.

At this moment, Fu Jiuyan suddenly hugged Bo Ling tightly from behind.

He sensed something unusual about her body temperature, and his heart tightened. It turned out that Bo Ling's fever hadn't completely subsided, but had only been temporarily suppressed.

Now he has a fever again. He looks dizzy and his face is red with heat, like a ripe apple, very tempting and cute.

Fu Jiuyan frowned, his heart filled with worry. He quickly wiped the little ancestor's forehead and cheeks with a wet towel, hoping to make her feel a little cooler.

Then he opened the medicine box, found the antipyretic medicine, and fed it to the little ancestor according to the dosage.

Seeing the little ancestor gradually calm down, Fu Jiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still full of worry.

He decided to put aside all his work today and stay here to take care of the little ancestor until she fully recovered.

Fu Jiuyan carried the little ancestor back to the bed and gently covered her with the quilt. He sat beside the bed, watching over her quietly, reaching out and gently stroking her hair, his eyes full of tenderness.

After a while, the little ancestor's breathing gradually stabilized and his complexion looked better. Fu Jiuyan was relieved. Suddenly, Fu Jiuyan remembered that the little ancestor had not eaten yet and would definitely be hungry soon, so he got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some light food.

The little ancestor slept for a very short time. When he returned to the room with the dinner tray, he saw that the person on the bed had woken up, with a pair of big watery eyes, looking at him eagerly, looking extremely aggrieved.

Fu Jiuyan's heart softened instantly, and he quickly quickened his pace to the bedside.

"Are you feeling unwell?" he asked with concern, looking her up and down, afraid that she was feeling unwell.

The little ancestor shook his head, his soft voice carrying a hint of coquettishness: "I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Fu Jiuyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a doting smile.

He quickly placed the dinner tray beside the bed, carefully helped the little ancestor up, let her lean on his arms, then picked up a bowl of porridge, scooped up a spoonful to cool it, handed it to her mouth, and said gently: "Come on, open your mouth."

The little ancestor obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge in the spoon, glancing at other foods from time to time.

Seeing this, Fu Jiuyan chuckled and picked up some more food to feed her. The little ancestor ate with gusto, her cheeks bulging, like a cute little hamster.

After finishing the meal, Fu Jiuyan put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked softly, "Do you want more?"

The little ancestor shook his head and yawned, looking sleepy.

Fu Jiuyan smiled helplessly, wiped her mouth, then held her gently, letting her head rest on the crook of his arm. He patted her back gently, coaxing her like a child, and whispered, "Go to sleep, baby. You'll be fine once you wake up."

The little ancestor slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep in a short while. Fu Jiuyan looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with love and care.

Fu Jiuyan gently stroked the little ancestor's cheek, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, and a feeling of warmth and love surged in his heart.

He carefully put the little ancestor back on the bed and tucked in the quilt carefully to make sure she would not catch a cold.

Then, he sat quietly beside the bed, guarding her silently, fearing any disturbance.

Time passed quietly. After an unknown amount of time, the cell phone that the little ancestor had placed on the bedside table suddenly rang with a crisp ringtone.

Fu Jiuyan was worried that the ringing would wake up the little ancestor, so he quickly reached out to take the phone and walked out of the room quickly.

When he saw that the caller ID was his best friend Fenghuang, his heart tightened slightly, but he answered the call without hesitation.

"How's the debt collector?" The anxious voice of my best friend Fenghuang came from the other end of the phone.

"The fever has subsided and he is asleep now." Fu Jiuyan replied softly.

"That's good. I'm really sorry to trouble you this time, Mr. Fu." My best friend Fenghuang said gratefully.

"This is what I should do." Fu Jiuyan's tone was firm and gentle. "She is the one I love the most. I will always take good care of her."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jiuyan sighed softly and turned back to the room.

He sat quietly beside the bed, his eyes always fixed on the little ancestor, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his heart.

Seeing the little ancestor sleeping so peacefully, he couldn't help but let out a doting smile. Then, he slowly stood up and walked lightly downstairs to prepare dinner.

Fu Jiuyan walked into the kitchen, took off his suit jacket and hung it up, then tied on an apron and began to prepare dinner skillfully.

He took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, washed them carefully, placed them on the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife and started cutting vegetables.

He has a skilled technique in cutting vegetables and his knife skills are superb. Every cut is just right, as if he is completing a work of art.

Then, he lit the fire, poured oil into the wok to heat it, added onions, ginger and garlic to stir-fry, and then poured the chopped vegetables into the wok and stir-fried.

As the spatula stirred, the kitchen was filled with tempting aromas. Fu Jiuyan kept adjusting the heat and adding various seasonings to make the dishes more flavorful.

His cooking movements were smooth and natural, without any hesitation, just like a professional chef.

After a while, delicious dishes were placed on the table, emitting bursts of fragrance.

These dishes are mouth-watering with their color, aroma and taste.

In addition to these main courses, there are several exquisite side dishes that are perfectly matched.

In addition, there is a cup of refreshing lemon mint green tea, which brings a touch of coolness and comfort.

Fu Jiuyan carefully carried the food upstairs, walking slowly, for fear of waking up the sleeping little ancestor.

He walked up the stairs step by step, trying not to make any noise.

Arriving at the door of the room, Fu Jiuyan gently pushed it open, walked in, and then gently closed it. He walked to the bedside and saw that the little ancestor was still sleeping quietly, and he couldn't bear to disturb her.

But thinking that the little ancestor might be hungry when she woke up, he decided to wake her up.

Fu Jiuyan sat on the edge of the bed, gently shaking the little ancestor's shoulders, and said softly, "Little ancestor, get up, it's time to eat."

The little ancestor slowly opened his eyes, looked at Fu Jiuyan sleepily, then rubbed his eyes and sat up.

When she saw the table of delicious food brought over by Fu Jiuyan, her eyes suddenly lit up and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Wow, it looks delicious!" the little ancestor said happily. Her eyes swept over every dish on the table, her eyes full of anticipation.

Fu Jiuyan gently picked up a bowl of thick porridge, carefully scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently to cool it down, and then brought it to the little ancestor's mouth.

He looked at her intently, his eyes full of doting and concern.

"Come on, baby, open your mouth..." Fu Jiuyan said softly, with a hint of coaxing in his tone.

The little ancestor opened her mouth obediently and let Fu Jiuyan put the porridge in. She chewed it carefully, feeling the sweetness and warmth of the porridge.

Fu Jiuyan would occasionally pick up some side dishes with chopsticks and put them in the little ancestor's bowl, smiling and saying, "Try this, it's very refreshing."

The little ancestor seemed to have no interest in other cuisines, but Fu Jiuyan did not show any impatience.

Instead, he coaxed her softly, as if he was treating a fragile piece of porcelain with care.

The temperature of the porridge was just right, and every bite made the little ancestor feel warm and at ease.

Fu Jiuyan carefully observed every subtle expression of the little ancestor, fearing to miss any signal of discomfort.

Finally, the little ancestor shook his head in satisfaction, indicating that he was full. Fu Jiuyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

He gently picked up the tissue and wiped the porridge stains from the corners of the little ancestor's mouth. His movements were so light that it seemed as if he was wiping a precious piece of porcelain.

Then, he carefully put away the dishes, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

Throughout the whole process, Fu Jiuyan remained gentle and patient, fearing that his every move would hurt the little ancestor.