Sick husband's only pet

"I do not know!"

Fu Jingcheng looked bewildered, he didn't know where Lin Chen and Jiang Jingyu had gone, the housekeeper was trembling and embarrassed, "The Second Young Master and Young Madam just went back, and they said their blood sugar was a little high, go back and take some hypoglycemic medicine before coming back."

The housekeeper relayed the truth, wondering why Jiang Jingyu and Lin Chen had diabetes at such a young age?

Fu Jingcheng was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed, and the next second he let out a whimper, hunched over and covered his crotch, grinning his teeth, "Little boy, what are you doing? Murder your husband..."

Fu Jingcheng's tears of pain rolled in his eyes, Jiang Yunting glared at him, the more he thought about it, the more embarrassing he became, and he was already angry, so when he raised his legs, he was somewhat angry and couldn't control his strength.

"Fu Jingcheng, don't pretend to me. I didn't use much force at all. Get the hell out of your house. If you want me to forgive you so quickly, there's no way."

"I, I, I, no, no... I won't answer, darling, you are so cruel, do you want me to become a eunuch?"

Cold sweat was pouring out of Fu Jingcheng's forehead. Jiang Yunting was somewhat guilty and worried, but he obviously didn't use much effort, and based on his understanding of Fu Jingcheng's shamelessness, if he dared to show this person a little good face now, this guy would definitely beat a snake. stick.

"It doesn't matter if I become a eunuch, whoever will give you the sex blessing later, little boy, I uh—hiss—it hurts—uuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Don't worry about it, it hurts to death and you deserve it!"

After Jiang Yunting finished speaking, he turned and went upstairs. After Fu Jingcheng made such a fuss, he didn't have any appetite to eat at all, and he couldn't bear to be thrown out of him, so he simply went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Fu Jingcheng pursed his mouth, his brows frowned and his neck was snarled, what should he do if his little boy seemed to be really angry this time?

It doesn't hurt at all that I didn't fall for it.

Although the baby didn't really have a problem, the pain was not light. Fu Jingcheng limped to the dining table and sat down, sighing and looking sad.

Xu Shi has been worrying about Jiang Jingyu's physical recovery during this period. For more than a month, Jiang Yunting has hardly had a good night's sleep. Now that everything has settled, he went back to the bedroom and locked the door, without taking off his clothes. Lie down on the bed and fell asleep within 2 minutes.

Jiang Yunting fell asleep until midnight. When he opened his eyes, the room was pitch black. He reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, rubbed his stiff neck and sat up.

The electronic clock on the bedside table showed [-]:[-] am, and it was about [-]:[-] pm when he returned to the bedroom. Did he sleep for so long?

During this period, Fu Jingcheng didn't come to Guihao to knock on the door to make trouble for him?

Jiang Yunting felt a little uncomfortable in the quiet bedroom where he could almost hear his heartbeat, so he got up and went downstairs to find something to fill his stomach.

Walking all the way to the kitchen, there seemed to be no one in the house. Jiang Yunting was a little puzzled, and looked up at the guest room, did he sleep so hard?

In the past, as soon as my bedroom door slammed, I would definitely see Fu Jingcheng grinning and sticking to him when I opened the door. I couldn't even peel it off, like a dog skin plaster.

"Master, Mr. Fu has gone back."

Seeing Jiang Yunting standing in the middle of the living room and staring at the guest room in a daze, the butler kept his footsteps as light as possible and lowered his voice, for fear that he would scare Jiang Yunting.

But even so, Jiang Yunting was still taken aback, turned around and looked at the housekeeper, frowning slightly, "Going back? When?"

"That's when you drove Mr. Fu back at night, and after you went upstairs for a while, Mr. Fu packed up his things and left."

Jiang Yunting raised his eyebrows, "Packed up and left?"

"When I left, I specifically told me to take good care of you. You must be hungry when you come down, young master. Please sit down and wait for a while. I'll cook you a bowl of wanton noodles."

The housekeeper entered the kitchen as he spoke, Jiang Yunting froze in place for a moment, not quite believing it, did Fu Jingcheng really leave?

Pushing open the door of the guest room, it seemed that there was really nothing of Fu Jingcheng's things in it, and there was no Fu Jingcheng's clothes in the closet. Jiang Yunting sat by the bed, looking at the empty bed, suddenly felt a little unspeakable sadness.

With downcast eyes and a wry smile, Jiang Yunting shook his head, and when he was in a daze, the butler knocked on the door, "Master, the wontons are ready, should you go down and eat them or I'll bring them to you."

"I'll go down and eat! You go to sleep, thank you for your hard work."

The housekeeper shook his head, looked at Jiang Yunting's lonely eyes, opened his mouth and said "oh", then turned back to his bedroom and called Fu Jingcheng immediately.

"Boss Fu, you'd better come back. I think the young master has a bad look on his face. After hearing that you packed up your things and went back, you felt exhausted. Is your trick going to work? Don't mess it up!"

Fu Jingcheng smiled, and the corners of his mouth curled up slyly.

"I have a sense of propriety, and everything is according to the plan. You help me watch him, and tell him to eat well. If there is any situation, call me immediately. Oh, by the way, you cook the wontons I made for him and eat them." ?"

Looking outside the door, the butler lowered his voice: "It's just cooked, and I'm eating."

"That's good, you don't care about Uncle Ma, it's getting late, you should go to bed early! Xiaoguai, he is not as fragile as you think."

The butler was a little worried, but the matter had come to an end, and he couldn't say anything more.

The taste of the wonton was very good, and it was a taste he was familiar with. Jiang Yunting ate the bowl upside down, and even drank up the soup in the end.

You little bastard, how dare you lie to yourself!

Fu Jingcheng, please wait for your own happiness!

The sadness and chest tightness just now dissipated completely with a bowl of wonton noodles. Jiang Yunting rubbed his bulging stomach, smiled and shook his head.

Fu Jingcheng sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the phone and waiting impatiently. It's been a long time, why hasn't Yun Ting called him?

Didn't you wake up and know you're gone?

According to the normal procedure, he should receive a call from Jiang Yunting, asking him where he is now, if he really doesn't want him anymore, and asking him to come back now, saying that he forgives him and so on!

At that time, if I acted on purpose again to frighten him and teach him a lesson in love, this matter would be completely overturned.

From then on, the wife and children are hot on the kang, and their lives are like gods, beautiful and beautiful!

But, it's been more than an hour, this wonton should have been eaten and almost digested, right?

Fu Jingcheng checked the phone, it has power and is not turned off, it has network and signal, but why doesn't it ring?

After eating the wonton noodles, Jiang Yunting went upstairs to take a shower, came out wrapped in a towel, picked up his phone and checked the news while wiping his hair.

"Little boy, you let me go, I'll go, I won't disturb you anymore, take care of yourself, if you need me in the future, remember to call me, I will be there on call, love Your Jingcheng."

Jiang Yunting smiled, and sent back a message, "No, it's good to get together and leave, take care!"

After sending the message, Jiang Yunting threw the phone on the bedside table, mouth raised, and was about to go back to the bathroom to find a hair dryer when he suddenly remembered something, took the phone and directly blocked Fu Jingcheng's WeChat and phone calls, and finally went in without looking back the bathroom...