The Rebirth Group's pet little flirt

After Fu Shiyu was brought into the hospital by Nan Zhixin, he went straight to register. It was late at night and there were not many people, so they were lucky.

When I was in front of the doctor and checked, the other party said: "Fever caused by swollen tonsils, you should pay more attention to your body when you go home."

Fu Shiyu nodded softly and said hello.

Afterwards, she went to get the medicine, and then brought Nan Zhixin home.

Su Heng sent a message, saying that he came to the lounge to sit for a while and take some medicine before going back.

【Okay, I'll come right over. 】

At that time, the lounge was open, and Sister Song had just boiled hot water. Dr. Su Heng looked at her, his eyes motionless.

"Don't stare at me like that, Ah Heng." Sister Song pursed her lips, brushed her hair from her forehead behind her ears in embarrassment, and cast a coquettish glance at Su Heng who was sitting there without moving her gaze.

Su Heng came to his senses and turned his eyes away, but there was still a smile on his face that he just did something bad.

That smile is minute by inch, inch by inch, can reveal what's on your mind, and it's easy to be seen through by the tidy Song sister.

She thought, next time she can't come to the lounge again, so as not to mess around.

"Su Heng?" Fu Shiyu entered the room with Nan Zhixin in his arms.

Sister Song hurried to the front and looked at the person, "What's wrong with Zhixin, Second Master?"

"The tonsils are inflamed, and I have a fever." Fu Shiyu was too tired from running, so he took off his windbreaker and covered Nan Zhixin.

Nan Zhixin said in a daze, "Shi Yu, I want to drink hot water."

Fu Shiyu looked at Sister Song: "Is there hot water?"

"Yes, wait, I'll pour it for you." Sister Song turned around, came over with a paper cup and a hot water bottle, and poured a cup for Nan Zhixin.

Fu Shiyu reached out to take it, took a sip, and found it was too hot, "It's still a little hot, I'll call you when I can drink it."

Nan Zhixin's voice was already hoarse, so she said yes.

Holding Fu Shiyu's clothes in his arms, leaning on the chair, weeping all the time.

Su Heng gave her the napkin on the table, Nan Zhixin thanked her, blushed and began to blow her nose.

Fu Shiyu looked worried at his wife's pitiful appearance.

Su Heng patted Fu Shiyu's arm, hoping he would not be in a hurry, "Don't worry, it's just a cold, a small problem."

Fu Shiyu knew it was a minor ailment, and because he knew it, he was worried about it because he had caught a cold.

Due to inflammation of the tonsils, my throat swelled up, and I felt extremely uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do.

After the boiling water cooled for 3 minutes, he tasted it again, and only passed it to Nan Zhixin when it was not burning his mouth and it was suitable again.

Nan Zhixin squinted her eyes to comfort her: "I'll be fine tomorrow, my body has always been very good."

Fu Shiyu looked at it distractedly, and asked thoughtfully: "If tomorrow is really good, I will take your surname."

"My surname is already on your head." Nan Zhixin waved his hands, looking at Fu Shiyu's face with a sad face.

After looking at it for a few times, he nestled in Fu Shiyu's arms movedly, and called out softly: "Husband, you are so kind~"

Sister Song and Su Heng next to each other looked at each other, feeling like they had eaten a ton of dog food.

Sister Song got a chair, looked at Fu Shiyu and said, "It's fine, why did you catch a cold?"

"I guess the weather has changed a lot recently, and she didn't listen to advice to wear more clothes, so she must have caught a cold." Fu Shiyu looked around calmly, lowered his eyes for a while, and then suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Please help me watch her."

Nan Zhixin hugged his arm: "Just stay here with me."

People who are sick are very dependent, and they hope that someone will help them at any time.

Fu Shiyu, who usually likes to act like a baby to her husband, still has no reservations at this moment.

Fu Shiyu paused, scratched her hair with his palm, and coaxed her patiently: "You must eat something before taking the medicine, or your stomach will hurt."

Nan Zhixin nodded, and looked at the standing husband greedily: "Did Yu go shopping for me at that time?"

"Well, I'm obedient and I'll buy you something." Fu Shiyu glanced at Su Heng and Sister Song before leaving.

The sleeve was grabbed again, Nan Zhixin handed him the jacket: "Put on clothes and go out to buy."

Fu Shiyu glanced at his coat: "You cover it yourself."

Nan Zhixin gritted her teeth, and said unwillingly, "Put it on!"

There was no other way, so Fu Shiyu had no choice but to obey the words of the feverish and blushing daughter-in-law, and put on his coat again, but he still felt tired deep in his heart, as if something was pulling him hard.

So I couldn't help but agree to the other party.

Walking out of the hospital gate, Fu Shiyu went to a bakery, where he stared at the bread and said, "I want freshly baked ones, do you have any?"

The female clerk looked at the man in suit and leather shoes in front of him. He looked handsome, his eyes sparkled, and she was dumbfounded for a moment: "Yes, yes, yes."

Fu Shiyu stood there waiting patiently, and when he was anxious, he looked at the window.

Under the night, high-rise buildings, thousands of houses are lit up, there are many vehicles coming and going, and the noise is endless.

Of course, there are people who also come to buy bread and stop at the bakery.

A migrant worker aroused Fu Shiyu's curiosity. He hid the bread in his arms, looked at the shop assistant and smiled, "It's raining outside."

The clerk seemed to know him, and said with a smile, "Are you buying this for your wife again?"

The migrant worker nodded and smiled warmly: "Yes, I bought it for my wife. She likes to eat bread very much. But I ride a motorcycle and get cold easily from the wind, so it's not easy to get cold in my arms."

Fu Shiyu looked at it with a happy smile on his face, and when he went back, he also held the bread in his arms.

Although once upon a time, he was actually a bit of a clean freak.

When they arrived at the hospital again, Sister Song and Su Heng both saw the misty steam emanating from Fu Shiyu's hair.

"Shiyu, why did you come back only now? It's raining." Nan Zhixin looked at Fu Shiyu's face and red nose.

"I know it's raining." Fu Shiyu glanced at Nan Zhixin, and took out bread from his coat.

There was still water mist on the bread. When Nan Zhixin touched the bread, it was warm and felt very warm in his heart. The warm cold seemed not so serious.

"Shi Yu, this must be freshly baked bread." Nan Zhixin's voice was hoarse, but there were many smiles on her face, and it was obvious that she was in a great mood.

Fu Shiyu raised his hand dully, sat next to Nan Zhixin and nodded, "Yes, it's freshly baked bread, don't you like it?"

Nan Zhixin opened it and took a bite: "No wonder you waited so long."

Seeing the affectionate interaction between the two, Sister Song patted Su Heng's arm with envy, and said aggrievedly: "I will also eat bread in the future, will you buy it for me?"

Su Heng, who was suddenly hit by Aite, squinted his eyes, and nodded involuntarily: "Buy, buy, buy, I'll buy it for you too. Be happy."

Sister Song held Su Heng's face in both hands, and offered her kiss.

Su Heng looked at this unreserved girlfriend and made a look.

Nan Zhixin raised her hands and hugged her husband's face, "Just kiss, Shi Yu and I won't peek."

Sister Song and Su Heng turned their heads at the same time, saying the same thing: "Are we afraid that you will see it?"

Nan Zhixin, who caught a cold, stared at her husband's handsome face, and wanted to kiss her too: "If it's not a cold, I'll kiss you too." She turned her eyes, but was kissed by Fu Shiyu...