Finding a Wife and Entering the Urn: Young Master Feng is addicted to spoiling his wife

"That's not what you should know."

Feng Baiyu's face suddenly turned cold, as if he was disgusted with her asking so many questions, and said in a gloomy voice, "Don't spread the matter today."

"But I was almost killed, why don't you call the police?" Ye Tong asked deliberately.

Call the police?

"Do you think he will leave clues waiting for you to catch?" He narrowed his eyes and sneered mockingly, "Should I say you are stupid or simple?"

She said stubbornly: "He tried to kill me again and again, but I can't bear it forever? You saved me this time, what about next time?"

Feng Baiyu frowned, as if he was stopped by this question.

Ye Tong continued, "You all think that I am Ye Tong, and because we look similar and have the same name, do we have to suffer such a thing?"

"I will protect you."

He didn't continue to talk about this matter, and directly changed the subject, "If you want to deal with him, first look at your own strength."

Ye Tong was speechless, watching him walk out of the study.

She gritted her teeth, very unwilling, and chased after him, followed him down the stairs step by step, stepping on the boards to make a crackling sound, and followed behind him like a follower, asking questions non-stop.

"You have this ability, don't you? Are you afraid of him?"

Ye Tong was not afraid of death and said, "Or, you guys have something to do, you are afraid of touching him and you also moved yourself?"

After the words fell, Feng Baiyu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his breath was cold, and anger burst out in his eyes, "Ye Tong, in what capacity are you questioning me?"

Ye Tong was stunned, and was startled to realize that he had overreacted.

His breath approached, his eyes glared at her angrily, "I said, I will deal with it, are you not satisfied?"

"No."

After saying that, Feng Baiyu lost all intention of going downstairs, and went upstairs again.

He didn't know where his sudden anger came from, whether it was because of her suspicion, or because of her random guessing, Ye Tong just wanted to know why Ye Zhen did this.

Knowing that he was angry, Ye Tong simply went downstairs so as not to disturb him.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby with her knees tucked up, her brain was working rapidly, and she kept thinking. The conclusion she came to was the same as before. There was no progress. She was also tired, so she simply went upstairs to rest.

Back in the room, she saw Feng Baiyu lying on the bed, as if she had fallen asleep. She also went to get into the bed, half a body away from him. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, she felt as if she was sleeping under the bed. There was a scalding heat in it.

She was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his forehead. His forehead was scorching hot, his face was as pale as paper, and there was bean-sized sweat oozing from his face. He opened his eyes tiredly and spoke hoarsely.

"What are you doing!"

"You have a fever."

Ye Tong withdrew his hand, hurriedly got out of bed and went downstairs to find medicine for him, and soon returned to the room, and poured another glass of warm water, "I think you have a fever caused by the serious injury, you should take some antipyretics first, This will make you more comfortable."

Feng Baiyu frowned in disgust, "Take it away."

He was still as afraid of taking medicine as before, and the expression on his face was particularly resistant.

"You have a fever, you can't do without medicine." Ye Tong didn't care about his angry appearance at this moment, and continued to persuade him patiently. After all, he was injured because he saved her, and she needs to be responsible for it.

Just like a child, he felt disgusted and resisted when he heard about taking medicine, suppressed his anger, "Ye Tong, I tell you to take it away."

"You have a fever, you can't do without medicine."

Ye Tong treated him like a child making trouble, as if coaxing a child, "Be good, you will be fine after drinking the fever, otherwise high fever will cause trouble."

Originally, the injury was so severe that he should have gone to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment, so it was fine if he didn't go, but he refused to take medicine when he developed a fever.

"Ye Tong!"

He became angry from embarrassment, choked on his saliva because he was too excited, and coughed while speaking, "Do you think... cough cough... I dare not... cough cough... move you... cough...!"

"Yes, you are the uncle, of course you can."

Ye Tong was not afraid of him, and continued to coax, "Even if you want to touch me, you have to take the medicine first and then talk about it later. You drink the medicine obediently, and then you can do whatever you want, okay?"

Seemingly attracted by this sentence, Feng Baiyu squinted his eyes, his face was burning like an idiot, and his face was radiant, "Really, whatever is fine?"

"Yeah, so you take your medicine quickly."

She smiled brightly, mixed antipyretics and some anti-inflammatory medicines, put them in the palm of his hand, half-kneeled beside the bed, and handed warm water to him. He frowned. Put it in your mouth, then flush the medicine down your stomach with a gulp of water.

She lowered her eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye, and her gentle and humble appearance looked especially pleasing to the eye.

"Is it better?"

Ye Tong asked with a smile when he finished drinking in cooperation.

Feng Baiyu rolled his eyes at her for a long time, "Ye Tong, are you an idiot? You treat these as miraculous medicines, and they will be cured after drinking them?"

Ye Tong sticks out her tongue, gets up and prepares to go downstairs to prepare food for him.

Anyway, she is a savior, and she needs to take good care of her. As for revenge, that's another matter.

"Where are you going?"

Seeing her leave, Feng Baiyu let out a low drink.

Ye Tong said, "You haven't eaten all day, so I'll make you some porridge. If you have a fever, you're afraid that your wound will also become inflamed, so you can only eat something light."

"Then sashimi porridge."

"No."

Hearing her refusal, his complexion instantly turned ugly, as if being rejected was such a heinous thing, before he got angry, Ye Tong quickly explained, "Eating fish is not good for inflamed wounds, so you should eat some light food first if you feel wronged." , next time I will boil it for you."

He frowned and said nothing, as if he was exploring her true feelings.

She ignored it, turned around and left downstairs.

The servant knew that Feng Baiyu was injured, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions. Seeing Ye Tong making porridge, she kept asking if she wanted to help, and wanted to rush over to do the work, but Ye Tong refused. She thought Feng Baiyu would do anything She was injured only after saving her, so she should do her best.

After staying up for more than half an hour, she was going to serve it herself, but when she saw him come down wearing a big fluffy white T-shirt and shorts, he looked not in good spirits, but his delicate face was not affected at all, he was still so handsome .

Ye Tong quickly went up to support him, "Why did you get down?"

"I'm not paralyzed!" He sarcastically sarcastically, really venomous.

This man is like this, seemingly calm and indifferent, but in fact he is very childish, poisonous and stingy.

Ye Tong found that this man was really full of shortcomings, his temper was worse than a stinky drain.

"Then sit down first, and I'll bring it out to you."

After saying that, before the man left, he heard him ordering sharply, "Sit down, Aunt Wu, you go."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Wu happily went in and brought it out. Ye Tong sat down next to him in a daze, wondering if he wanted her to rest on purpose.