Sick husband's only pet

The food delivered by Fu Jingcheng was rich, and just after twelve o'clock, he hurried to Jiang Yunting's office. Facing the food delivered by Fu Jingcheng, Jiang Yunting smiled from the heart for the first time these days.

"What are you doing, am I a child?"

Rice decorated with several kinds of small animals, dotted with smiling faces and nutritious vegetables and meat, after the meal, the fruit is cut into pieces of heart shape, and even the dessert after the meal is written "I love you" with jam Sticky monologue.

Fu Jingcheng looked expectantly begging for praise, leaned close to Jiang Yunting, rubbed and hugged: "Why not, you are my favorite baby! I have been cooking for a whole morning, do you want to taste it?"

Having eaten it too many times, Jiang Yunting knows that it must be very suitable for his appetite without having to taste it. He was just about to move his chopsticks, but he really couldn't bear it. Such a lovely meal, no matter what, he had to take a photo as a souvenir.

I feel a little embarrassed to shoot directly, he is still angry!

"Can you help me go downstairs and get a courier up?"

Jiang Yunting blinked, and planned to send Fu Jingcheng away before taking pictures. He promised to let Fu Jingcheng hang out for a few days, and he must not compromise so quickly.

Fu Jingcheng nodded without thinking too much, "Okay, then eat quickly, be careful that it will get cold later."

Jumping out the door, Fu Jingcheng hid at the door, saw Jiang Yunting took out his phone and took several photos of the food, and ran downstairs contentedly.

As a result, the Moments of Moments have always been just Chairman Jiang Da's work, and for the first time in his life, he posted a Moments of Moments full of fireworks, and...unsurprisingly, he blocked President Fu Da.

Seeing Jiang Yunting's circle of friends, Lin Chen smiled, and handed the phone to Jiang Jingyu, "How about it, let me just say that I can do this trick! You still don't believe me."

The food in the photo seems to be able to smell the aroma even through the screen, coupled with the unique shape and careful presentation, it makes people feel the full love of the cook. Jiang Jingyu pursed his lips and thought in his heart, it turns out that brother Really did not choose the wrong person.

"I didn't expect that Fu Jingcheng's hands are quite clever, he is very good at coaxing people!"

"You just know, do you think everyone blows up the kitchen as soon as you enter the kitchen?"

Thinking of the fact that Jiang Jingyu almost burned the house down when he entered the kitchen for the first time, Lin Chen felt it was funny.

Jiang Jingyu looked embarrassed and resentful, "Just wait, I will definitely do better than him."

Lin Chen smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched Jiang Jingyu's face, "Fool, you don't need to compare yourself with others, you are already very good, in my heart, you will always be the best."

Jiang Jingyu was pleased by Lin Chen's words, and secretly vowed that he must also learn to cook. The book said that to capture a person's heart, you must first grasp a person's stomach, although he has already captured Lin Chen's heart , but he felt that it was not enough, he would continue to work hard to make Lin Chen the happiest person in the world.

After finding out that he was shielded, Fu Jingcheng felt a little depressed, but he didn't want to attack it directly. After all, he managed to get the chance to perform, but he must not screw it up. But when he thought about not being able to hug his little boy to sleep at night, I felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.

At night, Fu Jingcheng lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, he was used to hugging his little boy to sleep, and now he was alone in bed, really desolate and sleepless.

Baidu!

Excuse me, how can I save myself after being kicked out in the cold by my wife?

After searching on Baidu, Fu Jingcheng turned over, sat on the bed and thought about the serious consequences of lying, and finally ran to the backyard decisively.

It just rained in the evening, and the night in late autumn was bitingly cold. Without saying a word, Fu Jingcheng jumped into the outdoor swimming pool in the backyard with a plop. The icy cold pool water made him shiver uncontrollably. After an hour, I touched my forehead, but nothing seemed to change.

I ran around the yard twice, went into the room and drank a large glass of water filled with ice cubes, then continued to soak in cold water, repeated four or five times, and finally felt a little lightheaded and my forehead was hot.

Back in the room, Fu Jingcheng took off his clothes and took a cold shower, took out the thermometer and took his temperature.

Perfect, 38 degrees!

Lying on the bed, Fu Jingcheng called Jiang Yunting.

"Little boy, I feel so sick with a fever, can you come and see me?"

Jiang Yunting was sleepy. After hearing Fu Jingcheng's voice, he turned on the light and looked at the time. It was already halfway through the night. He frowned and remembered Fu Jingcheng, who was alive and well in the evening, and smiled, "Don't pretend, sleep well."

"Really, 38 degrees, I feel dizzy. If you don't believe me, I'll send you a photo."

With a ding dong, Jiang Yunting saw two photos sent by Fu Jingcheng, one was a thermometer showing the temperature, and the other was a photo of Fu Jingcheng's pale face and weak appearance lying on the bed.

Jiang Yunting got up suddenly, "Why did you suddenly have a fever, have you taken your medicine?"

"No, there is no medicine at home, and I have no strength at all, and I don't even have the energy to get out of bed."

Fu Jingcheng's voice was so hoarse, Jiang Yunting rolled over and got out of bed, and tried to comfort him while putting on his clothes, "Don't worry, I'll go over to see you right now, lie down and cover yourself with the quilt and don't move around."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jingcheng smiled slyly, but at the same time his stomach hurt badly, throbbing like someone took a knife and stirred it in his stomach.

After a while, Fu Jingcheng wanted to go to the toilet, his head became more and more dizzy, and his whole body was shivering with cold.

In just 15 minutes, Fu Jingcheng went to the toilet six times, and his anus was almost prolapsed before he barely felt the urge to defecate, but his stomach still hurt.

Sure enough, self-inflicted crimes can't live, Fu Jingcheng is in pain but has no regrets, as long as he can win his little boy to let him go home, he is willing to pay half his life.

Jiang Yunting rummaged through boxes and cabinets at home to find antipyretics and rushed to Fu Jingcheng's house. When he opened the door, there was no sound in the dark room, and even called Fu Jingcheng's name several times, but no one responded.

Jiang Yunting was a little anxious, and ran all the way to the master bedroom on the third floor in the dark, pushed open the door and rushed in.

In the bedroom, only a small night light on the bedside was turned on, Fu Jingcheng curled up under the quilt and was a little dizzy from the heat, and he was still shivering from the cold while clutching the quilt.

"Jing Cheng, Jing Cheng..."

Jiang Yunting frowned, pulled back the quilt and saw Fu Jingcheng who was about to curl up into a shrimp, and twitched in distress, "How are you? How did you burn like this?"

Hearing Jiang Yunting's voice, Fu Jingcheng opened his eyes and took a look. The next second, he stretched out his hand and directly hooked Jiang Yunting's neck and hugged him. His whole body was shivering from the cold, and he felt aggrieved: "Little boy, why did you come? I'm so cold. , you hug me."