Fu Yanci is good everywhere, in terms of personality, gentle and elegant, I don't know how many times more amiable than Mr. Shao, in terms of resourcefulness, no one can stand out, in terms of appearance, and even movie stars are not as good as him, but in terms of poor health, in the eyes of Miss Zhao, it is weak.

There is no way to compare with the young master Song who has been in the Fengyue place all the year round, and none of the pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps have a fate with him.

Little Master Song wailed like this, Miss Zhao frowned at first, and then glanced at him: "Why did you suddenly have a stomachache?" ”

"I don't know, could it be that you ate something bad?" Young Master Song's acting skills were exaggerated, so he almost picked up his white shirt directly.

Zhao Zhixi is just simple and not a fool, can't he see if he is really sick or fake, but she didn't plan to expose him, she only said lightly: "Lie on the bed first, I'll take a look." ”

"Oh." Young Master Song 'couldn't wait' to lie down, his hands had already pinched the hem of his shirt, ready to lift the corners of his shirt at any time to show his chest muscles and abs, of course, if conditions permitted, he also wanted to show his biceps.

Young Master Song was lying on the bed obediently, and Zhao Zhixi was about to go around to the other side of the big bed, but after only two steps, Fu Yanci spoke: "Xiaoxi, help me pick up the needle." ”

Zhao Zhixi stopped and glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's not time yet, wait." ”

"I'm a little nauseous." Fu Yanci said again.

Zhao Zhixi frowned, and immediately turned around and went back again, checking Fu Yanci's situation, checking the pulse and looking at the tongue coating, Young Master Song was lying aside, and the daylily waiting for was cold.

Just when Zhao Zhixi was about to check, he heard Fu Yan say slowly: "Wen Sheng, go and pour me a cup of hot water." ”

"Oh, what a ......"

Song Wensheng habitually responded, but just as he was about to sit up, he realized that he was now a 'sick number', and he was suffering from unbearable abdominal pain, how could he help him pour water.

"Brother Ci, my stomach hurts so badly, why don't you wait a while?" Song Wensheng pretended to be 'I owe Bian', just to contradict Fu Yanci.

In his young master Song's world, there are no women he can't get, especially women that his brothers like.

Fu Yan was silent, but the glimmer in his eyes proved that he already had an idea, Song Wensheng had a few catties and taels, he knew very well, he didn't need others to take action, as long as one person, he could be submissive.

"Xiaoxi, help me take a look, I can't hold on." Young Master Song continued to wail, but every rising tail note was not a little fake.

Zhao Zhixi glanced at him, the person didn't arrive, and there was already an extra steel needle in his hand.

"Xiaoxi, help me quickly see if I have a bad stomach, or something sick, woo woo woo ......" Little Master Song continued to pretend to be miserable.

"Don't worry, I'll be the best at curing your disease." Miss Zhao was 'full of confidence', her feet had not yet reached Little Master Song, her arm had already stretched out, and the steel needle was accurately pierced on Young Master Song's Shaoshang acupoint.

"Hmm......" Young Master Song snorted, blinked his eyes twice, and the sweat on his forehead came down, "Pain, pain, pain!" ”

"Wait, it's not over yet!" The old god Zhao Zhixi was pinching the handle of the steel needle, doing the technique of mending the catharsis.

"Whew!" Little Master Song wailed, sat up straight, and hurriedly changed his words, "I'm fine, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore!" ”

"Okay?" Miss Zhao glanced at him, still holding the handle of the needle in her hand.

Little Master Song directly nodded his head into a chicken pecking rice: "Okay, okay, I'll go and pour water for Brother Ci immediately, it's okay." ”

In just a few strokes, Young Master Song was already in a cold sweat, and his aching arms were weak, not to mention flirting with his shirt to show off his abdominal muscles.

"Well, next time you feel unwell, come to me and make sure that the needle is cured." Miss Zhao pulled out the steel needle and spared him.

As soon as Young Master Song got free, he was like a catfish, and he hurriedly ran away without leaving his hand, not wanting to stay longer for a second, for fear that Zhao Zhixi would give him a shot on a whim, he was not her opponent.

Young Master Song ran fast, and Miss Zhao smiled happily, especially the moment she turned around, she happened to collide with Fu Yanci's sight.

For the first time, she saw Fu Yanci's eyes so deep, so sweet that it seemed to have a thick honey that could not be dissolved, so she looked at her so deeply, without any shy of it, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.

Such a look made Miss Zhao's heart panic, and she hurriedly looked away, her expression became unnatural, and she stood by the bed, not knowing what to do next.

Especially the sudden silence in the room, which made her feel embarrassed and her scalp tingled.

"Is it time to get the needle?" Fu Yanci suddenly spoke, his voice was warm, and his tone was casual, as if nothing had happened just now.

Zhao Zhixi turned around a little stiffly, but her mind was blank, forgetting that she was still holding a steel needle in her hand, and the turning action was too big, and the tip of the needle was directly scratched on the back of her hand.

"Hiss......"

Zhao Zhixi gasped, the blood beads on the back of her hand had already come out in strings, and she hurriedly threw the steel needle in her hand into the trash can, asking for the paper towel on the bedside table.

Just before she could move, Fu Yanci had already taken the first step to pull out the tissue, got up and grabbed her hand, and pressed the tissue against her wound.

"Why are you so careless, go to disinfect first." As Fu Yanci spoke, he directly pulled out the needle on the acupuncture point, dragged Zhao Zhixi's hand, and walked towards the medicine box next to him.

Although Fu Yanci is weak, he has a height advantage, half a head taller than Song Wensheng, just looking at his appearance, he has more boyfriend power than Song Wensheng.

The medicine box was carried and placed on the side of the bed, and Zhao Zhixi was also pulled to sit down, Fu Yan's rhetoric was very skillful, and he was not injured before he saw it.

It's just that Fu Yanci is a gentle person, and he becomes more and more charming when he focuses on it, leading Zhao Zhixi to stare at him without even blinking his eyes.

The perennial illness made Fu Yanci's skin very white, so white that he lost his blood color, but his demeanor was calm, but people often ignored his sickness, and only felt that he was a person with a strong aura and a mellow demeanor.

Fu Yanci lowered his eyes, and his jet-black eyelashes were especially conspicuous on the white skin, Zhao Zhixi found that Fu Yanci's eyelashes were very long and curly, like the only doll she had when she was a child, very beautiful, but she thought about it again, and felt that the word beautiful seemed to be very disobedient to Fu Yanci, and it should be handsome.

I don't know why, thinking like this, my heart beat faster and faster inexplicably, as if I was about to break free from my chest, and my cheeks became hotter and hotter, even if there was a cold feeling on the back of my hand, it still didn't make her feel better...... (End of chapter)