Marriage sprouting: Mr. Fu's favorite

Back at his villa, Cheng Nuo went to the kitchen to make porridge for him.

The housekeeper said beside him: "Miss Cheng, why don't you leave this kind of thing to us!"

Fu Chenxi has done so many things for her, but she is just cooking a bowl of bland vegetable porridge, how can she pretend to do it to others.

Cheng Nuo shook his head and said, "It's okay, it'll be over soon."

As she spoke, she filled a small spoonful for herself first, tasted it, and added a little salt to it.

The housekeeper smiled and handed her the things in the small bag: "This is what my husband asked me to give to Miss Cheng."

Cheng Nuo turned off the fire, and when he saw the small bag, he opened it suspiciously, and was delighted to find that it was her cell phone.

Fortunately, she was lying in it safe and sound. With her current economic strength, how could she still have money to buy a mobile phone.

Cheng Nuo quickly clicked on it, and was shocked. There were more than 200 missed calls, and a text message came in every few minutes. She slid to the call log and found that most of the missed calls were from Yang Zhihao.

Besides him, the rest belonged to grandma.

Cheng Nuo swiped through text messages again, and they were all from him. All the way down, he was worried about her.

Thinking that grandma had called more than a dozen times, she subconsciously clicked on the missed answer of grandma in front and dialed back.

Maybe grandma was waiting for her to call back, and she got through after one ring: "Xiao Nuo, why don't you answer the phone?"

Cheng Nuo found an excuse: "Grandma, I put my phone on silent and put it in my bag, so I didn't hear it."

Grandma seemed to believe it too, and asked, "Xiao Nuo, when will you come back?"

Cheng Nuo glanced at the clock on the wall: "Grandma, don't wait for me, it might be too late for me to go back."

Grandma sighed over there: "Be careful on the way home."

After she finished speaking, she comforted Cheng Nuo, "Xiao Nuo, it's okay. I read the news and you all did your best."

Cheng Nuo was stunned for a moment, and soon understood what grandma meant. She went with Yang Zhihao, and the person who finally took pictures of the house should be Fu Chenxi, otherwise Han Chen wouldn't have called to say that the old man was very angry.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Nuo filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to the housekeeper.

She didn't tell grandma that the old house was photographed, because she didn't see the old house under their name with her own eyes. She still couldn't believe that the house that was out of reach in the morning is now within easy reach.

After the butler left with the porridge, Cheng Nuo collected his thoughts and immediately called Yang Zhihao.

Surprisingly, the person who answered the phone was not Yang Zhihao, but his assistant.

Hearing his assistant's voice, he turned around anxiously: "Miss Cheng, our young master is still being rescued."

Cheng Nuo's heart skipped a beat: "What... what's wrong?"

His assistant was outside the emergency room at this time: "The young master was hit by a car, so he didn't go to the hospital no matter how much he persuaded him, he just said he wanted to find Miss Cheng, which would delay the treatment, and the young master has rare panda blood, and he lost too much blood Passed out."

When Cheng Nuo heard that Yang Zhihao was in a car accident, he asked eagerly, "Which hospital is he in now? I'll come right over."

After his assistant finished talking about the address, Cheng Nuo put the phone away, turned around and was about to leave, when he saw Fu Chenxi leaning against the door with a pale face, his bloodless face leaked like a dying person people.

In his vision, he should have hurried down after the housekeeper brought the porridge, knowing that the phone had been handed over to her.

Cheng Nuo stared at those bare feet, not having the courage to look into his familiar eyes: "Isn't it uncomfortable? Why don't you wear shoes?"

Fu Chenxi stared at her coldly like that: "It doesn't matter if you wear it or not, anyway, no one cares about it."

His childish words made Cheng Nuo a little helpless: "Have you had the porridge yet?"

Fu Chenxi pursed his lips: "Stomach hurts, I don't want to drink."

Cheng Nuo frowned, what the hell!Can you beat him?do it!Stomach pain and bare feet, don't eat!
Before she could speak, she turned and left angrily.

Like a nanny, Cheng Nuo went to the entrance to carry his shoes.

Fu Chenxi collapsed on the sofa, his feet landed on the cold jade bricks. It was originally covered with a cashmere blanket, but it was so cold, and where he put his feet, he had to slap her kid.

Endured it and said: "Put on your shoes, go and drink the porridge, I'll get you water, after drinking the porridge, take the medicine."

The butler had good eyesight, and then brought the porridge to the tea table.

He rolled his eyelids and snorted: "Aren't you leaving? Why do I care?"

Cheng Nuo looked at him who was making trouble, and was very convinced: "Fu Chenxi, what are you doing? Yang Zhihao is still in the emergency room, so I just go over and have a look, won't it work?"

Fu Chenxi asked with serious eyes: "As long as I am in the emergency room, you don't have to go to see him?"

Cheng Nuo didn't expect him to ask such a naive question: "Fu Chenxi, you're such an adult, what's the matter?"

It was because of her that Yang Zhihao got into a car accident. She went over to check, what's wrong?
Cheng Nuo said with a headache, "Do you want someone to accompany you? I'll find Ning Kexin for you right now!"

Fu Chenxi was furious: "Cheng Nuo, shut up! If you want to go, go, I don't need you."

He left a sentence full of anger and turned his head.

Cheng Nuo couldn't be more angry: "It doesn't matter."

After all, she was about to go to the entrance to change her shoes. Although she was still worried, she thought that Yang Zhihao was still in the emergency room.

She still decided to leave.

The butler couldn't stand it and said, "Miss Cheng, don't go, the wound on the husband's shoulder is very deep, and the stomach is often bad, maybe it's because of discomfort, the temper is a little bit worse, alas, I don't know who suffered it A thousand knives, to strike so hard at Mister, I have never seen Mister come back in such a state of embarrassment."

The housekeeper only thought that Fu Chenxi had gone out to fight,

There were palm prints on his face, and there were bloodstains seeping gauze around his neck.

Cheng Nuo bowed her head in shame, because she was the one who killed God.

Fu Chenxi lay on the sofa resentfully and sneered: "Uncle Fu, the one who bit me was an unfamiliar little white-eyed wolf."

The housekeeper said unfairly: "Sir, if we meet again next time, don't forget to pack it up and take it back. Since you were young, when have you ever suffered!"

Fu Chenxi smiled, and glanced at someone: "The white-eyed wolf said the same thing."

Cheng Nuo felt a burst of fire on his face, and wished he could open the door and run away, but the pressure behind his eyes was too intense.

Seeing her in a dilemma, the housekeeper tried to persuade her, "Miss Cheng, don't get angry with your husband. For the sake of your busy schedule, you can stay with him. An old man of my age can't let me feed my husband, I think he just said he didn't want to eat because of his shoulder pain."

Cheng Nuo was even more at a loss as to what to do after being sung by this master and servant.

The butler was fine, and directly brought over the hot porridge on the coffee table: "Miss Lao Cheng is here."