Chapter 251 Do you want me to feed you?
Fu Zheng immediately got out of bed, took out the medicine box, and found a thermometer to measure his body temperature.
Thirty-eight degrees six.
Fu Zheng found some antipyretic granules from the medicine box, mixed half a cup of hot water into it, and had Wenliang drink it.
He wet the towel with alcohol and gently wiped her forehead and neck.
Fu Zheng put the towel aside, lifted up her thermal underwear, and wanted to wipe her armpits, but the thermal underwear was too tight and he couldn't reach it at all.
He paused for half a minute and took off her thermal underwear - he was doing this for her health, she shouldn't blame him, right? Fu Zheng thought solemnly.
He picked up the towel and wiped her armpits, arms, and chest.
Looking at the white flesh faintly visible on her chest and her slender waist, his eyes became darker.
After wiping, Fu Zheng covered her with a quilt, stayed by her bed, took her temperature every twenty minutes, and wiped her with alcohol.
It was not until around four in the morning that the mild fever subsided.
Fu Zheng finally felt relieved. He sleepily lifted the quilt and lay down, hugging Wen Liang.
However, he closed his eyes, his hands touching the delicate and soft skin, but he couldn't fall asleep. He didn't know when a trace of evil fire ignited in his body, making him extremely hot.
Wen Liang slept uneasily, turning over several times in his arms. Her round buttocks rubbed against his sensitive spots from time to time, like adding fuel to the fire, making the evil fire in his body burn even more vigorously.
What made him even more tormented was that when Wen Liang turned over, the button on the back of the only piece of bra she was wearing was rubbed open and it slipped off her body.
Fu Zheng was possessed by some unknown force and took hold of it and buried it.
Just as Fu Shifan said, it smells so good and is so soft.
Worried about Wen Liang's illness, Fu Zheng didn't do anything else. He just hugged her tightly and endured it until dawn.
Wen Liang opened his eyes drowsily, his head was dizzy, his throat was dry and it hurt like swallowing a knife, his whole body was sore, and he didn't want to get up at all.
She sniffed.
Damn, my nose is blocked.
She has a cold.
Wen Liang turned over, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
While she was sleeping, she suddenly remembered that Fu Shifan was still sleeping next to her.
No, I can’t infect her with the cold. I’d better send her to Fu Zheng for the next few days.
"Fanfan--" She turned over and opened her eyes, stunned.
Where is Fanfan?
Wen Liang realized something was wrong belatedly, and looking around, she realized that she was not sleeping in her room on the large flat.
The layout of this room shows that it is the master bedroom of Galaxy Bay Villa.
She sat up suddenly, her upper body felt cold, she looked down, and quickly covered her chest with the quilt.
Wen Liang rubbed her forehead and recalled last night when she returned to the ward to pick up Fanfan, who was asleep in bed.
Just as she was about to wake Fanfan up, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, and then she lost consciousness.
She remembered that Fu Zheng was behind her at that time.
Was it Fu Zheng who knocked her out?
Why?
Wen Liang closed his eyes irritably and touched the back of his neck, feeling a sharp pain.
She took a deep breath and looked around, but couldn't find her clothes.
Wen Liang lay back on the bed, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and shouted at the door, "Is anyone there? Fu Zheng?!"
After shouting twice, her throat became dry and sore, so she just lay down.
Ten seconds later, Fu Zheng pushed the door open and came in. He sat down beside the bed and reached out to touch Wen Liang's forehead. "Aliang, are you awake?"
Wen Liang subconsciously dodged backwards and looked at Fu Zheng coldly, "What are you doing? Did you knock me out on purpose? Where are my clothes?"
But her face looked sick and her eyes were harmless.
Fu Zheng paused, held Wen Liang down through the quilt, and put his big hand on Wen Liang's forehead to feel it.
He withdrew his hand, his face calm, "Are you hungry?"
Wen Liang: “…”
So he didn't hear her question just now?
"I'm asking you, why did you knock me out? Where are my clothes?" Wen Liang glared.
Fu Zheng didn't answer directly, "Auntie made breakfast, I'll bring it to you. You had a fever last night, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I want clothes, I want to go down and eat by myself!"
"Just lie down and I'll get you breakfast."
After saying that, Fu Zheng turned and left.
Wen Liang almost fainted.
She climbed out of bed wrapped in the quilt and opened the cabinet in the room - empty!
Not a single piece of clothing.
Wen Liang widened his eyes.
She skipped to the door, pressed the doorknob, and Fu Zheng locked the door.
After walking around the room, there was no trace of any electronic equipment.
Wen Liang slumped down on the bed, pounded it hard, and looked angry.
She understood that Fu Zheng wanted to lock her up.
Just like he said yesterday, he wanted her to be a canary and stay by his side forever.
If she doesn't go home at night, Tangtang will probably call her.
Her cell phone is with Fu Zheng, and he might use his information to confuse Tangtang.
I just hope Tangtang can find out sooner.
Speaking of mobile phones, Wen Liang thought of Meng Ce again.
She held her forehead.
They had just confirmed their relationship, so Meng Ce would definitely send her a message. If Fu Zheng saw it...
Fu Zheng pushed the door open and came in, holding a tray with a sumptuous breakfast on it.
Wen Liang clutched the corner of the quilt and looked at him warily, "Fu Zheng, are you going to put me under house arrest? Restricting my personal freedom is illegal, do you understand?"
"Have a meal."
Facing her questioning, Fu Zheng placed the tray on the bedside table without changing his expression.
Wen Liang was furious when she saw Fu Zheng treating her words as air. "Fu Zheng, don't play dumb! We're already divorced, why can't you just let me go?"
"Do you want me to feed you?" Fu Zheng asked.
Wen Liang almost couldn't breathe. He rolled onto the bed wrapped in the quilt, turned his head back to Fu Zheng, and said, "I don't want to eat."
"Eat a little. Skipping meals is bad for your health."
"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. If you don't let me go, I'll go on a hunger strike until the day you let me go." Wen Liang said coldly, "The worst that can happen is I'll starve to death. Anyway, I'm all alone and have no worries."
Fu Zheng was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "Alone and without any worries? Then what about Meng Ce? Isn't he your boyfriend?"
Wen Liang's whole body stiffened.
No wonder Fu Zheng suddenly went crazy, it turned out that he knew about this.
"Why aren't you talking? Huh?" Fu Zheng suddenly approached, pressing one hand on Wen Liang's shoulder and forcing her to turn over and lie flat. He supported his arm beside her head and looked down at her. "Yesterday, didn't you promise me a fair competition with Meng Ce? Is this what you call fair competition? Or are you just trying to give me a lie, fool me, or play a trick on me?"
Wen Liang pursed her lips and looked away, "I'm not kidding you, it's just..."
However, Meng Ce's confession came unexpectedly, and in order to find out the information, accepting it was her best choice.
"It's just that you like Meng Ce more, so when he confessed to you, you just agreed naturally?!" Fu Zheng asked with a sneer.
Wen Liang: “…”
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