Fu Sichen has always done things neatly, and dealing with wounds is naturally no exception, after a simple bandaging treatment, he put on clothes with Tang Weiwei.

But after Tang Weiwei heard his words, he hummed and chirped again.

"My hands hurt so much now, I shouldn't be able to wear clothes."

Hearing Tang Weiwei say this, Fu Sichen put his eyes on Tang Weiwei's hand.

In order to vent his anger before, Fang Tongtong stepped on Tang Weiwei's fingers a few times with his foot, and when Tang Weiwei followed Fu Sichen over at the beginning, his hand was only swollen.

Because he didn't have any consciousness, Tang Weiwei didn't feel pain, and it was convenient to get dressed and undressed.

It wasn't until this moment that the puffiness on my hands had subsided a little, and I really felt the pain.

Fu Sichen looked at her like this, and felt helpless in his heart.

"Look at you, how long have you been away from me, and you've made yourself like this."

Although he disliked Tang Weiwei on the lips, he didn't really give up Tang Weiwei, but honestly helped Tang Weiwei get dressed.

When Fu Sichen helped Tang Weiwei get dressed, Tang Weiwei rarely took a serious look at the person opposite.

Fu Sichen was born with a good skin, but his appearance advantage was not in that face, and he had an abnormal bone appearance.

From Tang Weiwei's point of view, he could just see the sunlight outside the window hitting Fu Sichen's face, blurring a brilliant golden trace, making Fu Sichen's face more and more handsome.

At the same time, because the bodies of the two people were very close to each other, Tang Weiwei could even feel Fu Sichen's warm breath hitting his neck, tickling people like velvet.

Tang Weiwei's breathing couldn't help but become short, and then he said with some twist: "Otherwise, you just let go, and when you wait for a while, I'll try to put on the clothes myself." ”

She couldn't stand the ambiguity of the distance, which made her heart beat so fast that she almost thought she had some heart attack or something.

After she said this, Fu Sichen did sit up, and just when Tang Wei thought that he was going to leave like this and breathed a sigh of relief, there was a sudden blow on his head.

Fu Sichen knocked lightly on her head, and then said fiercely: "What are your hands now, can you still wear clothes?" I'm afraid you don't want to hurt yourself to death, let me sit honestly, and I'll help you get dressed. ”

At this moment, Tang didn't dare to speak, and sat there in a daze, quietly waiting for Fu Sichen to put on his clothes.

By the time Fu Sichen put on his clothes, Tang Weiwei's face was already red because of excessive shame.

I don't know why, she is obviously already an old husband and wife, but Fu Sichen's actions at the moment made her particularly excited.

After getting dressed, Tang Weiwei originally wanted to say thank you, but before he could open his mouth, a gurgling sound came from his stomach.

Listening to that shameful voice, Tang Weiwei's face turned red again.

"Are you hungry?"

Just when Tang Weiwei was desperately praying, hoping that Fu Sichen would not hear these embarrassing voices, Fu Sichen also heard this obvious sound, and then turned around and asked.

After being discovered by Fu Sichen, Tang Weiwei nodded secretly like a child who had done something wrong and was caught, and then explained a little.

"Actually, it's not that I'm hungry, it's just that I was chased by Fang Tongtong before, so the physical strength consumed is relatively large, and then my stomach is a little loud at this time."

Tang explained slightly, wanting to prove to Fu Sichen that he was not the kind of greedy woman, but Fu Sichen didn't know what her situation was now.

Sighing helplessly again, Fu Sichen put his hand on the top of Tang Weiwei's head and rubbed it twice, "You just do it well here, I'll go to my grandparents to help you prepare some food." ”

After finishing speaking, Fu Sichen turned his wheelchair and walked out, and when he came back again, he had a bowl of oatmeal porridge in his hand.

"My grandparents have been worried all day, so I haven't prepared anything to eat, oatmeal porridge is the only thing they have prepared, you can make do with your stomach first."

In this way, Fu Sichen took the food, Tang struggled slightly and sat up, and then stretched out his somewhat red and swollen hand, wanting to take the bowl of porridge.

But when she wanted to take the oatmeal porridge, Fu Sichen slapped her hand mercilessly.

"Your hands have become like this, is it possible that you will have to eat by yourself?"

Tang Weiwei hesitated and said, "Otherwise? ”

Fu Sichen turned his wheelchair and sat down beside Tang Weiwei naturally, "Isn't there a ready-made person next to you?" Just do it, and I'll feed you. ”

After saying this, Fu Sichen rarely pushed Tang Weiwei back on the bed, then took out a spoon, scooped a spoonful of oatmeal and tested the temperature, and put it to Tang Weiwei's mouth.

Tang Weiwei was never fed anything to eat after he was three years old, and Tang Weiwei was put on the bed like a child by Fu Sichen at this time, and he was fed again, and he felt extremely ashamed for a while.

But she also figured out Fu Sichen's actions today, and knew that if she refused at this time, Fu Sichen would not say anything if she agreed or not, and it was very likely that he would forcefully feed the food to her mouth again.

So, Tang Weiwei honestly swallowed the food.

Seeing that she obediently ate the things, Fu Sichen's tyrannical aura around her finally subsided a little, and then fed it to Tang Weiwei's mouth little by little.

The feeling of feeding one bite at a time made Fu Sichen feel a little addicted, and before he felt interesting, the oatmeal porridge had been exhausted.

Tang Weiwei put a bowl of porridge into his stomach, beat his full, covered his slightly bulging lower abdomen and said, "I feel as if I have eaten enough." ”

The subtext is that Fu Sichen doesn't have to continue to feed in such a shameful way.

But Fu Sichen looked at the empty bowl in his hand, and felt a little empty in his heart, so he said: "You have shed so much blood today, your body must be when you are weak, how can you just eat such a little oatmeal porridge?" I'll go make you some more. ”

"But I'm really full." Tang said weakly.

But Fu Sichen obviously didn't listen to her words, and after saying that, regardless of Tang's slight rebuttal, he had already turned his wheelchair and went to the kitchen.