Chasing Husband Diary

The two were at a stalemate, and suddenly, there was a faint coughing sound in the room.

They rushed in one after the other.

"Feather float!"

"elder brother!"

Yu Fu struggled to open his eyes, the light coming in from outside was a bit harsh, making him uncomfortable for a while.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and sat up with difficulty.

"Are you okay?" Yinyue sat down beside him, and asked softly and caringly, her tone was as gentle as water, and she was a different person from when she questioned Mo Che Xingshi at the door.

Yufu was dizzy and not very bright, it took him a while to realize what he asked, shook his head, and nodded again.

Yinyue helped him to sit up, and he leaned into his arms, finding a comfortable position to lean on, with skillful movements, as if he had done it countless times.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Yinyue asked with concern.

Yu Fu couldn't tell, he was not feeling well all over, he was sore and sore, his hands and feet were weak, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

He thought for a while, took Yinyue's hand and put it on his waist, frowned, and muttered softly, "Back hurts."

Yinyue was slightly stunned, she put her hands on his waist and kneaded gently.

With his eyes closed, he moaned and moaned under the pressure. His voice was soft and soft, like a cat's paw scratching at the tip of a person's heart. It was very tickling and provocative.

Mo Che remembered Tianhou's words in his heart, he didn't dare to get too close, and stood far away.

He saw Yu Fu relying on that person so much, in other people's arms, unconsciously being intimate, softly acting like a baby, he was about to go crazy with jealousy, he clenched his hands into fists, pinched the blood out of his palms, and followed the palm lines meandering down.

He didn't feel the pain at all, he stared at Yinyue's hand on Yufu's waist, his gaze was like a torch, wishing he could rush over and fold that hand.

He saw everything in his eyes, and he was going crazy with jealousy.

Yu Fu slowed down for a while, and then he noticed that there was a third person in the room. He glanced at that person several times, and tried to recall it, but he was really unfamiliar and had no impression.

"Who is this son?" He turned his head to look at Yinyue and asked suspiciously.

He just woke up, but he was still dizzy, his eyes were moist, and his misty eyes were full of innocence, as if he could see through people's hearts, so people couldn't bear to say words that lied to him, lest they would make these eyes sad.

Yinyue thought for a while and replied, "A person who seeks medical advice."

Yu Fu suddenly realized and nodded, smiled at Mo Che, and said softly, "I'm really sorry, I'm always in poor health, and I've been bedridden recently, so don't blame me for being negligent."

He looked at Mo Che for a few more times, and said hesitantly, "I see this young man has a rosy complexion, and he doesn't look like someone with a disease."

Yinyue gave Mo Che a warning look.

"It's not me, it's the family members." Mo Che hesitated again and again, thinking about Yu Fu's safety, he didn't tell the truth.

Yufu forgot about him again.

One night of spring night, the smoke disappeared.

Speaking of which, Yu Fu is no wonder for this matter. During the few days when Mo Che returned to the sky, Yinyue learned everything from the book boy, and stayed by Yu Fu's bed every step of the way. Seeing him having nightmares every night, secretly prying into his memory, Witnessing everything between him and Mo Che, he was trembling with anger, so he cast a spell to erase his memory, replacing the protagonist in his memory with himself.

In other words, even if Yu Fu remembered something, he would still think that the person who turned upside down with him was Yinyue, and he did not remember Mo Che.

Mo Che stared at Yu Fu closely, trying to see something from his face, but he was still disappointed.

The book boy woke up, ran in in a daze, looked at each other, saw Yu Fu woke up, burst into tears, rushed over and knelt by his bed, pulled his quilt, and wailed loudly, "Woo Woohoo! Young master, you finally woke up, you scared me to death, if you don't wake up again, I plan to go down to accompany you."

Yufu laughed.

Yinyue patted him on the head, and reprimanded lightly, "What nonsense are you talking about, there is no one on your mouth, what is dead or alive, your son has just woken up, so don't say anything unlucky."

The book boy quickly covered his mouth and nodded his head like pounding garlic.

Mo Che stood aside in embarrassment, unable to interrupt, as if they were a happy family of three together.

Yinyue glanced at him, and said to the book boy, "Little boy, take this young master to the side room to rest first, and then consult him when Yu Fu is better."

After a while, he acted like a hostess.

Mo Che's breath was stuck in his chest, he couldn't get up, he couldn't get down, like a stick in his throat, he was very angry.

"It's okay," Yu Fu said and was about to get out of bed, "I'm fine now, I can consult a doctor for you first, and you can describe the symptoms to me carefully."

"No!" The two said in unison.

Yufu was stunned.

Yinyue said, "You're not in good health yet, so you can't get out of bed. I don't allow you to make fun of your body. You promised me, don't mess around."

"But for sick people, if they delay a little longer, they will be in more danger." Yu Fu retorted weakly.

"No," Mo Che said in a low voice, "I have been sick for many years, I have been sick for a long time, I just asked for medicine in many ways, but found nothing, and I have heard for a long time that Dr. Yu has rejuvenated his hands and has superb medical skills, so I took the liberty to visit. Since the genius doctor is not feeling well, then Take a good rest, and it won't be too late to watch after you recover your body."

The two persuaded together, Yu Fu finally listened, and lay back on the bed.

The book boy walked up to Mo Che and said angrily, "Young master, come out with me."

Mo Che pursed his thin lips tightly, took several deep glances at Yu Fu, and reluctantly left this place.

His existence is a threat to Yufu.

After he left, the dullness on Yu Fu's chest dissipated instantly, and he felt much better immediately.

"Are you hungry?" Yinyue lowered her head and asked with concern, "Do you want to eat?"

Yu Fu shook his head lightly, "I have no appetite."

He closed his eyes, but a frame of images flashed before his eyes, like a horse watching flowers, the dim cave, the flickering fire, and the entangled figures made him blush.

The scary thing is that the protagonists of those pictures are always him and another person whose face cannot be seen clearly.

He opened his eyes suddenly, breathing heavily.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Yinyue lowered her head, touched his forehead with her forehead, and said in a low voice, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever anymore. Take a good rest and you'll be fine soon. But you, these days, You are not allowed to go anywhere, and you are not allowed to get out of bed without my permission."

He was very close, almost whispering against Yufu's lips, the tips of their noses touched each other, intimate, their fiery breaths were intricately intertwined, like threads that were entangled and inextricable .

Yu Fu was a little shy, with reddened eyes, hurriedly looked away, and turned his face to the other side.

Yinyue smiled lowly in his ear, and said narrowly, "You and I are husband and wife, and I will be responsible to you in the future. You don't have to be so reserved in front of me."

Yu Fu opened his eyes wide in surprise, and asked stammeringly, "Is it true yesterday and last night? Am I not dreaming?"

Yinyue chuckled, "Of course not, it's just that you were poisoned by love flowers at that time, and it was at stake. I did that to you, it was really helpless, I had to do it, you won't blame me, right?"

Yu Fu bit his lower lip, but didn't speak, the face of the person in his mind became clearer and gradually merged with the face of the person in front of him.

He believed everything Silver Moon said.

Yinyue kissed him lightly between the eyebrows, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

He shrank into the quilt, covered half of his face, and said in a low voice, "I don't blame you, you are doing it for my own good."

There are some things that he sees clearly, and he doesn't care that much. He has been with his senior brother for so many years, and the relationship between the two has long been no longer an ordinary friendship.