Fu Zhoucheng went through the discharge procedures for Tong Qianxi the next day.

He personally drove her back to the villa in a Ferrari, threw her into the bedroom and disappeared.

It's just that the originally empty villa suddenly has a lot of people, cooks, nannies, security guards, doctors, all of them.

Although Tong Qianxi is imprisoned, his treatment is not bad at all, and he eats the best food in the world every day, and his nutrition is very comprehensive.

Tong Qianxi has been Mrs. Fu for three years, and this is the first time that she has been treated like this.

It's just that she can't eat anything now.

"Vomit ......"

Tong Qianxi held on to the toilet and vomited so much that he stopped after a while, and lay on the bed with his body propped up, staring at the ceiling with his eyes blazing, without any strength at all.

After being brought back from the hospital by Fu Zhoucheng, she suffered from a very serious anorexia, what she ate and vomited, the more she ate, the more she vomited, and the three meals a day of normal people became torture for her.

In a blur, she heard footsteps outside the door, stopped at the door for a moment, and then turned to leave.

It may be that the door is not closed, or it may be that the various senses of the person in a semi-comatose state are more acute, Tong Qianxi faintly heard Fu Zhoucheng's voice outside.

"That's how you take care of people?"

"Rubbish!"

……

That's right, Tong Qianxi remembered that the housekeeper said that Fu Zhoucheng came back from a business trip abroad today.

You can't even affect others because of your own reasons, Tong Qianxi pursed her chapped lips, forced her eyelids open, took a few breaths, and then desperately propped up her upper body and leaned against the soft leather bed.

Doing these movements almost exhausted all her strength, and her legs were as weak as noodles, and there was no way to get off the ground.

"Bang-"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Fu Zhoucheng walked in like an angry lion with a grinning cold wind.

"You're back?" Tong Qianxi raised his face and barely squeezed out a smile.

She didn't want to anger Fu Zhoucheng, and she didn't want to show her weak appearance so that Fu Zhoucheng would have a reason to continue to anger others.

But the weakness that comes out of his bones can't be stopped by his expression.

Fu Zhoucheng looked at her condescendingly, her face was not half bloody, leaning against the head of the bed like a lifeless rag doll.

"You want to die?" Cool words popped out of his thin lips, and his voice was hoarse, but there was a faint sense of anxious distress.

Tong Qianxi looked at Fu Zhou Cheng Xuanhan's eyes, his eyebrows darkened, and the last trace of strength in his body was withdrawn. She tilted her head slightly, "Compared to now, what's so terrible about dying?" ”

"Tong, shallow, stream!" After a word, the big hand with distinct bones grabbed Tong Qianxi's shoulder.

Tong Qianxi didn't have any strength at all, his body was as soft as a ball of cotton, bearing Fu Zhoucheng's anger, his throat was empty and he couldn't make a sound, just fell to the side.

Fu Zhoucheng was slightly stunned, rolled his arms, hugged her, and held her in his arms.

Tong Qianxi Qing Lingling's eyes were full of despair and sadness, which made him angry and distressed, so he simply picked her up and strode towards the living room.

Putting her on the sofa in the living room, Fu Zhoucheng turned around and entered the kitchen, and ten minutes later, he walked out with a bowl of rice porridge that exuded this fragrant smell.

"Eat!"

The expensive bone china bowl is placed on the coffee table, the soup inside is milky white, the rice grains are blooming, and each grain looks soft and glutinous, obviously an ordinary bowl of white porridge, but it looks more delicate than many high-end ingredients.

Tong Qianxi leaned on the sofa, looking at the rippling food in the bowl, it really made people want to eat, but as soon as the thought came to her, a burst of nausea reminded her again that eating it would make her more painful.

She closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously.

"Don't eat?"

The low voice and slow speed of speech made Tong Qianxi's heart shudder for no reason, she opened her eyes suddenly, but unexpectedly, Fu Zhoucheng's movements were much faster than she imagined, and his big hand clasped her waist and pulled her to her lap.

As soon as the slender five fingers were closed, the small bowl of porridge was already in his hand, and the tableware on the coffee table clanked with his vigorous pulling.

The atmosphere that had been warm and calm a second ago suddenly dissipated without a trace.

"Warning you! If you don't drink this bowl of porridge, that little company of the Tong family—"

"I'm really not interested!"

"How about leaving him to fend for himself?"

Tong Qianxi was imprisoned in Fu Zhoucheng's lap, and Sen Ran's anger was like a real blade, making her feel pain from her shoulder all the way to her heart.

The despair in her heart is like a torrent pouring down, there is nowhere to avoid it, there is nowhere to escape.

Although she has decided not to help her father by herself, if she harms her father's career for half of her life, then she will still be unbearable.

"Eat!"

Fu Zhoucheng scooped up a spoonful of porridge and urged again.

"Okay, I'll eat ......"

Tong Qianxi's chest rose and fell, barely bracing his body, and reaching out to pick up the spoon. Fu Zhoucheng snorted lowly, and the spoon bypassed Tong Qianxi's hand and was sent directly to her mouth.

Tong Qianxi bit his lip, looked at the spoonful of white porridge for a few seconds, took a deep breath, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Second scoop, third scoop......

The porridge tasted very good, but it could not overcome the physiological reaction, and before she had drunk a third of the way, a violent feeling of nausea rushed from her stomach to her throat, making her eyes black and dizzy.

"Gross-"

Fu Zhoucheng's eyebrows froze, the porridge bowl had been removed in a moment, and with a turn of his arm, Tong Qianxi changed to sit down, his toes hooked, and the trash can next to the coffee table obediently fell under him.

"Gross-"

Tong Qianxi was sick to her stomach for a while, and the filth was sprinkled on the trash can road with the gastric juice, and the nausea of searching her intestines and scraping her stomach made her tears ripple.

Fu Zhoucheng's slender fingers shook and clenched, paused for a while, and finally gently put it on her back.

Fu ...... state into . ”

Tong Qianxi vomited and panted, the feeling of turning over the river and the sea in her stomach made the sadness in her heart a little deeper, she raised her head with difficulty, and Fu Zhoucheng's handsome face looked very gloomy in a hazy way.

"Please......"

"Please...... Leave me alone. ”

She hung her head, her voice muttering. Such a day is really, really, not much worse than death.

The sleeves of Fu Zhou's ready-to-wear shirt were flicked open, the tablecloth on the coffee table was rudely lifted, and the white porcelain porridge bowl and the cup ping pong on the coffee table were scattered on the soft Turkish carpet.

Tong Qianxi felt that he was being turned back, his back was pressed against the sofa, and the man's lean body was pressed against his cheeks, exuding warmth.

The sound is cold and does not carry a little temperature.

"Tong Qianxi! You tell me clearly—"

"In this world, there is only one Mrs. Fu, since you dare to marry me, don't want to leave!"

"Unless, you die!"

Fu Zhoucheng curled up Tong Qianxi's chin, his face was still hideous, but there was a trace of tenderness in his cold voice, "But, I'm not going to let you die......"