One Thought Addiction: Fu Shao's Heart-to-heart Doting on His Wife

This night, the lights were brightly lit, and they didn't turn off the lights until two or three o'clock in the morning.

This time, Jian Changqing didn't find it awkward to have a man lying beside her. She didn't even have the energy to think about it. One night, she made a lot of money. She learned a lot from Fu Nianchen, and she finally understood why those in the business world People would praise him so much. This man is really too smart. His grasp of people's hearts and his precise financial vision are simply amazing. His reputation as a business genius is not in vain.

Although she slept very late, when she woke up the next day, Jian Changqing was still in good spirits, even more effective than going to bed early.

"Morning, this morning is pork rib porridge, meat buns, and boiled eggs." Jian Changqing was busy in the kitchen after waking up this morning, with a brisk appearance like a little bee searching among flowers, so happy.

Fu Nianchen didn't find it strange either, and gladly accepted Jian Changqing's enthusiastic service. You must know that not everyone taught him as a famous teacher. I'm afraid they couldn't afford the tuition fee.

The pork rib porridge is very fragrant, the fresh fragrance of the gravy is melted into the porridge, and the fragrance of the shallots is added, which is full of praise.

Jian Changqing found out yesterday that Fu Nianchen loves to drink porridge, and she didn't touch other Western-style breakfasts such as toast, so she specially prepared all Chinese-style ones today.

Sure enough, she guessed right, he ate everything on the table today.

With last night's preaching and teaching, Fu Nianchen's status in Jian Changqing's heart seems to be different.

Pork rib porridge is Jian Changqing's favorite among porridges, even surpassing seafood porridge. She just scooped it up with a spoon when she sat down, but the smell of her favorite meat porridge made her want to vomit.

"vomit--"

Jian Changqing covered her mouth and quickly ran into the kitchen. One night passed, she hadn't had time to eat anything during the day, she just drank a glass of water, she couldn't spit out anything, she was just retching.

"What's the matter with you?" Fu Nianchen followed and asked with a frown as she watched her throwing up in the pool.

Jian Changqing waved her hand, "I'm fine, I just feel a little nauseous, go eat first, and leave me alone."

But Jian Changqing's appearance was not convincing compared to her words.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Fu Nianchen still asked worriedly.

"No, no, I'm much better now." Jian Changqing rinsed his mouth with water, and the symptoms were indeed relieved a lot.

Fu Nianchen waited and came back, seeing that she was really well, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Returning to the dining table, Jian Changqing found that she still wanted to vomit after smelling the pork rib porridge, so she quickly moved away, which made her feel better.

"Let's go to the hospital sometime, don't wait for Jane to get up, you won't be able to get up first." Fu Nianchen saw that she was in a bad mood, and she was about to vomit again after a while.

"I'll go." Jian Changqing didn't mean to be perfunctory to him, she did have this idea, but she didn't have time to go.

Seeing Fu Nianchen's disbelieving eyes, he immediately said, "If the company is free today, I'll go."

Jian Changqing no longer knew that her reputation was so low, and Fu Nianchen didn't have any credibility at all.

"It's better like this." Fu Nianchen sneered twice.

Unable to eat porridge, Jian Changqing had no choice but to bake two slices of bread for herself, and now she didn't vomit anymore, she brushed a layer of jam on the toast, the sweet and sour taste was very good.