Shen Jianian went out of the door, breaking out in a cold sweat, probably because he didn't notice the cool breeze for a while, and he had signs of a cold that night, nasal congestion and sore throat.

Before she became pregnant, her body was conditioned by a doctor, and it was much better than before. From then to now, she has never been sick, and suddenly she is unwell, and Fu Jichen is inevitably nervous.

He brought the medicine kit and found cold medicine for her.

"Take advantage of the mild symptoms, take the medicine, if it doesn't relieve you tomorrow morning, you have to ask a doctor to come to the house." Fu Jichen poured a glass of warm water as he spoke.

Shen Jiannian's right hand was pulled up by him, and a few pills were placed in her palm, she looked at it, didn't say a word, and poured all the medicine into her mouth.

Fu Jichen handed over the water cup in time, she took a big sip and swallowed the medicine in her mouth. A capsule stuck to her throat, she frowned, poured a few mouthfuls of water, and barely went down, leaving an unpleasant smell of medicine on her tongue.

Fu Jichen always understood her so well, and the moment she frowned, he opened the tin box with cookies on the bedside table, and handed a piece to her mouth.

She took a bite of the biscuit from his hand, the sweetness diluting the bitterness of the medicine.

After eating two cookies, Shen Jianian felt a lot more comfortable, went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, and when she came back, the child in the crib was gone, her nerves tensed for a moment, and she turned around in place: "Where is the little rice cake?" ”

"Don't be nervous, he stinks, so he asked the confinement lady to take it and deal with it." Fu Jichen soothed her emotions.

Shen Jianian was stimulated by the scene of the little rice cake falling into the water, just like the psychiatrist said, there was some stress, and the situation was still relatively serious, instead of keeping her in a state of panic all the time, it was better to follow her wishes, let her relax first, and take her time step by step.

Desensitization is also a process, and it is impossible to quit at the beginning.

So, the bed of the little rice cake was moved from the nursery to the bedroom, and it was placed next to their big bed. Although the child did not sleep with them, in Shen Jianian's sight, she could see it as soon as she turned her head, lest she always look for the child.

After a while, the confinement lady came back with a small rice cake and changed into a new diaper.

"Then sir, madam, I'll go out first, and you can call me again if there's anything." The confinement lady put the child on the cot, covered the quilt, and turned to leave.

Shen Jianian didn't rest well last night, plus he took cold medicine, his spirit was not good, and the speed of his eyelids blinking became slower and slower. She lay on her side on the bed, looking through the gap in the fence of the crib as the little rice cake was asleep, just like last night, reluctant to sleep.

Fu Jichen hugged her from behind, making her feel at ease, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and before they closed completely, she was still comforting herself in her heart, with Fu Jichen, the child would be fine......

Even so, Shen Jianian didn't get a good night's sleep, she had a nightmare, in the dream was Yin Shuyao's hideous face, her mouth was open and closed, and she said vicious words, she held a small rice cake in her arms, stood on the edge of the cliff, raised her hand in front of her and threw the child down, the bottom of the cliff was rolling water, and in the blink of an eye, the child was devoured.

"Don't! Don't ......"

Shen Jianian woke up from her dream, and when she was unconscious, tears had already wet the pillow.

When she screamed for the first time, Fu Jichen woke up, sat up and hugged her slender body, and rubbed her arm with a warm palm, I don't know what dream she had, it was not good after all: "Don't be afraid, the little rice cake is fine, you see, he is by your side, I am also by your side, we are in our own home, those bad things will not happen." ”

There was a small night light in the bedroom, and the warm yellow light was faint but warm.

Shen Jianian blinked, tears wet her eyelashes, and were carefully wiped away by Fu Jichen with her fingertips, her vision became clear, she saw Fu Jichen's worried face, turned her head, and saw the sleeping little rice cake peacefully.

"Do you want to drink water?" Fu Jichen asked.

Shen Jianian's throat was dry and hoarse, and he pursed his lips and said "um".

Fu Jichen rubbed her hair and got out of bed to pour water for her.

Shen Jianian knelt on the edge of the bed, holding the fence with both hands to look at the little rice cake, and touched his face with his fingers, it was hot, smooth and tender, like a boiled egg, and then he believed that everything in the dream was fake, and her little rice cake was here.

Fu Jichen brought a cup of hot water, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that she was looking at the child in a trance.

"Here, drink some water." Fu Jichen handed over the cup.

Shen Jianian took a sip of hot water from the cup, looked at Fu Jichen, and his gaze slid from his jaw to his lips, to his nose and eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, evidence that he hadn't slept well.

"Am I arguing with you?" Shen Jianian knocked his teeth on the mouth of the cup, and his voice was a little slurred.

"How so?"

Shen Jiannian felt guilty, she couldn't sleep well at night, and he couldn't rest well, in addition to taking care of their mother and son, he also had to manage a huge group.

"Why don't you ......" Shen Jiannian swallowed a mouthful of warm water and tentatively proposed, "Let's sleep separately." ”

At the beginning of the conversation, the rest was much smoother, and she continued: "I sleep next door with a small rice cake, so it is not easy to disturb you......"

She found that Fu Jichen's eyes were wrong, and the rest of the words could not be spoken, so she was silent.

After a few seconds of relative silence, Fu Jichen asked rhetorically: "You want to sleep separately from me?" ”

Shen Jianian: "I don't want you to be too tired. ”

"Shen Jianian, the most important thing for a family is to accompany each other and share weal and woe, you are like this now, can I leave you two to sleep?"

"I know you love me and the child very much, the same, I love you too, I don't want you to work so hard, I hope you can rest well."

"I didn't feel hard."

"Don't lie to me, people will feel tired and hard, even if it's you, you won't avoid it." Shen Jianian's tone was firm, "You just don't want to tell the truth." ”

The communication between the two ended with Fu Jichen's sigh: "Go to sleep, it's late." No matter what she said, he wouldn't agree to sleep separately from her.

Shen Jianian put the cup on the bedside table, lay down in the quilt, sighed, hugged Fu Jichen's waist, and said in a low voice: "It's really your disaster to meet me." ”

Fu Jichen was laughed angrily: "I haven't seen anyone say that they are a disaster." ”

Shen Jianian: "But I think I brought you ......"

"Shen Jianian, shut up and sleep."

Fu Jichen didn't want to listen to her now, he would only be angry with him.

After a long while, Shen Jiannian was about to fall asleep, and Fu Jichen's voice sounded in his ears: "I think it's my blessing to meet you, remember?" ”

Shen Jianian listened to the low magnetic voice, and couldn't tell for a moment whether it was Fu Jichen who said it or whether he dreamed of it.

didn't hear her response, Fu Jichen didn't mind, just like before, hugged her body tightly, protected her in the crook of his arm, and brought her a sense of security.

*

Shen Jianian's cold was still serious in the end, and when he woke up the next day, his head was dizzy, his throat was about to smoke, and he had a fever, and he almost couldn't get out of bed.

Fu Jichen called the doctor to come to her home to treat her, and confirmed that she was infected with wind and cold and needed an infusion. Fu Jichen told the doctor in advance about the medicine that Shen Jianian was allergic to, and the doctor avoided it when he prescribed the medicine.

The assistant was responsible for giving Shen Jianian an injection and stayed in the villa temporarily, and the doctor left in advance.

Shen Jianian was afraid that he would infect the little rice cake with the virus, so he had to ask the confinement lady to carry the child out of the bedroom.

During the infusion, Fu Jichen received several phone calls, Shen Jianian vaguely heard business on the other side of the phone, and when he hung up the phone, she said: "Aunt Cheng is staring here, if you have something to do, go and get busy first, don't worry about me." ”

Fu Jichen put his palm on her forehead, a little hot: "I'll go to the study for a meeting, and call me for something." ”

Shen Jianian: "Hmm. ”

Fu Jichen explained to Aunt Cheng and left the bedroom.

As the door closed, the room fell into silence, and the assistant raised his hand to adjust the speed of the dripping liquid, and said, "Mr. Fu is really good to you." ”

Shen Jianian curled his lips and showed a light smile.

Fu Jichen is indeed very good to her, and in the world, there will never be a person who is as good to her as he is.

The sentence she said last night, "It's your disaster to meet me", wasn't just casually said, she really thought so, and she always seemed to bring him all kinds of troubles.

Shen Jianian closed her eyes, sadness and melancholy wrapped her, she didn't know when her illness would be cured, and she didn't know when her psychological illness would be cured.

She seemed to be trapped in a long tunnel, and could see the light from the opening in front of her, but she didn't have the strength to walk over, feeling like she might collapse at a certain point in the tunnel at any moment.

She had planned to wait for the little rice cake to get bigger, so she would pick up the orchestra and return to the stage, but now, she doesn't have that confidence.

Thinking wildly, Shen Jiannian fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up again, the needle on the back of her hand had been pulled out, and Fu Jichen finished the meeting and was sitting on the edge of the bed guarding her.

"What do you want to eat at noon?" Fu Jichen looked at her, "I'll ask the chef to cook it for you." ”

Shen Jianian had no appetite, but he didn't want him to worry, so he said, "Porridge, just stir-fry two light dishes." ”

"Steamed xiaolongbao with vegetarian stuffing?"

"Okay."

Fu Jichen's fingertips caressed her slightly weak cheeks, and the topic shifted from eating to something else, without any transition in between: "Jia Nian, everything will be fine, don't put too much pressure on yourself." ”

Shen Jianian's nose suddenly became sour, and his eyes were sour, and he looked at him fixedly for a while: "Hmm." (End of chapter)