Chapter 152 Do You Want to? (Part 2)
This is something happening.
She had this happen to her before, and once she vomited because of the pain.
Every time this happens, I go through a life-and-death struggle and have to lie in bed for a whole day.
Later, Fu Cheng took her to see a doctor. He consulted both Chinese and Western medicine doctors, who prescribed some Chinese medicine for her condition.
But she complained about the bitterness and could never take the medicine on time.
But after raising it for a while, it got much better.
Fu Cheng grabbed her cold hand. Her face was so pale that it was heartbreaking to look at.
Song Shengsheng didn't expect it to be so unfortunate.
However, her period every month is not very regular, sometimes late and sometimes early.
In the past six months, perhaps no one was looking after me, so I put all the food I ate into my stomach, no matter whether it was cold or cool.
It could also be that she worked too hard and exhausted her small body.
There is always some pain.
Tonight, it got even more intense.
Whenever she felt pain, she would curl up in bed for a while, then slowly fall asleep and be fine.
This time, it seems to be a little more fragile than in the previous months.
Fu Cheng gently warmed her belly with his palms and rubbed it, just like he did before, until her complexion looked better.
I found brown sugar in the cupboard.
I made some water for her and fed her patiently, mouthful by mouthful.
When Song Shengsheng felt a little better, she wanted to distance herself from him again and push him away.
In the past few months, she has also made soup for herself and brewed brown sugar water for herself. She has also really tried hard to take good care of herself.
Fu Cheng let her lean on his arms, as if he couldn't sense that she wanted to distance herself from him.
He asked, "Do you have enough energy to eat noodles?"
Song Shengsheng nodded, "I feel better now."
Her face seemed to have regained some color, and Fu Cheng brought her some noodles.
Song Shengsheng was really hungry, and she ate with relish, one bite after another. However, she was a bit picky about food, and didn't touch the vegetables in the bowl much.
Push it aside and don't eat it anymore.
Fu Cheng didn't mind and finished what she left.
After Song Shengsheng felt better, he asked him again, "Where are you staying tonight?"
Fu Cheng was not polite: "You are here."
Song Shengsheng wanted to chase him away, but she also knew that Fu Cheng had a bad temper, and it seemed that he was not merciful when he bumped into her this time.
At that time, he asked her fiercely why she was running.
She didn't want to anger him, so she said, "There's another room next door, go sleep there."
Song Peiyuan had slept in that room before, and there were pillows and bedding.
This house has a good orientation and is warm in winter and cool in summer.
Who knew that Fu Cheng didn't appreciate it, and said without changing his expression: "It's a bit dirty."
Song Shengsheng frowned, very puzzled: "I clean it every month."
Fu Cheng said to himself: "I can't stand it."
So Song Shengsheng said, "Then you can go sleep in the guesthouse."
Fu Cheng also seemed to be unable to understand: "Why should I sleep in a guesthouse when you are here?"
He then said without a doubt, "I will sleep here."
"I'll just sleep in your bed and not go anywhere."
Song Shengsheng felt that she couldn't communicate with him. Fu Cheng was even stronger than when she left the capital. Before, he would pretend to listen to her opinions.
Now he doesn't even bother pretending!
Fu Cheng's shirt had already become a little wet, so now that he had the chance, he unbuttoned it one by one in front of her and casually draped the shirt over the back of the chair.
He was shirtless.
He casually untied the belt around his waist and wore only a pair of trousers. He had a narrow waist, long legs, smooth lines, and hard abdominal muscles that made people dare not look at him for too long.
He turned around and looked at her, and said seriously, "The clothes are wet and uncomfortable to wear."
Song Shengsheng turned her head away, unwilling to look any longer.
After a while, she heard Fu Cheng tell her slowly, "Your uncle was rehabilitated two months ago and has been released from the farm."
No need for further modification in the future.
It took a lot of effort on his part to successfully rehabilitate Huo Yan.
"He came to the capital last month."
Why did you come? Of course, you came to see her.
He was also afraid that his identity would implicate her in the future, so he didn't dare to look for her openly. Until now, he didn't know that she was pissed off by him and ran away.
Fu Cheng didn't say that Shen Zhishu got the opportunity to be recommended by the teacher.
Now I am studying at the best university in the capital.
On several occasions, letters were sent to the guardhouse.
Fu Cheng didn't watch it and burned it all.
"Also, Xiaochi misses you too."
"Shengsheng, have you never thought about him?"
Fu Cheng didn't dare ask her if she had ever thought about him. He was afraid that hearing the answer would make him feel uncomfortable for a long time.
Fu Cheng only dared to ask her if she missed her son.
Of course Song Shengsheng thought about it, and sometimes she even wondered whether he would resent her.
She nodded.
Fu Cheng's Adam's apple moved, and he still asked greedily, "What about me? Shengsheng, have you ever thought about me?"
Song Shengsheng turned her head away and tried to avoid him but was caught by him again.
The thin silk thread on the fingertips rubbed against the skin, but it was not particularly uncomfortable, just a little rough to the touch.
She said insincerely, and whispered two words: "I don't want to."
To make her words more convincing, she lowered her eyelashes to cover her red eyes and said again: "I don't miss you."
Her throat was a little choked and sour, as if it was very difficult for her to say it.
Fu Cheng nodded calmly, his empty heart already accustomed to this feeling of constant disappointment, but the fingers pinching her cheeks would still instinctively get tighter, the more he couldn't get it, the tighter he would hold on.
"But I miss you so much that I can't sleep well."
Song Shengsheng's heart was beating a little faster, probably because she was too close to him, and she felt her body temperature rising.
My whole body was hot and my palms were sweating.
Fu Cheng placed his other hand on her palm and clasped it on the pillow. He bent down and kissed her.
As she subconsciously dodged, it became even more powerful.
Song Shengsheng's ears were all red, and after being gently licked, they felt soft and hot.
She felt that Fu Cheng seemed different again.
His words were gentle, but his actions were even more excessive than before. The more I hid from him, the more aggressive he became.
That night, Song Shengsheng didn't know how she fell asleep, but she slept very well. When she woke up, the quilt was still warm.
She subconsciously wanted to get up and boil some hot water, but the coal stove at the door had already been lit and two thermos bottles were filled with hot water.
The dirty clothes that piled up yesterday have been washed and hung out to dry in the yard.
Even her small clothes and pants were washed together.
Fu Cheng went to buy breakfast. When he came back from his trip, everyone nearby knew that he was Shengsheng's husband.
He made his wife angry and she ran away from home.
When the older neighbors heard the young and handsome gay say this, they all accused him of being wrong, saying that he must have gone too far and forced the man to run away.
Otherwise, which girl would waste her good life?
There are six rooms in this courtyard.
The landlord's family lives opposite.
Fu Cheng asked people for information because he was afraid that she had suffered injustices in the past few months that he was not aware of.
The landlord glanced at him and said, "She is a woman, a stranger who came here alone, and she is very attractive. You can imagine that there will be a lot of flies flocking to her."
"Fortunately, she always managed to scare those people away with her sharp tongue, and gradually no one dared to disrespect her or provoke her."
"But I saw her secretly wiping away tears several times."
"You have to treat her well. She's such a good girl, you can't do anything bad to her."
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