Walking out of the door of the small theater, Song Shengsheng started nagging, “You can’t find antipyretics, why should you come to school to find me? You can go to the hospital and ask the doctor to prescribe medicine for you. Do you have to accompany you?”
Fu Cheng coughed twice, his voice a little hoarse, sounded dull, a little fragile and pitiful.
“A man doesn’t want to go to the hospital. It’s so pitiful.”
He said this, not like a casual joke at all, and he was quite serious.
You can’t even make a fuck or sick.
Fu Cheng felt uncomfortable two days ago, and his throat was a little painful, probably because he was infected.
This little cold is nothing to him.
He has good physical fitness and can heal himself without taking medicine. If he endures, he will pass.
This time he was the same.
I didn’t plan to take medicine, so I was ready to go through it.
Even when I had signs of a fever, I went to take a cold shower and started to get a fever in the middle of the night.
People are uncomfortable and have no vacation.
After handling the business, I thought about it and happened to use this excuse to see her.
Fu Cheng is not very good at using bitter meat schemes, but he doesn’t know how to use them. He even went smoothly at this moment.
When Song Shengsheng heard him speak like this, she felt a little embarrassed to be a mean and poisonous woman again.
She stopped and looked at Fu Cheng silently, looking at the man’s slightly pale face, her eyebrows and eyes were lazy after illness, and she felt a little lonely.
It’s quite pitiful to look at this way.
I was lonely, as if no one was concerned about it.
Song Shengsheng felt a little unbearable. After all, her heart was not made of stone. She looked up at Fu Cheng: “Is it uncomfortable?”
Fu Cheng was still holding his son, turning his face, staring at her, “It’s uncomfortable.”
His voice was hoarse, but it was nice.
Fu Cheng lowered his eyelids, his thin lips pursed a faint curve, and his alienated temperament melted a lot softly in front of her.
The gaze he looked at her was always full of tenderness and pampering that others did not have, hidden deep in his eyes, hidden in those silent details that moisten things.
“Shengsheng, it’s really uncomfortable.” He whispered, “You feel sorry for me, okay?”
Song Shengsheng Oh, “I understand.”
Her heart had actually softened a little, “Put down your son first.”
As she said, Song Shengsheng looked into her son’s eyes again, “Xiaochi, come down and take your mother’s hand.”
Fu Luochi nodded obediently, twisted his body in his father’s arms, and couldn’t wait to get down.
Compared to the father’s arms,He does prefer the warmth in his mother’s palm.
Fu Cheng put his son down.
The boy walked to his mother’s hand and took the initiative to grab his mother’s hand.
Song Shengsheng also held his hand tightly.
Then she looked at Fu Cheng and muttered in a low voice: “If you are sick, don’t let yourself be tired.”
Fu Cheng felt warm in his heart, the blood in his body seemed to have been scalded, and his limbs and bones had the kind of warmth that was comfortable and steamed.
He was um, “I won’t be there next time.”
Fu Cheng took advantage of her not paying attention and gave a fleeting kiss on the middle of her eyebrows.