Dressed as the queen of the sea, I became popular through sand sculptures

"This is... a well-known Chinese medicine doctor in ten miles and eight towns. His surname is Ye, Dr. Ye."

Josh shook hands with the old man in front of him in a daze, "Hello, Doctor Ye."

Fu Xihe saw that the top doctor in the country, who came from a medical family and was hard to find, became a village doctor in Shen Xin's mouth.

He has no idea now, he just wants to know what Shen Xin wants to do.

Doctor Ye beckoned with kind eyes, beckoning Josh to take it easy, "Come and sit, I'll take your pulse, don't worry, I'm optimistic about the chickens and dogs in the village."

Shen Xin: "..." The scene is over.

Fu Xihe: "..." It's no wonder he would make a fuss with Shen Xin.

Josh didn't know what he was facing, so he stretched out his wrist respectfully.

Dr. Ye checked his pulse, observed him again, and asked, "How long has this problem been...?"

Josh: "What's the problem?"

Shen Xin just thought he was embarrassed, and dragged Fu Xihe out, "Speak slowly."

The door closed behind him, and Doctor Ye waited for them to walk away before saying, "That's right, it's a man's problem."

Josh: "???"

Josh was stunned for two seconds before he understood under Dr. Ye's meaningful eyes.

He said in shock, "I'm fine, it's fine."

Dr. Ye: "I know this disease is a bit difficult to talk about, but don't hide your illness from the doctor."

Josh said sincerely: "I'm fine, I'm really fine. I don't shy away from medical treatment, and I don't know why you think I'm sick. Did you find the wrong person? Was it the one just now..."

Dr. Ye: "Ahem, how could I admit the wrong patient."

Josh: "..."

How did this misunderstanding come about?

"I just took the pulse, but I didn't find anything wrong with your body. You are very healthy." Dr. Ye came here this time to recuperate the body of the old man of the Fu family, and was directly invited here by Shen Xin, "I can register for you and go to the capital. Over there, check it carefully again, but sometimes, it is also a psychological factor, have you suffered any trauma?"

"Have."

"Can you say it?"

"Okay." Josh sighed deeply, "It's now."

Doctor Ye: "..."

Josh couldn't prove this, so he could only stare at him.

Doctor Ye was also a little puzzled at this time.

If Shen Xin didn't call him here, he also felt that someone was joking with him.

Josh’s expression didn’t look like a fake.

So what's going on?

Josh rubbed the center of his brows, causing misfortune, "Doctor Ye, my friend is always busy with work, and I don't go to see him because I'm worried that he's sick. Can you feel his pulse?"

Dr. Ye: "Of course."

Fu Xihe and Shen Xin stood in the yard.

"Explain." Fu Xihe somehow became the heir of the farmhouse, so he naturally wanted an explanation.

Shen Xin sneered: "Who am I doing this for? You stole A Wei's name and refused to take it, and you tried your best to fabricate a perfect life experience for you. Are you still not satisfied?"

Fu Xihe: "...then I still need to thank you?"

Shen Xin: "Of course. I fancy some bags, you have to buy them for me."

Fu Xihe: "..."

They didn't talk for long, and Josh dragged him into the private room in a hurry.

Fu Xihe took a few breaths of cool air, "What are you doing?"

Josh: "I'll see a doctor for you."

Fu Xihe: "What?"

Josh pushed him into the private room and said quickly, "It's a man's problem."

Then, under the astonished gaze of the other party, he closed the door with a bang.

In the room, Dr. Ye stared at Fu Xihe.

Dr. Ye: "You read this too?"

Fu Xihe: "..."

This "also" is quite spiritual.

……

"That... I'm sorry." Shen Xin knew she was wrong, and her voice was a little softer, "Who told you not to speak clearly."

Fu Xihe gritted his teeth: "Whether you say it clearly or not, no one will think about it!"

Shen Xin wanted to say something, but Fu Xihe interrupted her: "Except you."

Dr. Ye was invited to the next door, and the three of them changed to a small table. There were not many dishes, but each dish had the unique flavor of the farmhouse.

Josh likes this very much, very warm.

Shen Xin felt wronged and flattened her mouth, "Qiao Qiao..."

After the initial embarrassment passed, Josh calmed down, peeled a shrimp for Shen Xin, and said gently: "Thank you, Auntie, for caring about me. I haven't experienced such an oolong and interesting thing for a long time."

Josh paused, and said nonchalantly, "Brother Xu, don't be so fierce, Auntie is also kind."

Fu Xihe glanced at him.

Josh's unfinished words made him inexplicably concerned.

Fu Xihe stroked the wall of the cup, but didn't ask any further questions.

Shen Xin ate the prawns peeled by Josh, and smiled happily: "It's better to be Qiaoqiao, I must be so happy to have you as my son."

She touched his head tenderly and pitifully, and sighed softly in her heart, probably because she had suffered a lot.

Shen Xin also didn't ask further questions, and continued to run on Fu Xihe: "Look at him, he is so gentle and considerate, what about you?"

Fu Xihe: "I'll buy you a bag."

Shen Xin muttered: "I can buy it myself."

Shen Xin wanted to take this opportunity to ask Josh if he would like to be his godson.

But I was afraid of scaring people.

She thought about it again, in fact, she liked him very much and was willing to help him whether she could do it or not.

More importantly, Fu Xihe didn't know why he rejected this point.

Shen Xin didn't want to really annoy her son, so she gently suppressed this thought.

Josh didn't notice it. After Shen Xin took a few sips of wine, he couldn't notice anything else.

He was originally a drinker, and he needed it for entertainment.

After Josh drank a few glasses boldly, gold stars appeared in front of his eyes.

He suddenly realized that his body was not used to drinking.

Shen Xin waved her hand in front of his eyes, "Qiao Qiao, are you drunk now?"

Josh blinked, his eyes filled with mist, "I'm not drunk, it's pretty good, and I can drink it."

Shen Xin: "Hey, I'm drunk."

Fu Xihe took his wine glass, "Drink some water."

Josh looked at the cup newly brought to him, took a sip, frowned and said, "It's not like this."

Fu Xihe lightly knocked on his forehead amusedly, "Little alcoholic, are you still addicted to drinking?"

Josh reacted half a beat later, "You hit me."

Fu Xihe: "I hit you, how are you?"

Josh thought for a while: "Forgive you, who made you look good."

Fu Xihe was caught off guard and was molested, "..."

Shen Xinle went crazy and rubbed Josh's face: "You are so cute."

At this time, she understood that Fu Xihe refused to abandon the false name of "Xu Wei", so she concealed her identity and dated him.

The Fu family represents too many things, and the people who come and go are no longer pure.

But there is such a person who doesn't care about anything, and only likes you to be your friend.

Shen Xin thought, she just didn't know how angry Josh would be when he found out.

But that's not what she wants to think about.

Whoever gets angry will coax.

Josh was still drunk.

This is homemade wine, which Shen Xin collected from the village.

The aftertaste of the drink was strong, and after the meal was over, Josh was completely dazed and lay quietly on his stomach.

Shen Xin: "There is a room upstairs. You can sleep here tonight. I rent it for two days. He won't have class tomorrow, so I can play with him."

Fu Xihe: "...you're really good at it."

On a whim, Shen Xin ran over to rent a farmhouse, otherwise she couldn't create it out of thin air.

It turned out that the owner's closure notice had been released, so Shen Xin could only call in some other entrustments.

The chef is still the owner's own, so that you can eat authentic farm dishes.

Fu Xihe wanted to help Josh up, but when he touched his shoulder, there was some subtle...sorry.

Shen Xin: "What are you doing? Want to massage his shoulders?"

Fu Xihe shook him, "Josh."

Josh moved, "Well."

Fu Xihe: "It's time to go, can I get up?"

Josh rubbed his forehead, stood up staggeringly, his legs softened and rushed forward.

"Hey!" Shen Xin exclaimed, and then saw Fu Xihe tightly hugging him.

Shen Xin breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll leave them to you to take care of. I'll change my clothes and take off my makeup, and go downstairs to thank them."

Fu Xihe: "You look good, go straight."

Shen Xin: "I'll kill you."

The third to fifth floors are used as hotels.

Fu Xihe supported Josh, found a random room and went in, and closed the door behind his back.

He came in a standard room, which was very clean, which made Fu Xihe feel better.

Fu Xihe took off Josh's coat and shoes, and put him on the bed.

Josh had some senses in a daze.

Lying on the soft bed, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Fu Xihe hadn't completely withdrawn yet, he met his eyes and was startled for a while.

There was a little mist in Josh's eyes, like washed glass beads, and he was looking at himself seriously and intently.

"Why, uncomfortable..."

He paused.

Josh touched his face, rubbed it twice, and looked closer at him, "You are so pretty, do I know you?"

Warm hands kneaded his face, no one had ever treated him like this.

Not disgusted.

My heart felt a little itchy.

Fu Xihe didn't take his hand off: "What do you think?"

Josh thought for a while: “I want to write a song for you.”

Fu Xihe's complexion was subtle: "Little donkey?"

Josh tilted his head: "What is a little donkey?"

Fu Xihe: "Nothing."

Can't remember the best.

Josh did not give up the idea of ​​writing a song for him, and tried hard to think about whether there were any suitable songs for him in his music library.

But after thinking about it, Josh could only remember some "hot and hot" and "cows and sheep on the grassland" repeatedly.

Josh's brain was muddled, and after looking at him in confusion for a while, he said, "I can't remember."

Fu Xihe looked down at him.

He suddenly realized that this posture was not right.

After Josh pinched his face, he hooked his shoulders to stabilize his body, almost nestling in his arms.

It was rare for Josh to be so obedient and docile. Fu Xi and his Adam's apple rolled over, "I'll get you water to wash up, and you go to bed first."

"No." Josh frowned, grabbing his clothes with his fingers, "I must write you a song."

Fu Xihe: "..."

Is this a singer-songwriter romance?

But he also kind of wondered what Josh would write.

Josh sighed: "No, I can't write it now, and I don't feel worthy of you."

Fu Xihe waited for a long time for this to come, and said with a smile: "So you give up?"

Josh: "Well then, you pay a deposit first, and I will contact you when I finish writing."

Fu Xihe: "What is it..."

Before he could finish his words, Fu Xihe's face became hot, and his lips as soft as mochi lightly touched his cheek.

The scorching breath is intertwined, but the faint aroma of wine is so strong that it is intoxicating.

Fu Xihe's mind went blank for an instant.

The author has something to say: mua, good night.