Chapter 753 If You Like It, Ask

"Ring, it's the ringing of bells. Fubao, please don't go. Please don't go, okay?" Meng Bujiu sat up with all his strength and hugged Jiang Fubao.

Jiang Fubao's eyes widened and his face began to flush.

"Brother Bujiu, what are you doing? I don't want to leave." She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't. It was unbelievable that even though he was so thin, he still had so much strength.

"Fubao, don't go. I don't want you to go. I will feel uncomfortable here if you leave." Meng Bujiu put Jiang Fubao's hand on his chest and sobbed.

Jiang Fubao's face became even hotter, like a newly ripe hawthorn.

The four people outside the door had different expressions.

Dong Qingyi was a little confused, Meng Zhili curled his lips, Dong Wei stroked his beard with a relaxed expression, and Granny Rong was the most exaggerated, she almost covered her mouth and laughed, her teeth were exposed.

"This kid has finally made it clear, but I don't know how Fubao will react." Meng Zhili had long seen through his son's mind.

This son of his is slow to understand and has no idea what love is.

If brothers and sisters fall in love, their feelings will change, and they may not even be aware of it.

"Don't stand there too long. Let Fubao make her own choice. Both of them are my good children. If Fubao doesn't like it, no one is allowed to force her to agree. I want Fubao to be happy all her life." Dong Wei's face suddenly became stern.

"That's natural. My left and right hands are both my dearest ones. If Fubao doesn't agree, even my own son won't agree," said Dong Qingyi.

Meng Zhili also nodded.

The couple had one idea.

Granny Rong just smiled but said nothing. Although she was not married, she saw things more clearly than anyone else.

Fubao is a child who has no guilt in his heart.

There is a piece of paper covering the eyes of both of them, and it depends on who will tear the paper first. Judging from the scene just now, the one who tears the paper will not be punished.

Inside the house, Meng Bujiu finally woke up. It turned out that he was not dreaming, Fubao really came back.

Both of them were silent, and Meng Bujiu knew what he had just done.

Both of them had red and hot faces, and in the end it was Meng Bujiu who spoke first.

"Fubao, you've lost weight."

"Don't blame me, brother, you're just talking nonsense. I've been back for a long time. Grandma asks my second sister to make delicious food for me every day. I'm fatter than when I left. Look, I have some flesh on my face."

Jiang Fubao stretched his face, wanting Meng Bujiu to see it.

As a result, Meng Bujiu reached out and pinched it.

"Fortunately, she doesn't have much flesh and is not fat at all. She is still the most beautiful little lucky girl in Lianshan Town."

Meng Bujiu chuckled, and the remaining warmth in his hands lingered for a long time.

"Tsk tsk, who did Brother Bu Jiu learn this smooth talk from? Looks like I'm going to have a sister-in-law." After Jiang Fubao finished speaking, he didn't feel happy. Instead, he felt empty in his heart and a little lost.

She herself doesn't understand.

"There won't be a sister-in-law." Meng Bujiu followed closely.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Brother Bujiu, are you thirsty? I'll go get you some water and take your pulse later." Jiang Fubao stood up and prepared to pour you some water, but was stopped by Meng Bujiu.

"I'm not thirsty, no need to pour it. You give me medicine every day, and my stomach is full of water."

"Okay." Jiang Fubao sat back on the bed.

This action made Meng Bujiu's eyes light up.

Since ancient times, a woman would sit by the bed, and the person lying on the bed was either her mother, her husband or her child.

Is that possible?

Meng Bujiu's heart was pounding.

While he was in a daze, Jiang Fubao was already taking his pulse.

"Fubao, have you ever thought about who you will marry in the future?" Meng Bujiu suddenly asked.

"No, I don't have anyone I like and I've never thought about it. Besides, I think I'm still young, less than 20 years old, and I won't consider getting married." Jiang Fubao said honestly.

In fact, her mental age is already very old. Before she traveled through time, she was in her early twenties, and now she is sixteen.

All together, she must be over 30 years old.

By this calculation, she is actually older than Brother Bujiu.

For the first time, Jiang Fubao lost consciousness while taking a patient's pulse.

She looked at Meng Bujiu with her peripheral vision, her mind full of random thoughts.

Until the door was opened.

"What's wrong, Fubao? Does it matter if we don't blame him?" Dong Qingyi's words broke the silence.

"It's okay. Although you vomited blood, it's a good thing for Brother Bujiu. I'll ask Erya to bring a new pack of medicine later. You can start taking it from noon. I'll continue with acupuncture. After half a month, the blood stasis will be almost gone. Brother Bujiu just woke up and can't eat food that is difficult to digest.

Just cook him some rice soup, and don't eat anything else. Rice soup is the most nourishing. Starting tomorrow, I'll ask my second sister to cook a bowl of nourishing soup every day and send it to him. Replace all three meals with this soup. After drinking it for seven days, you can eat normally. By the way, I have something else to do in the clinic, so I'll leave first."

Jiang Fubao's cheeks started to feel hot again when she thought about what had just happened, and she ran away.

She didn't know that there were several pairs of eyes watching her from behind.

"Son, come back to your senses." Meng Zhili stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his son.

Only then did Meng Bujiu look away.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma Rong, I'm sorry to have worried you." Meng Bujiu cleared his throat and said softly.

"I'm glad to know that. Your sweetheart is back, and you're awake too, right? Are you feeling stronger now?" Meng Zhili felt distressed and a little angry when she saw her son become so thin.

I was so angry at his stupidity that he didn’t even know that he liked Fubao.

And foolishly treated her as his sister.

When Fubao went on a long journey, his soul flew away with him, otherwise he would not have fallen off the horse.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhili became a little angry.

"If you like me, go ask me. If I reject you, forget about it. Even if you never get married, I don't care. As long as you live in peace, that's all. If you fall once, look at what your mother has become. Then look at your grandfather. Do you think he still has a single hair on his head?"

These words were indeed harsh, and Meng Bujiu's face was filled with guilt.

"Okay, Bujiu just woke up, what did you say?" Dong Wei tried to smooth things over.

"I'll go make rice soup." Grandma Rong went to the kitchen.

Dong Qingyi sat down beside the bed and held Meng Bujiu's hand tightly.

"Son, do you know that during the time you were in a coma, you called Fubao's name almost every day? Ask yourself, do you not like her? I don't know what Fubao thinks of you, but I want to tell you that if you like someone, you should fight for her. If Fubao really doesn't agree, you must not force her. I never interfere with your marriage.

Because I fell in love with your father at first sight and we became close friends after meeting each other. I never cared about having children. I just wanted you to find someone you like and live a happy life. Otherwise, other people's sons your age already have so many children. Look at how often I've urged you to do it. So take care of yourself and follow your heart."

Dong Qingyi said earnestly.

Jiang Fubao didn't know about this scene.

She returned to the clinic, feeling extremely confused and almost prescribed the wrong medicine. She was worried about harming others, so she went straight home.