"Miss Win, please!"

Uncle Tang withdrew as he spoke.

At the door of the master bedroom, only Wen Yabao was left alone, full of question marks.

How does she feel tricked?

Fu Shiye's master bedroom, when did she record her fingerprints?!

Sleepwalking?

Incredibly weird—

After settling down, Wen Yabao walked closer to the door of the master bedroom and successfully opened the bedroom door with the index finger of his left hand.

Walk towards the bedroom.

There was no light in the room, so Wen Yabao could only follow the faint light emitted by the mobile phone screen.

The cool moonlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very low.

Cold soaking, cold swishing.

What's going on here?

Wen Yabao's cold hair was upside down, and he instantly got goosebumps.

"Mr. Fu?"

I was afraid that it would be too loud and alarm Fu Shiye.

Wen Yabao could only lower his voice and call people in a very soft voice.

"Come here." A steady, deep male voice came from the bed deep in the bedroom.

It sounds like nothing serious.

"Can I turn on the lights?" It was pitch black, and Wen Yabao was a little scared.

"Smack".

The lamp at the head of the bed lit up in response.

Warm orange light dispelled the darkness of the room.

Wen Yabao's pounding heart finally quieted down.

"Uncle Tang said that you are not feeling well, he invited a doctor to come over, do you want to call the doctor to come up and take a look?"

Wen Yabao hadn't heard of Fu Shiye's old illness, but he would look at his face, which was somewhat morbidly pale.

"Why don't you see a doctor when you're sick? Fu Shiye, are you a three-year-old child? ”

Wen Yabao sat down next to the edge of the bed and reached out to probe Fu Shiye's forehead.

There was no fever, and it was even a little cold from being blown by the air conditioner.

Fu Shiye's deep eyes were staring at her burningly.

Silence.

There was still a faint flicker of grievances in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" It is hard for Wen Yabao to imagine that someone dares to give Fu Shiye grievances, "Look at your pitiful, it's hard to imagine, who is so bold in this Sheng Jing that he dares to bully Mr. Fu?" ”

She was about to withdraw her hand, but was choked by Fu Shiye's wrist first.

"You." The thin lips moved slightly, and Fu Shiye gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word.

"Me?" Wen Yabao was shocked, "What did I do badly to offend you?" ”

Fu Shiye did not admit it affirmatively, nor did he deny it.

"Did I really offend you?" She doesn't seem to be doing anything???

The look on his face, guess it......

She really couldn't have guessed! Desperate jpg!

"Why don't you see a doctor first? After reading Mr. Ren Fu's disposal? ”

Wen Yabao could only change the topic, "Nothing else is important, the body is the most important." ”

"I'm not uncomfortable! Just want to be quiet. Fu Shiye declined the request to see a doctor.

"Did Mr. He and Uncle Tang say that your heart is uncomfortable, are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"

It's weird if you don't see it when you're sick!

Who made him Fu Shiye! It's not like you have to coax it.

But Wen Yabao couldn't directly lift Fu Shiye up from the bed and throw it to the doctor.

"Then you shouldn't see a doctor, you should eat something, right? It's late, Uncle Tang said you haven't eaten dinner yet. ”

Wen Yabao wanted to withdraw his hand, but Fu Shiye seemed to be competing with her, and his strength tightened.

"What do you want to eat, I'll ask Uncle Tang to prepare. If you are too full and too tired to eat in the middle of the night, why not eat something light? The crepe wontons in the kitchen are very fragrant, do you want a bowl? ”

Wen Yabao coaxed him patiently, and his face was already stiff to the extreme.

She was so tired that she reluctantly discussed, "Let go of me first, okay?" ”