What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 135 Refused to be a "Fu Ge Demon" 03
Wei Qingyang's comfort was truly original. He didn't offer any kind words or tell jokes to ease the atmosphere. He just pulled up a chair and sat next to Fu Shen, speaking seriously...

Let her watch the game.

"Sister, tell me how my operation is, is it good enough?" Wei Qingyang hit the head, and had already forgotten that the one sitting next to him was his cute little sister, not his rough brothers.

"Oh, amazing," Fu Qiao felt dizzy when she saw it. She had only woken up for a few hours, and felt that the drowsiness bug had come to her head again, bit by bit devouring her waking nerves.

She yawned and forced her eyes to look at the screen on Wei Qingyang's phone.Oh, it's just a group of villains fighting, what's the fun.

Under the pretext of studying for her, Wei's father and mother never bought her a mobile phone, and the only TV in the ward that could entertain her was actually broken.

Fu Qiao, who was so bored that she dozed off, finally closed her eyes. As she fell asleep, she slowly leaned to one side, and finally fell on Wei Qingyang's body, causing his hand holding the phone to stop.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Wei Qingyang yelled subconsciously when he heard the weight on his shoulders, and continued to start his big business on the phone.

After a game ended, Wei Qingyang's shoulders finally relaxed, and he paid attention to the round head on his shoulders.

Fu Chang's fluffy hair brushed the side of his neck, and as he turned slightly, it brought a trace of itching.

"Qinghe?" Wei Qingyang called out in a low voice, and after confirming that Fu Che was asleep, he slowly stretched out his hand, supported Fu Che's head, stood up slowly, and placed her on the hospital bed Lie down.

And he himself went to spread out the accompanying chair, lay on it and continued to play the game, but for this game, he turned on the mute.

"1973, I can't sleep," Fu Shu rubbed himself on the bed, turned over slowly, and turned his back to Wei Qingyang.

She woke up when Wei Qingyang just supported her head. She wanted to wait for Wei Qingyang to do something to her, but she didn't expect that man to be so obsessed with games that he didn't even say good night to her.

[Then you want to chat? ]
"But I'm still a little sleepy..." Fu Qi yawned, but he didn't feel sleepy.

1973 thought of a good idea: [Then you might as well take a look at the memory of the client, you can study the formulas and problem-solving ideas in her memory. ]
There is nothing more hypnotic than looking at a problem, and if there is one, it must be a math problem.

"Okay, I hope it's not too difficult, the more you look at me, the more sober you will be."

Ten minutes later, the sound of gentle breathing came from Fu's nose.

...

The next day, Wei Qingyang got up from the accompanying chair in a daze, and just as he opened his sleepy eyes wide, he found that the hospital bed opposite was empty.

And on the chair next to him, a cup of preserved egg and lean pork porridge and two cages of soup dumplings were already set up, emitting a hot aroma.

Did you pay for all this?

Wei Qingyang's obsessive smile rippled on his face. When he woke up in the morning, he could see the breakfast his sister bought for him. What should he do if he suddenly felt so happy?
Now in the hospital, he didn't bother to wash up. He just grabbed a soup bag and stuffed it into his mouth. The soup in it flowed out with the damage of the dough, which made him grin his teeth. He quickly picked up the porridge on hand without even looking at it. Just took a sip.

Fortunately, the porridge was warm.

"Brother, have you finished eating?" Fu Qiao held the quilt in his hand and pointed at the rubbish on the chair in surprise.

There was nothing inside the transparent packaging bag, but Fu Shu could tell from the greasy and shiny oil stains on it that it must be the small soup dumplings she bought.

What's more, there is the preserved egg and lean meat porridge she bought next to it, but the lid and body of the cup have been separated, and the two things are facing each other from a distance through the clinker bag.

"That's right, where did you buy this steamed stuffed bun? It seems quite delicious," Wei Qingyang nodded, slumped on the accompanying chair and touched his slightly protruding belly, "The taste is even better than the one I love the most. , but when I first started eating, it was too hot..."

Hehe, Fu Che couldn't fake a smile anymore.

You are in such a hurry to eat, of course it is hot, otherwise it is not necessarily cold?

"By the way, did you have this for breakfast too?"

Fu Qiao replied without emotion: "Well, it tastes delicious, so I brought it back for my brother."

Fu Qiao was too lazy to pay attention to her tone and attitude, she was afraid that once she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but greet his mother.

It was something she bought for herself, so she went over to get a glass of water, but she didn't expect that the breakfast she had worked so hard to wait in the long queue would enter Wei Qingyang's stomach like this.

Hey!
Wei Qingyang didn't notice Fu Qiao's indifferent attitude, he threw the rubbish into the trash can with a smile on his face, and began to praise: "Sister, you are so kind, you will remember brother when you have something good to eat. Next time brother has something good, I will bring it to you too."

"Okay."

I just hope you don't need my money to buy it when the time comes.

...

Because Fu Che came to the hospital early, he did not go home after staying in the hospital for a full week like the client did. On the third day, after the infusion, Fu Qing went through the discharge procedures with Wei Qingyang and returned home.

"Finally home," Fu Kai sighed, then asked Wei Qingyang with a smile on his face, "Shall we have lunch at home today?"

Wei Qingyang blinked and asked her, "Otherwise?"

He rolled his eyes and said clearly: "What do you want to eat? I can take you to eat."

In the past few days, she was hospitalized, relying on Fu Qiao's continuous display of cuteness, pretending to be cowardly and coquettish, she and Wei Qingyang have greatly improved.

"I want to eat hot pot. I really miss that taste in the hospital." Fu Qiao approached him, put his hands on Wei Qingyang's arms, and asked slyly, "Brother is so nice, he will definitely not refuse me, right?" ?”

"But you've just been discharged from the hospital," Wei Qingyang patted her head, messing Fu Che's shoulder-length hair into a mess.

I can't help feeling sorry: She should have tied her hair into a double ponytail today.

The client was not taken seriously at home, and he bought less clothes than Wei Qingyang, usually just one set of regular clothes and two sets of school uniforms.Today, Fu Qiao is wearing a school-specific imitation Japanese school uniform. The upper body is a suit style, and the lower body is a knee-length plaid skirt, which is somewhat similar to the heroine in the Japanese manga.

It's just a pity that the double ponytails are missing.

Seeing that he was very interested in his hair, Fu Che seduced him: "Brother, help me tie my hair, and after we tie it up, let's go eat hot pot. I really miss it so much!"

"You really think so?" Wei Qingyang raised his eyebrows and asked, with disbelief evident on his face.

"Of course, I really want to go to eat hot pot with my brother." Fu Qi lowered his hand on his arm, turned his back to him and said in frustration: "Brother, just say whether to go or not, don't say anything in a few days went."

"Mom and Dad will definitely not let me eat when they come back in a few days."

Wei Qingyang succeeded in pleasing Wei Qingyang. He took Fu Che's arm, took off the black hair band on her wrist, and combed it with his fingers, and tied her hair up.

After a double ponytail was formed, Wei Qingyang patted her on the head, "When can I say no more? Let's go, there will be a long queue later."

"Thank you, brother, you are so kind!"

"Grumpy."

(End of this chapter)