Being His Little Fox

Then, the smiling man in front of him disappeared little by little.

She desperately shouted not to go, not to go.

But he didn't seem to hear, he was gone.

"Don't...!"

The woman sat up abruptly from the bed, the genius just faintly outside.

Take a look at the time, seven o'clock.

His forehead was cold and sweaty, and his heart was still beating wildly.

For the first time, Song Yi opened the quilt and ran downstairs.

Fu Jingsheng seemed to stay up all night, standing in front of the instrument table, adjusting the medicine and observing the data.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and saw the woman at the top of the stairs.

"Sister, get up so early?"

"I'm still thinking about another 10 minutes, I will prepare breakfast for you."

His face is smiling, but his voice is a little hoarse.

For Tang Si's condition, he did endure a month or two.

He knew well that the longer the medicine stays in Tang Si's body, the less likely it is to be cured.

Seeing Fu Jingsheng's relatively calm face, Song Yi's heart dropped slightly.

She sorted out her emotions: "Where is Tang Si? Can I visit him now?"

"Yes." Fu Jingsheng's tone slowly faded: "He is inside. He may wake up after a while. You can sit with him and talk to him."

Tang Si did survive the long night.

Fu Jingsheng bandaged the wound on his wrist.

It is very deep, it will leave scars, and it will not be better.

The handcuffs are really stuck in the flesh, it is hard to imagine how painful he would struggle to be like that.

Such a bet, the bet was won.

Inside the room, the window screens fluttered with the wind blowing outside.

The man was lying on the bed with a sickly face, especially haggard.

She walked in step by step and saw his wrist wrapped in gauze.

Check it out, so does the ankle.

Song Yi didn't dare to take his hand.

Guessed that the wound must have been strangled.

She sat quietly by the bed for a long time, without saying a word, just looking at him that way.

It seemed that she was telling him with actions silently that she was there.

"Sister, take the medicine." Fu Jingsheng suddenly appeared at the door.

"I will check your baby's condition after taking the medicine."

Song Yi raised his eyes: "You are not a gynecologist."

"Ah." Fu Jingsheng shrugged indifferently and said, "A new student."

"Am I your guinea pig?"

Fu Jingsheng: "If you can say that, I learned this specifically for you. I am still worried about the safety of my nephew."

He took the medicine and walked to Song Yi: "Drink it."

Looking at Song Yi drink, Fu Jingsheng explained: "Brother-in-law will wake up, you don't have to sit here for too long, and you can't be too tired."

"He doesn't need to be stared at."

Song Yi raised his eyes: "I think the first person he saw when he woke up was me, not the empty side of the bed."

Fu Jingsheng smiled: "People say that there is no filial son before the bed for a long time. What are you?"

"Take his son to guard his dad?"

Song Yi glared at him.

He laughed: "It's okay. He's used to it all by himself. I'll call you when I wake up. Don't break your body."

Song Yi: "But he is not alone now."

"I had a dream."

Song Yi Yanyu trembled: "Dreaming that he is gone, he said goodbye to me."

Fu Jingsheng: "Then you were scared to wake up."

She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Jingsheng with some surprise.

Fu Jingsheng explained: "I knew you were awakened by the scare when you came downstairs like that."

"Very easy to guess."

Fu Jingsheng said, "You can stay with him. Then you can dress up. He woke up like you and thought I didn't take care of you."

"I will check your health first."

"Great."

...

After checking the body, make sure that the child in the belly is safe.

During this period Song father and Song mother called and asked them why they didn't go home.

Song Yi explained that he lives in a friend's house and greets them when he returns home.

Tang Si had never told anyone about this disease.

Until dusk, until the sun gradually goes down.

The man on the bed seemed to show no signs of waking up.

During this period, Chu Ju came to see his mother.

She asked Fu Jingsheng: "I called you last night and asked about the situation. I was so upset because of them?"

"Have I ever been in a happy mood?" Fu Jingsheng replied with a smile: "I am irritable."

"It's just because when you called me, I was debugging the medicine. I don't like being disturbed."

Chu Ju tilted her head and looked at the door of the room: "Will you wake up?"

"definitely will."

Fu Jingsheng held the coffee in his hand and took a sip: "Maybe because he is too tired and wants to lie down for a while."

"He has been too tired all his life."

He tilted his head and looked at Chu Ju: "Let's go, let's go for a walk, don't disturb the family of three."

"I treat you to dinner."

"Just because you don't want to disturb me, so invite me to dinner?"

Fu Jingsheng licked his lips and chuckled, "Otherwise? Is it because you covet your beauty?"

Chu Ju replied coldly: "Am I out of money? I want you to ask?"

After speaking, she turned and left.

Fu Jingsheng: "..."

Okay, then he alone, smash a string, and drink a little beer.

...

Song Yi felt that Tang Si might have something to eat when he woke up, so he got up to prepare some food.

The man on the bed moved at this moment.

The voice was very slight, or even no sound, but not knowing why, she suddenly looked back.

Turning around for a moment, the man happened to open his eyes slowly.

Suddenly, a surprise and complicated mood spread in my heart. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say for a while.

She just smiled.

The man's lips moved, and his words were so quiet.

She couldn't hear the little one.

Song Yi leaned down, with his ears on his lips: "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly, so say it again."

The man breathed warmly and slowly, and he could hear him taking a breath.

The gasp is in my ears.

Live, with warmth.

While preoccupied with listening to what he said, the man kissed her earlobe.

The feeling of numbness and shock made her straighten up instantly.

Somewhat shocked he looked at the man lying on the bed.

He pulled away a smile with difficulty, and the smile was dyed with peach blossom eyes, adding a touch of spring charm to his pale face.

It's just that the charm is sickly.

"The first sentence is, it's nice to see you still."

Tang Si's voice was hoarse: "Now, it's nice to be able to kiss you."

Yesterday’s pain screamed and hurt my throat.

But the hoarse voice is not unpleasant.

On the contrary, it has a bit of charm, **** and tight.

Tang Si was flirting, Song Yi really didn't have that thought.

"I don't feel any pain? I'll call Fu Jingsheng over."

"What do you want to eat?"

"I'm fine." Tang Si closed his eyes and seemed very tired: "I don't want to eat."

I may not have any appetite when I just woke up.

Song Yi didn't force him.

"Not called Fu Jingsheng."

Tang Si opened his eyes: "You sit with me for a while."

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him.

The expression on her face was quite solemn, she always felt that Tang Si couldn't help the wind now, and the wind could fall.

Looking at him is like looking at a fragile ceramic doll.

Tang Si said, "You lean over and let me see."

Her eyes were red and swollen, Tang Si thought, she must have cried for a long time last night.

Hey……

"..." She frowned slightly and pursed her lips.

what's happenin?

Have a sickness that affects your eyesight? Can't you see her clearly?

She raised her heart, and she had to ask Fu Jingsheng later to see if there were any side effects.

She leaned over towards Tang Si slightly.

The man raised his hand with difficulty, and with such a move, the wound was particularly painful.

He just frowned slightly, fleeting.

A big hand stroked her cheek.

She was slightly stunned, and she didn't have to resist, and she didn't dare to move his hand for fear of hurting the wound.

Song Yi looked at him closely and smiled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Can you see me clearly?" Song Yi asked him, "Is my eyesight OK?"

She leaned closer: "Can you see it clearly?"

He laughed again: "What do you think?"

His big hand lifted the corner of her mouth slightly.

A hoarse voice entrained in favor: "I just want to take a closer look, my newlywed wife, why is my face frowning?"

"The goblin laughs, it's best to watch it."

Song Yi was really amused by him.

The worry in my heart was also slightly dispelled.

The humor of the old man is not limited to any place.

His charm of inner peace lies in any state of him.

As long as one condition is that he can speak.

"Tang Si." Song Yi called him, not knowing why he called him because he wanted to call him by name anyway.

I have never felt that happiness is like this.

You call him, he will answer you, this is happiness.

"Huh?" Tang Si lowered his hand: "My husband won't scream anymore."

He looked at her: "What about your sweet words, little girl."

Song Yi was speechless for a while, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was faint.

"Your husband wants to listen." Tang Si said again: "You say a few more words."

Song Yi said a lot and praised him.

Tang Si smiled, listened and fell asleep.

Breathing smoothly and emotionally stable.

Song Yi was going to talk to Fu Jingsheng about the situation.

As soon as I got up to go out, I heard the man whispering in a dream.

He said: "Don't always cry when I can't do anything."

"I can't hold and comfort you, just thinking about it, I feel my heart hurts..."

Song Yi was stunned, and touched his eyes.

Looking at the man with his eyes closed.

Suddenly smiled.

It seems that she does cry a bit.

Well, I have never found myself crying so much before.

Even if a business collapsed, even if it was squeezed by an opponent, she didn't feel aggrieved, nor did she feel any cry.

"You have been safe and well, I will definitely not cry, husband."

...

A week later, early April.

In a blink of an eye, March passed.

Tang Si's body is getting better every day, and he doesn't live in Song's house anymore.

Instead, he moved into a new villa.

Everything in it was arranged by the two of them personally.

The two people don't know who takes care of whom.

One to take care of the sick and the other to take care of pregnant women.

Everyone feels that the other party is a ceramic, so weak.

Tang Si was a little speechless.

"I'm a man." He took the mop in Song Yi's hand: "Don't do these housework all the time. I will treat the condition. I am not disabled."

"Oh." Song Yi was calm: "But you may not be able to beat me now."

She squeezed her fist and shook it in front of Tang Si, "You can't catch my move."

Tang Si chuckled.

"Who is going to take your move?"

"You want to hit me, don't I just rub on the ground with you at any time?"

Song Yi thought for a while, it seemed that the truth of the matter was indeed the case.

Plum blossoms are really planted outside the yard.

But when it is not blooming, the tree does not look very beautiful.

Song Yi thought: "Or else plant something else, the one that is evergreen in all seasons."

Tang Si: "Anything."

"You go to rest, we don't do any housework, just ask the nanny to come over."

She turned around to go upstairs, and was pulled by Tang Si to sit on the sofa.

"I feel the little baby in my baby's belly."

She was sitting on the sofa and he squatted in front of her.

Feel it and listen.

Song Yi was a little funny: "Can you hear something?"

He raised his eyes: "It sounds like you are hungry."

Song Yi: "..."

She eats a lot of things all day, all kinds of nutrients, all kinds of supplements.

If you can't finish it, most of them are for Tang Si.

But I am always hungry after a while.

Tang Si just followed Song Yi to eat like that...

Song Yi is not very fat, but Tang Si has gained weight.

Fu Jingsheng thought it was amazing.

"No, I said, according to your condition, you should be thin. Why are you still gaining weight?"

"Can you eat less?" Fu Jingsheng: "You influence me to detect your body data like this. Your weight changes all the time. The dose of my medicine is not good."

"Forget it, if you really become a greasy old man, do you think my sister kicked you?"

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