My wife has always been timid

The more Wen Lao talked, the more hopeless he felt. At the end he sighed and waved his hands without any desire to tell her.

Dude, this is depressing.

Su Qingcheng quickly poured him a glass of water, and patted her on the back to comfort her: "Don't worry, didn't you also research the antidote that might cure Fu Xiuyuan last time?"

"It's useless. The owner has been injecting the virus factor extracted last time for a long time, but there is still no change in the body."

Elder Wen sighed.

Su Qingcheng can only be relieved: "It's good if there is progress. If you fail once, there will be a second time. As long as we keep researching, we will have a chance."

"Lend your blessings."

Mr. Wen only thought she was talking beautifully, looked at the information in his hand, and lamented: "It would be great if the old man didn't let someone test the medicine on you back then. If the Patriarch can stand up, let us continue to test it on him Medicine, he is the one who is cured, and he is the one who is invulnerable to all poisons now..."

Yes.

If Fu Xiuyuan had been able to stand up again back then, he would have been healed, and he would have been the one who was invulnerable to all poisons.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

At that time, Fu Xiuyuan's physical condition had reached the point of exhaustion. If he continued to test the medicine, he might be killed by various viruses before the virus killed him.

At twelve noon, Su Qingcheng went to the ground to have lunch with Fu Xiuyuan.

When Fu Xiuyuan went downstairs, he saw that she was already waiting at the dining table, so he went over and rubbed her head lightly: "How do you feel in the hospital?"

"Fortunately."

Observing the appearance of the virus in person is much more impactful than reading those materials, but being taught a lesson by Mr. Wen's negative energy, she feels a little uneasy.

It's more than just being unrestrained.

When she came down to the research room in the morning, she was full of anticipation, but now her little face looked like a frost-beaten eggplant, and she didn't know what kind of torture she had endured down there.

Fu Xiuyuan patted her on the shoulder and comforted her in a low voice: "This matter is difficult, if it makes you unhappy, don't go on anymore, leave everything to Wen Lao and Zhong Lao to do, you have tried your best gone."

When Su Qingcheng heard his words, the tip of his nose suddenly became sore.

"Okay." She took a breath to suppress the emotions in her heart, and smiled with her lips curled up: "I have talked a lot with Mr. Wen. Although it is very difficult, they seem to have figured out the trick now, and finding the antidote is just around the corner."

"That's good."

Fu Xiuyuan didn't continue this topic any longer, he didn't want to put too much pressure on the girl, so he reached out and pulled a dining chair to sit next to her, and had lunch with her.

The door upstairs opened, and Fu's mother was about to go downstairs when she saw this scene.

Seeing her son having lunch with Su Qingcheng so close, a look of unnaturalness flashed across her face, just when Su Qingcheng heard the movement, she also raised her eyes to look upstairs.

The eyes of the two collided in mid-air, and the atmosphere became even more awkward.

"I'm going out, I have an appointment for dinner." Fu's mother glanced at the two of them, then went downstairs holding her handbag and walked out the door.

She seemed to avoid Su Qingcheng on purpose, and went out to eat at noon.

"Don't look, eat well." When she was staring at the direction Fu's mother left, Fu Xiuyuan pushed her face back with one hand.

The vegetables fell on the plate, so Su Qingcheng had no choice but to obediently lower her head and pull all the vegetables into her mouth.

In the dark, there were a pair of eyes staring at the dining room. Seeing Fu Xiuyuan and Su Qingcheng's intimate movements, a hint of cruelty appeared in those exquisitely made-up eyes, and the sinister light emerged again.

……

In the afternoon, Su Qingcheng came to the doctor's hospital again.

Wen Lao and the others were about to go down to the research room, and when they saw her coming, they greeted her, and Su Qingcheng also distributed the fruits he brought along with them.

"I'm old, I can't eat these things anymore." Elder Wen waved his hand, rejecting the fruit that Su Qingcheng handed over.

He didn't dare to accept the master's kindness.

Su Qingcheng could see into Wen Lao's heart, that old people like them valued dignity very much, but she didn't, she directly stuffed the banana into his arms, and took the lead into the elevator with a smile: "Wen Lao, I'll go down first Waiting for you!"

"Hey, this little girl..."

The little girl who grew up was still as eccentric as she was when she was a child. Elder Wen glanced at the banana in his arms and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.