Ma'am, she ran away with seven cute babies

When Lu Zhen woke up again, it was already afternoon.

She looked at the setting sun, which was so red that half of the sky was shining, and still felt a little dazed.

This time, she actually slept for such a long time.

She suspected that she was a pig.

Pressing his forehead, Lu Zhen got up from the bed.

Fu Shencheng brought in a bowl of porridge in good time: "Zhen Zhen, eat your food first, you haven't eaten all day."

Lu Zhen shook her dizzy head: "I'll go brush my teeth and wash my face first."

"Okay." Fu Shencheng put the things aside and waited for her.

After Lu Zhen brushed her teeth and washed her face, she came out feeling much more awake.

She was eating the delicious porridge, only to remember that when she fell asleep last night, Fu Shencheng didn't seem to sleep either.

"Did you stay up all night? Until now?" Lu Zhen's heart tightened uncontrollably.

She herself knew that staying up all night was uncomfortable.

Let's sleep until now.

But Fu Shencheng didn't sleep for such a long time.

I don't know how uncomfortable Fu Shencheng will be.

The porridge in his mouth suddenly couldn't eat for some reason.

How could Fu Shencheng not understand her?
He picked up the spoon and gave Lu Zhen a mouthful: "Zhen Zhen, I fell asleep after you slept for a long time. I didn't wake up for a long time. I guessed that you woke up at this time, so I made porridge specially. It's okay to eat." , no matter what I do for you, I am willing."

Lu Zhen didn't know how to describe the emotion in her heart.

Eating the porridge in the bowl, the taste is also very familiar.

Lu Zhen's eyes lit up.

"Are you making porridge for me yourself again?" Fu Shencheng's culinary skills Lu Zhen can almost eat it.

That's a very specific, warm flavor.

"Yes, how is it?" Fu Shencheng admitted frankly.

"The porridge is very delicious, thank you, but the Song family has servants, so you don't have to cook it for me yourself." Lu Zhen felt quite embarrassed.

Having not slept for so long, Lu Zhen hoped that Fu Shencheng could have a good rest.

"I'm afraid you won't be used to the food made by the servant. This place is no better than ours. Naturally, I have to make your food myself." Fu Shencheng said it very naturally, which also showed his preference for Lu Zhen.

The moving emotions kept coming out of my heart, making Lu Zhen not know what to say.

She sucked her nose and swallowed the soreness in her nasal cavity.

In the past, everything was done by her alone.

She's not that squeamish, and she's not that picky.

But Fu Shencheng cultivated himself to be extremely delicate, as if she was a job.

Let her feel the feeling of being held in the palm of your hand.

Picking up a spoonful of porridge and feeding it into Lu Zhen's mouth, Fu Shencheng smiled and said, "Don't think so much, with me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything, understand?"

"Got it." Lu Zhen smiled sweetly, and quickly buried herself in the porridge.

Since there is such a person by her side, she should enjoy Fu Shencheng's kindness to her.

What does it look like to be timid?
Fu Shencheng took out a tissue from time to time and wiped Lu Zhen's mouth.

Through the door, Mrs. Song and Song Jin stood outside the door.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Mrs. Song's lips couldn't stop rising.

She looked sideways at Song Jin, and said angrily, "You should rest assured now? How serious is this child Shen Cheng to Zhen Zhen? Don't you have so many prejudices against others. If you drive away this Ruyi fiancé , see if Zhen Zhen is willing to recognize you!"

Song Jin snorted softly: "It's just an appearance!"

"Okay, no matter it's the appearance or whatever, haven't you seen how serious he is to Zhen Zhen? Don't make me confused, do you understand?" Mrs. Song was afraid that Song Jin would destroy the relationship between Lu Zhen and Fu Shencheng. Does it matter, he kept warning.

As someone who came here, she clearly knew that the love in Fu Shencheng's eyes was unmistakable.

"I know, Mom, there's no need for you to remind me." Song Jin snorted dissatisfied.

"You're a single person, so don't worry about your children. If you have time, you might as well look for other women. Our Song family doesn't mind. Now that Zhen Zhen has grown up, I don't want to see you die alone." Mrs. Song said It is a temptation, but also a sincere expectation in my heart.

Lu Zhen's mother died more than ten years ago.

It's been such a long time, Song Jin should be relieved.

The main reason is that she couldn't bear to see Song Jin look so lonely.

"Mom, let's talk about this later." A trace of pain flashed across Song Jin's eyes, obviously he didn't want to talk about this topic, and he really wanted to avoid it.

"I believe that Zhen Zhen is a sensible child, so she won't care about it." Mrs. Song still wanted to persuade Song Jin.

Unexpectedly, Song Jin directly raised her hand to stop her from saying, "It's not a matter of whether Zhen Zhen cares."

It's because he can't get over this hurdle in his heart.

Song Jin just couldn't get over the past, he couldn't deny it in his heart.

"Okay, I get it, as long as you know it yourself." Mrs. Song turned her head away, shaking her head and sighing from time to time.

In the room, after Lu Zhen finished eating the porridge, she went to find Mrs. Song.

She holds rows of silver needles in her hand.

The sharp silver needles glowed sharply under the light, looking a little scary.

Lu Zhen can understand the mood of ordinary patients.

When she came to Mrs. Song, she made a presupposition for Mrs. Song in advance: "Grandma, are you afraid? Trust me?"

Lu Zhen was actually a little nervous.

However, Qibao's illnesses are usually dealt with by her, and she still has some confidence in her heart.

"Of course I believe it. If I don't believe you, I won't agree. Zhen Zhen, don't worry about me." Mrs. Song took Lu Zhen's hand and patted it reassuringly.

Lu Zhen is young, and it is inevitable that she will be afraid when encountering such a thing. Mrs. Song can understand.

Last night, she went to learn more about the intractable diseases that Lu Zhen usually treats.

No matter where Lu Zhen stayed abroad or in Mangshi, almost all traces of Lu Zhen left behind.

Lu Zhen is very powerful.

If Mrs. Song is not at ease to hand it over to such a person, it would be unreasonable.

Lu Zhen saw that Mrs. Song's eyes were full of trust, but she didn't see the slightest fear.

She also felt a little relieved.

After preparing the silver needle and medicinal materials, Lu Zhen began to slowly prick the needle into the head of Mrs. Song.

Lu Zhen's hand was steady, and Mrs. Song didn't feel any pain.

On the contrary, Mrs. Song felt that the moment the silver needle pierced her skin, she felt quite comfortable.

Seeing no reaction from Mrs. Song, Lu Zhen's expression became a little more relaxed.

However, just when everything was going well, there was an angry voice outside the door: "What are you doing?"