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Ye Shengge ran over immediately and saw Fu Yushen being supported by Song Yang.

The man frowned, he was about to stand unsteadily, his expression was weak, and he looked very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Ye Shengge opened his eyes wide, "Didn't you be fine just now?"

"Miss Ye," Song Yang said in time, "Boss Fu is not feeling well, please help him back to his room, and I will call the family doctor right away."

"...Okay." Ye Shengge stretched out his hand to support the man, barking twice in his heart...

Song Yang let go of his hand and hurriedly ran away.

What kind of doctor do you want?

With Ms. Ye here, keep the medicine until the illness is cured!

Ye Shengge supported Fu Yushen with both hands, observing his expression: "Why are you feeling so uncomfortable all of a sudden? Should I take you to the hospital?"

The man looked at her porcelain white jade face, and shook his head weakly: "No, help me back to the room first."

Ye Shengge could only help him upstairs.

Probably because he was too weak, his whole body leaned towards her.

Ye Shengge was forced to stick to the man's body, and half hugged and half supported him back to the room.

As soon as he entered the door, Fu Yushen lost his balance and fell towards her.

Ye Shengge reached out reflexively and hugged him.

She wrapped her arms around the man's slim waist, and bumped her forehead against his chest, asking quickly, "Are you okay?"

Fu Yu rested his chin on the top of the woman's soft and fragrant hair, slightly hooked his lower lip, and said weakly and uncomfortablely: "Sorry, I didn't stand firmly."

Ye Shengge couldn't help but worry: "Why is it so serious, I can't even stand still."

The man hummed lightly, rubbed her soft hair, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Shengsheng, give me a hug for a while, okay?"

Ye Shengge was very worried: "I'm not a doctor, what's the use of hugging me, I'd better take you to the hospital."

This Song Yang, why is his efficiency so slow, the doctor hasn't called yet.

The next second, she heard a man's low and weak voice above her head, which was inexplicably pitiful: "I don't want to go to the hospital, Shengsheng will accompany me for a while, huh?"

Ye Shengge: "..."

When he was sick as a child, he really never liked going to the hospital.

Ye Shengge had nothing to do with him: "Okay then, I'll help you back to bed and lie down first."

Helping him to lie down on the bed, Ye Shengge ran to the side without touching his feet, poured a cup of hot water and brought it over: "Here, drink more hot water."

Fu Yushen: "..."

He got up to take the water glass, and took two weak sips.

Then lay back down again.

Ye Shengge put the water glass aside, then sat down beside the bed, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

The man grabbed her hand and put it on his abdomen: "It's uncomfortable here, rub it for me."

Ye Shengge: "?"

Through a thin white shirt, he could feel the man's warm body temperature, as well as the tight and distinct outline of his abdominal muscles.

Ye Shengge seemed to be burned, and his fingertips curled up uncomfortably.

She raised her moist eyes, and just about to withdraw her hand, she saw Fu Yushen frowning slightly, looking very uncomfortable and desperately holding back.

so uncomfortable...

The awkwardness in Ye Shengge's heart disappeared in an instant.

Spread your palms and rub them gently for him: "Is this okay? Will it hurt you?"

Hearing this question, Fu Yushen slightly raised his eyebrows: "No, it's much more comfortable."

Ye Shengge breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll rub you for a while longer."

There was a faint joy in the depths of the man's eyes.

However, after rubbing for a few minutes, Fu Yushen really frowned.

The woman's soft, boneless little hands just rubbed his abdomen lightly like that... This is purely asking for trouble for herself.

Ye Shengge rubbed, and his eyelids jumped suddenly. Why does it feel like his body temperature has risen?

It won't be getting worse, will it?

Ye Shengge was worried, so he put the back of his hand on his forehead and tested his temperature: "Do you have a fever?"

But he didn't feel abnormal body temperature on the back of his hand.

Fu Yu glanced deeply at the hand on her forehead, calmed down the restlessness in her body, and then spoke with a slightly hoarse voice: "Is this accurate?"

Ye Shengge was startled, and looked around: "Then do you have a medicine box here? Do you have a thermometer?"

He shook his head.

Ye Shengge blinked, pursed her bright red lips, squeezed her thumb and index finger vigorously, hesitated for two seconds, then suddenly bent down, and pressed her forehead against his.

She just leaned over like this, and the two foreheads touched each other intimately, Fu Yu took a deep breath and uncontrollably eased a little.

After feeling it for a while, Ye Shengge felt relieved: "I don't think I have a fever."

After she finished speaking, she straightened up and retreated.

The moment she got up to leave, the man's warm palm suddenly grabbed her slender waist and pushed her back.

Ye Shengge was caught off guard, and lay down on the man's body, his heart constricted slightly, and he immediately put his hands on the bed: "What's wrong with you?"

The two were close to each other, and Fu Yu stared straight at her with deep dark eyes, his eyes were hot and soft: "Shengsheng..."

Ye Shengge's heart stopped beating.

After a pause, he spoke softly, his sexy and hoarse voice was wrapped in a weak sense of brokenness: "Lie down with me for a while, okay, it's still a little uncomfortable."

Ye Shengge slowly opened his eyes wide, his heart constricted uncontrollably, and his fingers unconsciously grasped the bed sheet under him.

She lay on top of the man and felt his strong heartbeat.

That heartbeat seemed to carry a weak electric current to her body, and Ye Shengge suddenly felt numb all over, and got up from him without thinking.

She got up, and the man got up with him.

"Why are you up too?" Ye Shengge asked with trembling eyelashes.

"If you don't want to lie down, then I will sit with you."

"..."

Ye Shengge licked her moist lips: "I'll go see why Song Yang hasn't called the doctor yet."

"No need." The man sat lazily on the head of the bed, played with her hand, and squeezed her soft and slender fingers: "I'm much better now."

Ye Shengge frowned: "You said you were uncomfortable just now."

Fu Yushen raised his eyelids to look at her, his thin lips curled slightly, his brows and eyes were full of provocative laziness: "Thanks to Shengsheng for taking good care of her."

"...Then you sit here." Ye Shengge wanted to withdraw his hand, but he stopped him.

He leaned over and took out a small dark blue square gift box from a small drawer beside him.

The gift box was held up in front of Ye Shengge, the lid was opened, and inside was a pair of exquisite and beautiful earrings.

Ye Shengge's long and thin eyelashes trembled.

He had given himself a necklace and a bracelet before.

There were two beautiful rubies on that bracelet, and it was on her wrist now.

"Why did you give me another gift?"

The man seemed to think about it seriously, lowered his eyes and smiled, pampering and pampering: "I like to buy things for you. Is this a good reason?"