lcionline Chapter 209 You asked me to move my mouth!
Chapter 209 You asked me to move my mouth!
As soon as he saw her, Fu Ruoshi couldn't help but smile.
"I told you not to come. Are you cold?" He rubbed Wen Zhixia's red cheeks, his dry palms carrying the burning warmth of her body. "Let me warm you up."
Wen Zhixia stepped back and said coldly, "No need."
It was very hot indoors. Fu Ruoshi was wearing a thin home shirt with all the buttons unbuttoned, revealing his smooth neck and sharp collarbone.
"I guess you don't want to eat the food here, so I'll bring you something to eat." Wen Zhixia said as she took out a thermos from her large down jacket and shook it. "This is pork rib soup with wolfberries and lilies."
"This is seaweed rice ball. I made it myself tonight."
"And a braised egg."
"These are throat lozenges, sugar-free."
Fu Ruoshi saw that she was like Doraemon, constantly taking out food from her down jacket, just like those young couples who gave each other snacks after evening study in high school.
I feel sweet in my heart.
Wen Zhixia looked at the computer, data cable and notebook on his desk, as well as the coffee cup in the trash can, and knew that he hadn't eaten seriously again.
"Eat this," she tore off the plastic wrap from the rice ball, "and drink less coffee. Coffee can easily constrict your blood vessels."
Fu Ruoshi looked at the rice ball in her hand. It was filled with dried radish and chicken thigh meat. It was round and it was obvious that she had made it herself.
These past two days, he was afraid of attracting attention, so he didn't let Liu Zhen send him any food from outside. He refused to eat the meals provided by the hospital and was so busy working on the computer all day that he even forgot about being hungry.
Fu Ruoshi watched Wen Zhixia carefully pouring soup for him and breaking rice balls, looking like a gentle and considerate wife.
"Feed me," he said with an insincere smile.
"Can't you take it yourself?" Wen Zhixia looked at him with disdain.
"Don't provoke me," Fu Ruoshi lowered his eyes and pretended to be pitiful. "I'm going to have surgery tomorrow. I'm very nervous now. My heart is very fragile. As a doctor, how come you don't have any humanistic care?"
Wen Zhixia wanted to say, if your heart is fragile, no one in the world will have a strong heart.
But thinking that he would not be able to speak for a few days after tomorrow, she was too lazy to talk to him.
"If you want to say something, just say more," Wen Zhixia said unhappily, "and for the next few days, you can stop talking."
"Okay," Fu Ruoshi agreed, "I love you, my wife. I want to sleep with you every day."
After saying that, he stretched out his mouth and kissed her soft lips.
!!!
Wen Zhixia was shocked as if she had been electrocuted:
"Are you crazy?" She covered her mouth and pushed him away, "What are you doing!"
"Didn't you tell me to speak?" Fu Ruoshi staggered after being pushed by her, feeling aggrieved. "Didn't you tell me to speak as much as I wanted to?"
Is this the one that moves the mouth???
Wen Zhixia was mad at his scoundrel behavior.
I wanted to curse, but I didn't dare to speak loudly, so I could only whisper, "Are you sick?"
"Of course I do," Fu Ruoshi said innocently, "Why would I stay in the hospital if I'm not sick?"
Wen Zhixia wanted to perform surgery on him right now to make him shut up forever.
Fu Ruoshi looked at her little face which was red with anger but she seemed helpless, and his heart was filled with joy.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." He sat down at the table and drank the soup she brought.
After they finished eating and drinking, he was still reluctant to let her go.
"Why don't you stay tonight?" Fu Ruoshi said. "I'm worried about you going back alone so late. You can sleep here with me. No one's checking on me."
In the past few days, Guo Hong and Wang Xinjie asked all their acquaintances in the Jinghai medical system, but they still couldn't find out which leader Fu Ruoshi was the son-in-law of.
The more mysterious it is, the harder it is to get to the bottom of it, and the more they dare not offend him.
"What nonsense are you talking about," Wen Zhixia retorted, "How are you going to sleep on this bed? Stop it, you have surgery tomorrow, you need to get a good rest tonight."
Fu Ruoshi pouted in grievance, "I'm scared. I can't sleep without you, and if I can't sleep, my blood pressure will be high. Tomorrow when you cut my throat with a knife, I'll bleed."
Wen Zhixia was annoyed. "This is minimally invasive. They use a low-temperature plasma knife. There will be no blood spraying."
"I'm just afraid." Fu Ruoshi started to act like a rogue. "The patient's psychological preparation before surgery is also very important. Don't you know this?"
Wen Zhixia said seriously, "But you only have one bed. If I go to borrow a folding bed now, I will definitely be discovered."
Fu Ruoshi was waiting for her to say this.
"We're an old married couple," he said, suppressing a triumphant smile. "We've been honest with each other, so what's wrong with sleeping in the same bed?"
Wen Zhixia thought for a moment before realizing what he meant by 'being honest'.
"Tsk," the heating in the ward made her ears burn even hotter, "Impossible, we divorced a long time ago, don't even think about it now..."
After saying that, she walked towards his down jacket, took it off and spread it out on the ground, then took the neck pillow on his desk and covered it with her own, making a simple bed on the ground.
"There are always more solutions than problems," Wen Zhixia pointed to the floor, "I'll sleep on the floor. It's so hot here anyway, I can just cover my belly with a sweater."
After saying that, she lay down on it, feeling quite comfortable.
Now it was Fu Ruoshi's turn to be unable to bear it any longer.
He bent down and easily picked up Wen Zhixia.
"!!!"
Wen Zhixia suddenly lost her balance, "Can you please stop making trouble?"
Although Fu Ruoshi had lost some weight due to his illness, he was still very strong. Her slight struggles were of no use at all, and she was afraid that if she made too much noise, someone would be called over.
"You sleep on the bed, I won't." Fu Ruoshi said, "This bed shakes violently if it's moved a little. I won't work on such a shoddy project. It will affect my performance, so don't think about it."
Wen Zhixia felt ashamed by his endless dirty talk.
Fu Ruoshi took advantage of the fact that she didn't dare to talk back and teased her crazily.
"Are you done yet?" She frowned.
Fu Ruoshi saw that she was really unhappy, so he didn't dare to make a fuss.
"There's no reason for me to let you sleep on the floor," he said, picking up his down jacket. "I have to work overtime tonight, and I'll be bored without you. Stay with me for a while."
After saying that, he turned off the incandescent lamp, turned on the desk lamp, turned on the computer, and the stock trend interface appeared on the screen.
"Go to sleep. I'll call you when it's dawn."
After he said this, he got down to work.
In fact, Wen Zhixia was not very sleepy either.
She didn't disturb him from working, but just sat on the bed looking at her phone. She was drowsy for a while, and it was gradually past two o'clock.
Fu Ruoshi was still staring at the computer. He said he would not sleep and he really would not sleep. The sound of typing was very light, like white noise, which had an inexplicable sleep-inducing effect.
"Hey," Wen Zhixia called him softly, "You should take a rest."
Hearing her voice, Fu Ruoshi immediately took off his headphones and stopped working.
"If you don't get out of bed, I'll rest."