Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

"Auntie, I'll change it myself. We tend to get sleepy when working the night shift and accidentally spilled the coffee." Guo An followed the cleaning instructions.

"Here I go, I'll wash it right away." Auntie was about to go upstairs again.

"No, I've already changed it. Auntie, I accidentally spread it myself. Next time I see it, you can just take it away for me." Guo An didn't know if anyone else besides Auntie had noticed the sofa.

Auntie smiled: "Okay."

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In Beicheng, Rong Yan saw the video sent by her daughter after getting up. It was raining heavily in Tiancheng.

The daughter left a message asking her mother if there was thunder in Beicheng and whether her mother was afraid. They did not call because they were worried that her mother would not get up and wake her up.

"Fu Jingsheng, there's a thunderstorm in Tiancheng. I remember that Yun Ting is afraid of thunder. I'll make a video call." Rong Yan immediately dialed her son's number.

Fu Yunting was playing with his brother in the amusement park when he heard his watch ring. He pressed the answer button: "Mom."

Rong Yan heard the playing sounds on the other end: "Son, you weren't scared by thunder today."

"Mom, my brother is scared and crying. He is crying to find his father." Fu Yunlei answered on behalf of Fu Yunting.

The little boy with a small face glared at his brother and muttered: "I'm not afraid, and I didn't cry. I had a nightmare, and I cried in my dream."

Rong Yan could tell whether her son was telling lies, but she didn't expose it. Instead, she said, "Yun Ting is definitely not afraid. He just had a nightmare."

"Look, dad is still needed at critical moments. You will feel safe knowing that dad is by your side." Fu Jingsheng finally heard his son mention his dad and happily came over.

"No, I'm not afraid. I was dreaming about my father." Fu Yunting denied.

Fu Jingsheng rolled his eyes and built the steps himself, but his son didn't let him down. OK, the father's love disappeared and he moved away from the camera.

"You guys go play, dad and I will go home tomorrow." Rong Yan saw the children playing enthusiastically and hung up the phone in time.

Fu Jingsheng leaned on the dressing table and became angry again.

"Mr. Fu, what are you doing?" Rong Yan pushed the man's shoulder, "You are jealous every day. The situation is getting smaller."

Fu Jingsheng pulled his lips: "The whole family loves you. Of course you said so. Do you realize that no one cares about you? After all, my two sons were brought up by my shit..."

Rong Yan's ears were about to get calloused, so she covered her husband's mouth: "Men don't want to talk about it. They just feel that they are too close to you, so close that they don't need to be polite. That's a sign of love for you."

Fu Jingsheng snorted, it would be strange if he believed it.

But the next second, the man smiled evilly and hugged his wife: "A son pays his debt to his mother. I didn't do anything to you last night, but you can pay it today."

Fortunately, Rong Yan was prepared. She took out the love heart she folded last night from her pocket: "Hey, I folded it with my own hands after you fell asleep. I will give you my heart as compensation. I love you the most."

Fu Jingsheng took the love, looked at it, and then put it in his pocket: "Whoever wants to do this, I want your flesh... to pay for it."

Is this man allergic to romance? She is a handicapped person. It's not easy to find love, but she actually said she didn't want it.

"Don't put it in your pocket, give it back to me." Rong Yan went to take it out, and her hand was held by Fu Jingsheng.

"Yes, but I want something else more. I don't care. I'm hurt and I need comfort." Fu Jingsheng pulled Rong Yan tightly.

She pointed to Fu Jingsheng: "You won't feel at ease if it's not worn out, right?"

Fu Jingsheng is definitely not broken, and he will have to see a doctor as soon as he returns to Tiancheng. He may not be able to live as a couple while taking medicine, and he will have a good rest then.

But he didn't tell Rong Yan that he had made another doctor's appointment, and this time he was recovering from addiction.

Rong Yan used to read novels where the authors wrote about male and female protagonists every day for several years. She still didn't believe it, but now she is convinced.

If Fu Jingsheng wasn't worried about his health, once a day wouldn't be enough.

"Don't worry, do you think so?" Fu Jingsheng asked his wife warmly.

Rong Yan did not deny it: "I think, I'll go crazy while I'm young, because I'm afraid my body won't be able to bear it."

Fu Jingsheng patted his thigh: "Sit down and talk for a while."

We didn’t chat for a while and went to bed.

Rong Yan was below, and Fu Jingsheng lay on top of her. He opened the bangs covering his forehead with his fingers and admired the woman's face.

"Rong Yan, when I saw Zou Yuan and the others quarreling like that in the courtyard, I thought of you. You have never lost your composure in front of outsiders. I swore at that time that I would treat you twice as well in the future." Fu Jingsheng said what was in his heart.

Rong Yan smiled and touched his head: "I know, then let's promise together that no matter how angry we are, we won't quarrel in front of outsiders, and we won't allow innocent people to disappear and make the other party anxious."

This is what Fu Jingsheng wanted to say, and he agreed with both hands.

"Okay." The man responded softly.

"Rong Yan, sometimes I'm afraid that you think I'm abnormal, but when I'm next to you, I can't help but have random thoughts. No, even if I don't want to, my body will react. You are a psychiatrist. Do you think this is a disease?" Fu Jingsheng I mustered up the courage to ask.

"You said sex addiction?" Rong Yan knew this term, she smiled, "Don't think too much, how is it possible? You don't qualify."

"Really?" Fu Jingsheng didn't know if his wife was comforting him.

"Well, I'm doing this, do you know? Besides, when I write books, most of them are about the male and female protagonists every day. People say it lasts for several years, but we only have it for half a year." Rong Yan has never worried that their high frequency is a psychological problem. .

The stone on Fu Jingsheng's heart suddenly fell to the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "If a famous psychiatrist like you says that there is nothing wrong with me, then I must be fine. Hey, I shouldn't consult online. It makes me look like I have no problem." Medicine can save the day."

Rong Yan sat up: "Online consultation, Fu Jingsheng, you won't need to see a doctor again, will you?"

Fu Jingsheng smiled and touched his nose: "Almost."

"Good guy, are you having a fight with the hospital? From now on, you are not allowed to go to those places without my permission. Good people will get into trouble. You dare to consult online. If you don't say you have a problem, how can they make money?" Rong Yan poked. He poked Fu Jingsheng in the heart, "If you are stupid and have a lot of money, your wife is a psychiatrist. Don't ask if you are ready."

The man clasped his hands together and begged for mercy: "My wife is teaching you that I know I was wrong, so don't criticize me, and don't disturb our enjoyment because of this, okay?"

"You are so beautiful today. This goose yellow dress suits you very well. Your whole body is shining. I am afraid that you will be noticed by other men." Fu Jingsheng praised.

Rong Yan seemed to believe it but not believe it.

"Wife, I love you so much." After praising his wife, Fu Jingsheng confessed again.

Rong Yan hooked her husband's neck: "Me too, you are doing well. These six months have been the happiest in my life. Thank you."

"Don't say thank you." Fu Jingsheng blocked her lips.

Rong Yan stuck out her tongue and responded, her heavy breathing covering up the chirping of cicadas outside the window.

After her lips were numb from the kiss, Fu Jingsheng moved away from her body and stroked the woman's belly with his hand, "Rong Yan, I'm going to start."