Green tea sick beauty just wants to be a salted fish

Although Fu Cheng's first life was plagued by illness, he died of illness at the age of 19, but because his father was a scientific researcher, he was always strict with him. Follow father to learn all kinds of professional knowledge.

Until the age of 19, he had inherited his father's mantle and was a well-known genius scientist. The display cabinets at home can be filled just by publishing papers and trophies for various intelligent AI-related scientific research achievements.

If it wasn't for the progressive frostbite on his body that was becoming more and more uncontrollable, and his lifespan was running out, Fu Cheng would probably enter the research institute directly after graduation in five years.

Such Fucheng naturally deserves the word "educated".

It is a pity that God opened a window for him, and it is bound to close the original door tightly...

How talented Fu Cheng was in the first life, but how stupid was the little quilt in the second life.

After becoming a quilt demon, Fu Cheng discovered that all the things he had learned were returned to his father in the first life.

It's not that kind of simple forgetfulness and poor memory, but that his brain can't move at all, just like the quilt demon itself has insufficient brain capacity, limited thinking ability, and can't hold anything.

This is not only to close the door tightly, but also to weld the door directly.

Even if Fu Cheng didn't want to admit it, she couldn't erase the fact that she was a complete fool in her second life.

The little quilt is just a cute face, but no head.

Fu Cheng felt sad when she thought about it, and sighed silently in her heart.

He tried to calculate the first formula his father taught him when he was a child, but it was blank and he couldn't remember anything.

The original owner is talented in both calligraphy and painting, but the little salted fish quilt has forgotten everything and inherited nothing, except for astrology.

For a moment, Fu Cheng let go of the hand holding the folding fan, and Li Li's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were tense indifferently, and she did not speak.

He sat quietly in the wheelchair, without saying a word or making a fuss, at first glance he looked like a wooden beauty, very well-behaved.

But Yu Hanzhou couldn't do anything with his small appearance.

Yu Hanzhou is not afraid of Fu Cheng's temper, not afraid of Fu Cheng's acting like a baby, but he is afraid that he will ignore others.

There was silence on the boat. The wheelchair, which was slowly rolling forward, finally reached the bow and stopped.

Then, the tall and tall man walked from behind the wheelchair to the front, leaned over and encircled Fu Cheng's waist, and dragged his other hand to his knees, and in the blink of an eye, he forcefully grabbed Fu Cheng into his arms and hugged him horizontally.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Hanzhou stepped down, jumped out of the cruise ship with Fu Cheng in his arms, made a few jumps in the air, and landed lightly on the opposite cruise ship.

The dark guard who had been waiting for a long time immediately pushed out a wheelchair inlaid with jade and gold, and stopped beside Yu Hanzhou.

And Fu Cheng was still a little dizzy, so he was put into a new wheelchair, and then a soft blanket was covered on his legs to isolate him from the cold.

This series of actions happened so fast that Fu Cheng couldn't even react to stop it.

When he came back to his senses, he had already been pushed into an unfamiliar and warm bedroom, and in front of him was a well-prepared refreshment and a stove.

Yu Hanzhou dragged a chair over and sat down facing Fu Cheng.

The man stared at Fu Cheng's indifferent but unusually beautiful eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Tell me, why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Saying that, the mysterious black gold ebony folding fan was also handed over.

Fu Cheng deliberately ignored the folding fan, and only glanced at Yu Hanzhou's cuff.

He knew that Yu Hanzhou had hidden the "Book from Heaven" in his sleeve just now.

It was that excerpt that reminded Fu Cheng of the fact that she is an idiot now.

He was in a bad mood, and looked at Yu Hanzhou's handsome eyebrows.

The man was watching him patiently, his light-colored eyes lost the pressure they had before, and he looked like a gentler gentleman.

But in fact, Yu Hanzhou is not gentle at all, he is a foreigner, his bones are very tough, his browbones are deep, and he is extremely aggressive.

It's just that the sharpness and aggression are neutralized by the perfect facial features that are too unique, coupled with the deep city mansion and outstanding temperament, it makes him look polite, like a rich and handsome noble son.

The ferocity of this man's nature was well concealed. Others were afraid of him, but they were only afraid that he was deeply scheming and scheming, and they didn't have the fear of being killed by him at any time.

It stands to reason that it should be very easy for a person like Yu Hanzhou to deal with an inexperienced and not very smart Fucheng.

But the man didn't use Fu Cheng in any city, he just sat down like this, and used the most straightforward way to coax Fu Cheng to tell the reason for his unhappiness.

Fu Cheng's eyes were a little dazed, and she lowered her eyes slightly, allowing Yu Hanzhou to look at her.

He stalemate with the man silently for a while, and then he couldn't help but grabbed the handkerchief prepared on the plate to cover his lips, and coughed several times.

Yu Hanzhou immediately put down his folding fan, took the hot soup on the table, and carefully fed it to the young man's lips.

Fu Cheng stopped coughing, put down her hand, looked at the other party silently, reached out to take the bowl, but was avoided.

He frowned slightly, and finally whispered: "Don't feed me, I will get sick."

As soon as someone touches him, he will vomit, it's better to be cautious, this stinky problem can't be bothered.

Who knows that Yu Hanzhou heard this, and insisted on handing over the spoon, saying: "You just hugged you because you forgot the truth? Don't worry, it's fine."

Fu Cheng was taken aback when he heard the words, and thought about it blankly, it seems that this is really the case... At this moment, it seems that he can still feel the burning hands tightly hugging him on his back, but why?

In his first life, he was diagnosed with autism at the age of five, and was diagnosed with ALS at the age of 15. He also had a psychological disorder accompanied by autism. He never had too much contact with outsiders. Except for his parents, the only close contact he had The one who lived was the child who accompanied him during the time when he was a quilt demon in the second life.

It stands to reason that even if he doesn't break out in cold sweat like before, he shouldn't be used to being picked up by a strange adult.

Obviously, it was a problem that accompanied him all his life, making him like a snail, except for attending classes and doing research, he stayed behind closed doors.

Although, even if his mental illness is cured and he wants to go out, with his body, he can't stand up.

Because he is the old son of his parents, both of them had gray hair when he was born, and he could not live long due to frostbite, and then his parents walked ahead of him, so he naturally followed, and the people he had close contact with were even closer at zero.

After much deliberation, there is no one to refer to... Could it be that Yu Hanzhou is too special?

Fu Cheng subconsciously looked at the opposite man.

Even though he was in a daze, Yu Hanzhou still held the spoon silently, as if waiting for his response.

Only then did Fu Cheng stop delving into it, lowered her head honestly, and drank the soup that Yu Hanzhou fed her.

The taste of the soup is the same as before, even the herbs added are exactly the same, obviously from the same cook.

After taking two tentative sips, Fu Cheng didn't feel any discomfort, so he continued.

Yu Hanzhou waited for him to finish drinking, then handed him a hot handkerchief to wipe his face.

Fu Cheng finished wiping cooperatively, seeing Yu Hanzhou ordered someone to take away the things, and then continued to sit back patiently in front of him to guard him, finally on an impulse, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the other's sleeve.

"What's the matter?" Yu Hanzhou glanced at the pulled sleeve, thinking that the boy was acting like a baby.

However, Fu Cheng grabbed the man's sleeve, pulled it over, then reached in with the other hand, and fumbled in the sleeve several times.

He didn't touch Yu Hanzhou's hand on purpose, but he would definitely bump into it if he moved like that.

Yu Hanzhou raised his eyebrows, and immediately grabbed Fu Cheng's wrist with his backhand.

The scorching palm held the slender white wrist, and the fingertips rubbed against the protruding wrist bone, making Fu Cheng shrink back from the itchiness.

He frowned and protested, "Don't catch me."

Yu Hanzhou smiled and said, "Didn't you come to touch me yourself?"

"I'm looking for something." Fu Cheng retorted confidently, but her voice was not loud, soft and weak.

He grabbed his wrist and said dissatisfiedly: "You let go, I want to get the booklet. Where did the booklet go?"

Yu Hanzhou understood for a moment, let go of his hand, and said amusedly: "Why do you think that the truth will put the folder in the sleeve directly? Didn't it drop when you let go?"

"But you hid just now..." Fu Cheng looked at him suspiciously, looking very aggrieved.

Yu Hanzhou didn't want to tease him, he reached into the wide sleeve, hooked his finger, and tore off a layer of cloth from the sleeve, and pulled out the flap inside.

Fu Cheng opened her eyes slightly for a moment, and after a closer look, she found that the sleeves were lined, which was obviously sewn specifically for storing things.

Yu Hanzhou showed him the location of the hidden things, then handed over the booklet and said, "Here. Are you willing to tell me why you are angry?"

Fu Cheng nodded quietly, took the notebook and opened it for a look, then suddenly threw it back into Yu Hanzhou's arms, and said, "Read it to me."

Yu Hanzhou didn't know why, but kept things simple, and told about the situation in which the queen and the prince were vomiting blood one after another, and repeated the old emperor's words about Fucheng.

After finishing speaking, the man handed over the folder and said with a smile, "How happy is this?"

Fu Cheng nodded.

But in the next moment, he unfolded the folder, his bony knuckles grabbed both sides of the folder, and tore it hard!

The high value guarding outside only heard a hissing sound, as if some book page was torn apart, followed by several similar movements, and it was getting slower and slower...

Finally, the young man's hoarse voice sounded softly and slowly, like the breeze caressing the weeping willows in spring.

"I don't like this book, that's why I'm not happy."

Gao Zhi's eyes widened for a moment, as if he had realized something, he hurriedly slid away, for fear of being affected.

In the room, Yu Hanzhou looked at Mi Zhe who was torn into pieces by Fu Cheng and threw it aside, his expression was neither happy nor angry, he only slowed down his voice and asked him: "Why don't you like Zhe Zi?"

Fu Cheng was still looking at the torn paper, and said stubbornly: "I don't understand, I don't like the words inside."

He raised his head to look at Yu Hanzhou, suddenly stretched out his hand, and gently grabbed the man's sleeve.

He squeezed a small piece of sleeve and held it in his palm.

Then, Yu Hanzhou saw the young man's bewitching eyebrows and eyes come alive, obviously expressionless, but looked extraordinarily bewildered and pathetic.

He looked at himself expectantly, and said coquettishly as if pouring out every single word: "I don't know anything anymore."

"I can't draw, I can't write poems, I can't read, I don't understand a word, how can someone become a fool when they are sick, they will definitely burn me to death as a monster who takes home."

"Yu Hanzhou."

Fu Cheng called out very slowly.

"Will you still protect me?"

The author says:

#There is a kind of green tea called I know you will promise me even if you know I am pretending#

#You don’t promise to kill me if you have the ability#