Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Fang Fei's rainbow fart made Fu Jingchuan full of motivation. After cutting the bushes, he also trimmed the ornamental trees and flowers in the yard.

After finishing the physical work, Fu Jingchuan's appetite increased greatly and he even ate an extra bowl of rice.

Fu Jingchuan's appetite has never been large, and it was even reduced by half after he fell ill. After Fang Fei was injured, he was even more hungry and full, and he never had a good meal.

He ate quite a lot tonight, which made Fang Fei and Aunt Juan happy. The three of them sat at the dinner table and chatted for a long time before going back to their houses to rest.

Back in the bedroom, Fang Fei went to the storage cabinet to get bath towels and pajamas, and asked Fu Jingchuan who would wash them first.

Fu Jingchuan walked up behind Fang Fei and hugged her: "Together."

Fang Fei was a little silent. Just when she was about to say something, Fu Jingchuan said again: "I won't touch you."

Fang Fei's face turned red.

That aspect of the two had stopped since she was injured.

When Fu Jingchuan was hospitalized, she slept in the bed with him, so she didn't feel his thoughts. However, when they slept together at home, she felt his suffering.

She suggested sleeping separately, but he just loved to stick to her and wouldn't listen to her advice.

Now that he proposes to wash together, his meaning is clear.

Her wound is almost healed. If the range of movement and strength are smaller, there should be no problem.

She took another bath towel and men's pajamas from the storage cabinet, said "Okay" with her back to Fu Jingchuan, and walked towards the bathroom.

It had been a long time since they had been honest with each other, and Fang Fei was inexplicably shy. In addition, the wound on her abdomen was like a winding centipede, which made her look quite ugly. She felt a little inferior and kept her head down.

Fu Jingchuan saw that she was very concerned about the wound on her abdomen, and gently rubbed it with her fingers: "Does it still hurt?"

Fang Fei shook her head: "It will hurt if you use a lot of force."

"Don't feel too uncomfortable. Keep applying scar removal cream and the scars will dissipate. You can also do cosmetic surgery to make the scars look better."

Fang Fei raised her head and looked at Fu Jingchuan and smiled: "I don't feel bad. Anyway, it's covered by clothes and no one else can see it. As long as you are the only one who can see it, you don't mind, that's fine."

"I don't mind. It's not too late for me to feel distressed." Fu Jingchuan squeezed out the shower gel and put it in the palm of his hand. He added water to make a lather and applied it on Fang Fei's back. "Your wound is still healing. Washing it for too long is not conducive to the recovery of the wound. I'll wash you first, and you can go out first."

Fang Fei was a little stunned.

He...has no other ideas...?

She didn't ask, after all, she was never very proactive in this regard.

Fu Jingchuan helped her wash her hair again, wiped away the water stains and wrapped her tightly in a bath towel. He also used a hair dryer to dry the roots of her hair before letting her go out.

Fu Jingchuan stayed in the bathroom for a long time, while Fang Fei searched for news about international design competitions on her mobile phone.

The finals were held yesterday, and the winning entries are being announced.

She looked at them one by one and found that except for two stunning works, the others were average.

If she could go, she would be one of the winners.

Unfortunately, no if.

Maybe it’s because life cannot be perfect and we often have regrets that we have expectations.

She also looks forward to having everything go smoothly the next time she has the opportunity to stand on the international stage.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Fang Fei put down her phone and said pointedly: "You usually take a shower very quickly, why did it take you so long today?"

Fu Jingchuan coughed softly: "It's okay."

His eyes glanced around guiltily, not daring to land on Fang Fei's face.

Fang Fei saw Fu Jingchuan's guilty conscience, but pretended not to notice and patted the pillow deliberately: "Husband, you must be very tired from pruning today. Come here quickly."

Fu Jingchuan walked over with a smile and pinched her nose: "Why are you willing to call me husband today?"

"Don't like it? Then I won't bark anymore."

"I like it. It's best to bark more often."

Fang Fei narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Okay, when I go to Yike, I will call you husband when I see you from a distance. When we have different opinions during the meeting, I will also call you husband, so that you can be accommodating."

Fu Jingchuan nodded: "That's best. You are already the boss's wife. There is nothing wrong with calling me husband."

The two bickered, and then Fu Jingchuan went to bed, and Fang Fei leaned into his arms tacitly: "By the way, are Fang You going through the process?"

This was the first time that Fang Fei mentioned this matter. Fu Jingchuan replied with some seriousness and caution: "Well, I'm re-evaluating Fang You's mental illness, but don't worry, I have found witnesses who can accuse her of pretending to be ill." , even if she was really sick, she would not be able to recover completely."

Fang Fei nodded: "I'm not worried, I even feel relaxed. Maybe it's because I was too poor when I was a child and received too many looks and cold treatment. I never like to owe people. No matter how poor I am, I still have to be poor with backbone. Even now, I always can't help but calculate whether I did a good job in a certain relationship and caused the other party to suffer.

"This balance that we have worked hard to maintain was completely out of balance when Fang You was violated. But now that she has hurt me, I don't owe her any more."

Fu Jingchuan looked at her distressedly: "You are so stupid."

"Maybe. Although I almost died, my guilt has been completely eliminated, and I can live an easy life again in the future."