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

Fortunately, Fu Nianchen next to him had sharp eyesight and quick hands, so he immediately squatted down and caught the little pudding.The frightened little Pudding finally came to his senses and patted his little chest, "Mom, you scared me to death."

Jian Changqing was full of guilt. She took a step towards Fu Nianchen and asked anxiously, "Little Pudding, are you okay? Are you injured? I'm sorry, mom..."

Fu Nianchen looked at Jian Changqing's wringing fingers, and he understood what was going on.Xiao Jiang said that her situation is not optimistic, is that what she is talking about?But all Xiao Jiang could see was the bruises on Jian Changqing's face. He didn't know how many injuries she had.
Thinking of this, Fu Nianchen felt a chill in his heart. He will definitely figure out who is so courageous to do something to his woman.He wants to repay everything that Jian Changqing has suffered a hundredfold!
"Mom, little pudding is fine! Dad caught me." Little pudding knew that her mother would be worried, so she smiled at Jian Changqing sensiblely, her sweet voice soothed Jian Changqing's worries, and also disrupted Fu Nianchen's thoughts.

"Go ahead, you're tired too." Fu Nianchen said to Jian Changqing with concern.

Jian Changqing nodded, followed Fu Nianchen into the room.

Nothing in the house has changed, the location is still the same, the furniture is still the same, it has the taste of their life.Jian Changqing misses this place so much, this is her home, the home she shares with Fu Nianchen and Little Pudding.How could she be willing to leave?

Little Pudding fell asleep soon. After taking a shower, Jian Changqing sat on the bed and applied medicine to the wound on his hand.Day after day of injury, those bruises became more and more difficult to remove.Jian Changqing looked at the left piece of green and the right piece of purple on her hand, and even she felt it was scary.

"knocking"

There were two knocks from outside the door, which scared Jian Changqing into a shudder, and accidentally spilled some of the traumatic medicine in his hand on his clothes.She hurriedly pulled down the sleeves of her pajamas, got out of bed and opened the door.

Fu Nianchen had already finished taking a shower. He stood at the door with a fresh lemon smell on his body.

"Are you asleep? Can I go in?" Fu Nianchen washed his hair, and his hair was not as neatly combed as usual, but now it was all drooping, looking like a docile big golden hair with drooping ears.

"Come in." Jian Changqing turned around and sat back on the bed, while Fu Nianchen followed her and sat beside her.

"Was it hurt somewhere? Can you show me?" Fu Nianchen's eyes were a little red, and he didn't know if it was caused by shampoo getting into his eyes while taking a bath. He looked pitiful.

Jian Changqing shook her head and said, "No, I feel ugly when I see it myself, so I don't want to show it to you."

But at this time, Fu Nianchen's palm had already encircled her wrist, and he pulled her arm towards him, "Is it this hand?"

Before Jian Changqing could reply, Fu Nianchen had already started to gently pull up her sleeves.How could he not know, Jian Changqing's whole room smelled of refreshing Chinese medicine, it would be strange if he didn't know.

Fu Nianchen gently pulled up her sleeves, for fear that the sleeves would touch her wound again and hurt her.Jian Changqing looked at Fu Nianchen who was concentrating and lowering his head, and felt that the man in front of him was extremely cute.Even if you feel sorry for her, she is so cute.

The sleeves of the loose pajamas went up little by little under Fu Nianchen's carefulness. Those bruises that Jian Changqing never said but Fu Nianchen could find were more and more abrupt on her white arms.

Looking at the bruise marks on Jian Changqing's arm, Fu Nianchen couldn't help but gasped. He felt that the bruises on Jian Changqing's hands were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, knocking his heart one after another. pain.

"...I'm sorry, it's my fault." Fu Nianchen was silent for more than ten seconds, and when he raised his head again, Jian Changqing saw the tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Changqing. I didn't take good care of you, I let you Suffering for no reason. I'm sorry..."

There was a cry in Fu Nianchen's voice, and his voice was a little trembling. I don't know if he was too tired these days, but his voice was a little hoarse.

Seeing Fu Nianchen's guilt and wishing to slap herself, Jian Changqing put the other hand on the back of Fu Nianchen's hand, stared into his eyes, shook her head slightly, and said with a smile: "Fu Nianchen, I understand, I can understand. I don't blame you, don't cry, okay? I will never blame you, promise me, don't put too much burden on yourself, okay?"

Fu Nianchen looked at Jian Changqing in front of him, he never dared to forget this experience, he never dared to forget, the injury on Jian Changqing's arm, he would never let her get hurt again.

Jian Changqing and Fu Nianchen looked at each other, their eyes were full of love.When Fu Nianchen's hot tears rolled down, Jian Changqing took the hand covering the back of Fu Nianchen's hand away, wiped away the tears that were about to fall, and said with a smile: "Still crying? Do you still give me medicine? It hurts."

Fu Nianchen came back to his senses, wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, took the potion on the side, dipped it in with a cotton swab, and gently wiped the bruises.

"Eeeeeeeeeee...itch! itch!"

The next day, Fu Nianchen took Little Pudding and Jian Changqing out, saying that he was going to hold a reception banquet for her to get rid of bad luck.After hearing this, Jian Changqing laughed at him, saying how could he believe in the old man's tricks at such a young age.Even so, Jian Changqing happily followed him out the door.

It's just that today's trip always made Jian Changqing feel that something was wrong. Later, when Fu Nianchen took her and Little Pudding to drive home, she saw in the rear mirror that there was a very familiar car behind her.

"Does this car look familiar?" Jian Changqing looked at the rear mirror suspiciously. The black car behind them had been following behind them, not too far away, almost at the same speed as them.

Fu Nianchen looked up at the car behind him reflected in the mirror, and then said casually: "Yeah, I've been with us for a day. I seem to follow when I go out."

"You are still on bail. Didn't you say before that you can't leave the country until the case is solved? Now it seems that you are afraid that you will slip away."

Jian Changqing didn't speak any more. On the way home, she always looked at the rear car mirror intentionally or unconsciously. In the mirror, there was still that black inconspicuous car.She felt a little uncomfortable, and the feeling of being suspected was really uncomfortable.

In the next few days, Jian Changqing didn't go out again, she was really not used to the feeling of being followed.As for Fu Nianchen, he didn't go out either, but his phone calls and messages increased. Sometimes, he would sneak into the study and talk on the phone after closing the door.

Jian Changqing observed for several days, this kind of Fu Nianchen was really abnormal, but she didn't think about how to ask.