Being urged to get married, she got married with the heir of a wealthy family in seconds

Not knowing how long she had slept, Yan Luoman vaguely heard someone calling her to eat. She also mumbled something and finally fell into a deep sleep again.

My body feels heavy and I feel weak all over.

She seems to be sick, but there is no reason for her to be sick!

Yan Luoman vaguely felt a tall figure walking around her bed. She felt inexplicably aggrieved and sobbed, as if she was crying.

Fu Sichen heard her sobbing, sat down beside the bed and put an ice pack on her forehead.

She had a fever, an inexplicable fever, exactly the same as last time.

The difference is that this time, even Yan Luoman himself didn’t know why he had a fever.

Yan Luoman was burned unconscious and vaguely saw Fu Sichen's figure. She raised her hand to touch his body, but couldn't.

After waving her hands in the air twice, they fell down helplessly and she actually shed tears of grievance.

Fu Sichen looked at her quietly and spoke in a soft voice: "What do you want?"

She raised her hand again, as if eager to grab something.

Fu Sichen grabbed her restless hand.

Yan Luoman's blurry eyes seemed a little unbelievable, and she tried to open them wider to see clearly who was in front of her.

"What do you want to say?" Fu Sichen asked softly again.

She stared at Fu Sichen blankly. Although she couldn't see clearly, she knew it was him.

Yan Luoman pursed her lips, tightly grasped Fu Sichen's hand, tears welling up in her eyes.

Fu Sichen used his free hand to take out a tissue and wiped her tears.

Yan Luoman's tears kept falling and her body twitched uncontrollably occasionally.

Fu Sichen frowned slightly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else? Speak."

Yan Luoman turned her head away, not daring to look him in the eye. Her lips pursed in a vague way: "I want you to hug me..."

Although her voice was choked and soft.

But Fu Sichen heard it clearly, and he paused slightly.

He could pretend that he didn't hear it clearly. If he asked her again what she had just said, he believed that she would just say it was nothing.

But she looked so pitiful at the moment that Fu Sichen couldn't bear it.

She held his hand and refused to let go, so Fu Sichen had no choice but to sit on her bed with his clothes on.

As if she knew Fu Sichen agreed, Yan Luoman hugged his waist immediately after feeling the dent in the bed, and the ice bag on her head fell on the pillow.

Fu Sichen picked up the ice pack, held it in his hand, and placed it on her forehead.

He leaned against the head of the bed and looked down at her.

The discomfort just now was gone from Yan Luoman's face. At this moment, she was filled with joy at the successful pasting. Her eyes were slightly closed, the corners of her eyes were curved, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her little face was rosy.

so cute.

Fu Sichen's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the back of her head.

He thought she would be able to sleep peacefully this way.

The next moment, she murmured, "Can I be Fu Sinian for a few more days?"

Fu Sichen's fingertips paused slightly, resting between her hair.

The corners of her mouth shrank, then she smiled again, still with her eyes slightly closed, and asked again: "Is Fu Sinian the only one who belongs to me, okay?"

A familiar warm current slowly flowed in Fu Sichen's heart. This feeling made him close his eyes unconsciously. It was a feeling that the years were peaceful and quiet, as if it was worth it to just lean on the bed doing nothing for the rest of his life.

Fu Sichen didn't say anything.

Yan Luoman tightened her arms again and buried her face deeply in his abdomen.

The scorching heat and cold stimulated Fu Sichen's abdomen. He shuddered slightly, gave up on ice her forehead, and put the ice pack on the bedside table.

The scalding liquid gradually soaked his shirt and burned his skin.

Fu Sichen stood up, picked her up, and looked at her face quietly.

She kept her eyes closed, not daring to look at him, tears constantly falling.

His lips fell on the corner of her eye.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was so frightened by the kiss that she even forgot to cry, but she didn't dare to open her eyes to confirm.

"Manman." Fu Sichen called her softly.

Yan Luoman's whole body trembled, and the next moment, she pursed her lips and sobbed.

Fu Sichen put her on his body and let her cry on him.

Her tears soaked his collar. This time, she cried very suppressedly, accusing him incoherently: "Why can't you always be Fu Sinian?"

They all don't want Fu Sinian, but she does.

They both want Fu Sichen, one of them wants him for saving her life and years of uncomplaining love, the other one wants her sister's life-saving grace, and she has no bargaining chips at all.

Yan Luoman hated this man who suddenly became Fu Sichen. He was really more annoying than Fu Sinian.

He is domineering and cold-blooded, and he will divorce you if he says so.

He is heartless and ungrateful and will never stand on his side again.

She thought of Fu Sinian, the Fu Sinian who once loved her obsessively.

But she also knew that Fu Sinian was the heartless man in front of her, Fu Sichen, whom she hated so much!

Yan Luoman bit Fu Sichen's neck hard to vent her hatred.

Fu Sichen let her bite it and stroked her hair gently, just like he stroked her hair the first time she got angry.

Her resentment gradually dissipated, she loosened her teeth, and licked his wounds.

Fu Sichen raised the corners of his lips slightly, he is really well behaved.

The next day, when Yan Luoman woke up, Fu Sichen was no longer at home.

Yan Luoman breathed a sigh of relief. Although she had a severe fever yesterday, she vaguely remembered a few scenes in which she seemed to have expressed her love to him.

She was not a pretentious person, so she just confessed her feelings and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. But this time, she felt inexplicably nervous, as if she was not even qualified to love Fu Sichen.

It’s time for Fu Zining to sign up.

Yan Luoman took him to register. When his classmates saw Yan Luoman, they all looked at Fu Zining with envy.

After registration, the head teacher held a simple class meeting while all the parents were present.

I talked about the things to pay attention to when school starts, and invited parents who were not in the parent group to join.

Yan Luoman really didn’t want to join the parents’ group. It felt like she was back to work, and she always had to reply as soon as possible to express that she had received the message.

After the group dispersed, a little girl kept walking beside Fu Zining, chattering about the latest news during the winter vacation, and occasionally acting cute towards Yan Luoman.

Very cute.

Fu Zining just responded indifferently, as if he had no desire to share.

Yan Luoman now finally understood why parents with children would want to arrange marriages for their children.

Yan Luoman thought so and found his own thoughts funny.

After leaving the school gate, the little girl and her father walked to the left, while Yan Luoman and Fu Zining walked to the right.

They had walked a long way when the little girl suddenly shouted, "Fu Zining!"

Yan Luoman and Fu Zining turned their heads to look.

"Do you have a father? If not, can my dad be your father?"

The innocent voice of the child made everyone laugh and cry.

The little girl's father smiled awkwardly, but seemed to be waiting for Fu Zining's answer.

"I have a dad! He's super handsome!" Fu Zining held Yan Luoman's hand and rarely spoke loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow fell on him. He reflexively shrank his neck and turned his head cautiously.

Now everyone stopped.

Fu Zining's words are not exaggerated at all, he is really super handsome.

Fu Sichen put his arm around Yan Luoman's shoulders expressionlessly, as if declaring his sovereignty.

The little girl's father blushed in embarrassment and smiled apologetically at Fu Sichen.

Fu Zining lost his cheerfulness and got into the black Bentley on his own initiative.

Many people stopped to look and asked, "How can a man drive a Bentley to study in a public school like theirs?"