Chapter 192 Meeting of Biological Parents
After walking out of the theater, Song Shengsheng started to nag, "You couldn't find the antipyretic medicine, so why did you come to the school to find me? You can go to the hospital and ask the doctor to prescribe medicine for you. Do you have to have me accompany you?"
Fu Cheng coughed twice softly, his voice was a little hoarse, and sounded muffled, a little fragile and a little pitiful.
"It's pitiful that a person doesn't want to go to the hospital."
When he said this, it didn't sound like a joke at all, he seemed quite serious.
You can't fake a fever or illness.
Fu Cheng had been feeling unwell for the past two days, and his throat was a little sore, probably because he had been infected by someone.
This little cold is nothing to him.
He has a good physical condition and can recover on his own without taking any medicine. He will get over it if he just bear with it.
This time he did the same.
I didn't plan to take any medicine, so I just planned to get through it.
Even when I was starting to have a fever, I took a cold shower, and then I suddenly had a fever in the middle of the night.
I'm not feeling well and I don't have any vacation.
After finishing my work, I thought about it and decided to use this excuse to come see her.
Fu Cheng is not very good at using the strategy of self-torture, but he is also not incapable of it. In fact, it is quite successful in this case.
When Song Shengsheng heard him talk like this, she felt a little embarrassed to continue being a mean and vicious woman.
She stopped and looked at Fu Cheng silently, looking at the man's slightly pale face, his eyes and brows showing the laziness after illness, and a bit of loneliness.
Looking at it this way, it's quite pitiful.
All alone, as if no one cares about me.
Song Shengsheng felt a little bit reluctant, after all, her heart was not made of stone, she looked up at Fu Cheng: "Is it uncomfortable?"
Fu Cheng was still holding his son. He turned around and stared at her. "It's uncomfortable."
The voice is hoarse, but pleasant to hear.
Fu Cheng lowered his eyelids and pursed his thin lips into a slight arc. His aloof and indifferent temperament softened a lot in front of her.
The way he looked at her was always filled with tenderness and doting that no one else had, hidden deep in his eyes, in those subtle and silent details.
"Shengsheng, it really hurts." He whispered, "Please feel sorry for me, okay?"
Song said, "Oh, I understand."
Her heart had actually softened a little. "Put your son down first."
As she spoke, Song Shengsheng looked into her son's eyes again and said, "Xiao Chi, come down and hold your mother's hand and walk."
Fu Luochi nodded obediently, twisted his body in his father's arms, and couldn't wait to get down.
He indeed prefers the warmth of his mother's hands to his father's embrace.
Fu Cheng put his son down.
The boy walked up to his mother and took her hand.
Song Shengsheng also held his hand tightly.
Then she looked at Fu Cheng and whispered, "If you're already sick, don't tire yourself out."
Fu Cheng felt warm in his heart, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiled, and every limb of his body felt warm as if it had been comfortably steamed.
He nodded, "I won't do that next time."
While she wasn't paying attention, Fu Cheng gave her a fleeting kiss on the center of her brow.
Song Shengsheng understood that he was a poor patient, so he generously didn't bother with him.
When they arrived at the hospital, Song Shengsheng took the initiative to run around, not at all like her usual self who was willing to just sit back and do nothing and not care if people died in front of her.
She was being particularly attentive at this moment.
He asked the doctor what was wrong and rushed to get medicine.
Fu Cheng was afraid that she would be tired, so he held her wrist forcefully, "Don't worry, I'll go get the medicine later. I'm in good health, and I'll be fine after a good night's sleep tomorrow."
Song Shengsheng didn't quite believe it, "Really?"
Every time she was sick she was half dead.
Sometimes you even need an IV drip to get better.
Song Shengsheng didn't expect that Fu Cheng was in poor health. She felt as uncomfortable as if a huge rock was blocking her heart.
Maybe she is just too kind.
After getting the medicine, I went to the infusion room.
To be on the safe side, the doctor asked the nurse to take them to the infusion room for an IV.
It is very convenient for Fucheng to see a doctor in the military hospital in the military district.
There were not many people in the infusion room. The young nurse who came to insert the needle knew that this was a high-ranking leader, so she was very careful and did not dare to be negligent at all and was extremely cautious.
My hands were shaking when the needle went in.
I was relieved that nothing happened.
Song Shengsheng stayed with him, and when there was no one around, she suddenly waved to him.
Fu Cheng's voice sounded a bit lazy, as if he had just woken up. "Hmm? What's wrong?"
he asked, moving closer to her.
The moment he moved closer to her, Song Shengsheng quickly kissed him on the cheek.
Very soon.
Xiaochi, who was doing his homework obediently on the other side, didn't notice it at all.
Fu Cheng felt that this kiss was just like a dragonfly touching the water.
Somewhat fierce.
Very hot, very hot, and also very soft.
Every time Song Shengsheng took the initiative to kiss him, it was like the most brilliant fireworks suddenly blooming in his heart.
He swallowed his Adam's apple, his throat was tight and he was unable to speak.
He was in a very cheerful mood.
The look he gave her also became terrifying, like a boundless abyss that wanted to swallow her completely.
The desire to eat her up became even stronger.
Eat her flesh, drink her blood, and grow in her soul.
Fu Cheng slowly calmed down. He heard her ask him, "Is this any better?"
A little bit arrogant.
And a little shy.
He asked the question pretending to be frank because he was very embarrassed.
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