After staying for a few seconds, she said, "Mr. Fu is very good like this, not serious at all." ”

Fu Qiran was stunned, and the smile on his face deepened.

"Although I'm a little sorry for Jiaojiao to say this, Jiaojiao with a fever is so cute, if only Jiaojiao could be so cute all the time."

Although Fu Qiran smiled, Ruan Jiaojiao felt a little cold inexplicably.

She tilted her head and avoided Fu Qiran's gaze.

It was precisely this deviation that Ruan Jiaojiao missed the fleeting depth in Fu Qiran's eyes.

"Is Jiaojiao hungry? Let's drink some porridge first. ”

Fu Qiran said and picked up the porridge and prepared to feed Ruan Jiaojiao.

Ruan Jiaojiao was indeed a little hungry, she sat up with her body propped up, looked at Fu Qiran obediently, and waited to be fed.

Probably because of illness, Ruan Jiaojiao's whole person looked wilted, and her penetrating and energetic eyes in the past also revealed a little grievance and powerlessness.

And this grievance and powerlessness are extremely well-behaved in Fu Qiran's eyes.

Such Ruan Jiaojiao would not say the word "divorce".

Fu Qiran hooked his lips, scooped a spoonful of rice porridge with a delicate wooden spoon and blew it, and then sent it to Ruan Jiaojiao's lips.

"Jiaojiao, open your mouth."

Fu Qiran said this in an almost commanding tone.

Ruan Jiaojiao paused for a second and slowly opened her mouth.

The warm rice porridge is sent to the mouth, and the cooked soft and glutinous rice melts in the mouth, and the rice porridge flows down the throat with a gentle sip.

The light rice porridge without even adding a single salt made Ruan Jiaojiao unable to taste any taste.

She smacked her lips and asked a little weakly, "Mr. Fu, have you added salt?" ”

"Xia Youzhi said that you should eat something light." Fu Qiran said.

The implication is that no salt has been added.

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded weakly, although it made sense to eat light, but not being able to taste any taste made her even more uncomfortable.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't dare to make too many demands on Fu Qiran, so she could only eat the rice porridge that Fu Qiran fed her one bite at a time.

A bowl of rice porridge, Ruan Jiaojiao only ate half of it.

The rest was generally drunk little by little by Fu Qiran in front of Ruan Jiaojiao.

Fu Qiran, who finished drinking rice porridge, licked his lips and said with a hint of inexplicability: "It's very sweet." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao tilted her head and looked at Fu Qiran with a puzzled expression.

Rice porridge obviously has no taste, why does Mr. Fu say it's sweet?

Fu Qiran was caught off guard and was suddenly cutely found by Ruan Jiaojiao, who suddenly sold cuteness.

He softened his heart a little, raised his big hand and rubbed Ruan Jiaojiao's hair.

"If only Jiaojiao had been so well-behaved."

He almost murmured.

If Ruan Jiaojiao hadn't been sick, she would definitely be able to detect the signal emanating from this sentence.

But Ruan Jiaojiao, who was sick, only felt that her head was full of mush, and she had almost no extra energy to think about the meaning of Fu Qiran's words.

She nodded softly and responded obediently with an "um".

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't wake up for long, and she soon felt sleepy after eating the porridge.

She lay down again and fell into a deeper sleep, while Fu Qiran stayed by her side, quietly watching her sleeping face, and drawing her face little by little with her fingertips.

The sun is setting.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on Fu Qiran's body, giving him a layer of blood-like glow.

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Ruan Jiaojiao's slightly pale lips.

His fingertips ran to her lips and rubbed them slightly.

After a few seconds, he smiled......