My wife can't be this cute!

"Mom, what are you thinking?" Song Xiaoke said in a tone of speechless and incomprehensible.

"What's the matter? Can you have a little fellowship? You are still a doctor, why are you so cold-blooded?" Mother Song's accusations came from the other end of the phone.

"No, why am I cold-blooded? Is it appropriate for you to let me take care of him with a third-level disability?" Song Xiaoke started to hurt himself in a hurry.

This is also the truth, Song Xiaoke either orders takeaway or eats instant noodles every day, he can't take care of himself, so why not take care of others?

Besides, "He just sprained his foot, and his hand is still intact. Why can't he take care of himself?"

"No matter how bad it is, he can still hire a nurse. It's not that he doesn't have money."

"Besides, my place is only this big, how can I sleep in one room?"

Song Xiaoke said a lot, anyway, the meaning of resistance is very obvious.

Mother Song is obviously unreasonable, she doesn't care so much, anyway: "Take care of me casually, there are only two people in a room, oh boy, it's only half a month, people are probably coming soon." After finishing speaking, the phone call just hung up.

"Hello? Hello? Mom!" Song Xiaoke looked at the black screen of the phone, and immediately called back.

But Mother Song had already turned off the phone and couldn't get through.

Fuck, Song Xiaoke was so aggrieved that he wanted to smash his phone.

What's the matter!Song Xiaoke sat on the sofa angrily.

After calming down for a while, he bit his lip and opened WeChat, and turned to Fu Ziwei's dialog box.

Originally, both of them blocked and deleted a dragon, but due to various reasons later, it was added back.

Song Xiaoke clicked on the dialog box, thinking about what excuses he would use to reject Fu Ziwei, so that he would have a little self-awareness, so don't come here.

But Song Xiaoke didn't think about what to say, but Fu Ziwei's message was sent first.

Black belly: I have arrived at your door, can you open the door?

Song Xiaoke felt helpless for a while, and finally had to get up and open the door.

Opening the door, Fu Ziwei appeared in front of him, wearing casual clothes, looking young.

With a schoolbag on his back and a suitcase in his hand, it looked like he was really planning to come and stay.

Before Song Xiaoke could say anything, he saw Fu Ziwei pulling the suitcase and dragging it into the house.

When he moved like this, Song Xiaoke saw the plaster cast on his calf.

Song Xiaoke had actually heard about Fu Ziwei's injury.

It is said that a family member came to the nurse's stand to make a fuss, and Fu Ziwei acted bravely, so he broke his leg.

Fortunately, it was the legs. If those precious hands were injured, they would never be able to be on the operating table in this life.

Ever since Fu Ziwei knew that he was Song Baobao when he was a child, he ran to his department every three days, trying to find a sense of presence.

But since he broke his leg, he can't come.

On the contrary, Song Xiaoke was happy and leisurely.

But now it's better, people live directly in their own homes, don't they have to meet every day.

Song Xiaoke even suspected that Fu Ziwei did it on purpose.

He originally wanted to drive the other party away when he was at the door, but after seeing that the other party's leg was really limp, he couldn't say some words.

He just looked at Fu Ziwei like this, and dragged his suitcase into his house with limited mobility.

"Where do I live?" Fu Ziwei turned around and asked.

Song Xiaoke looked up at him and said, "Ah, I only have one bedroom here."

The light in Fu Ziwei's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and he asked tentatively, "Then we..."

Before Fu Ziwei finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Xiaoke, he said: "How about I book you a hotel, a five-star hotel, and you don't care about the food, it must be more comfortable than living here, you Seeing that I can’t do anything right, and there’s only one room, it’s too small, I’ve wronged you.”

After Song Xiaoke finished speaking, he gave himself a thumbs up.

It was perfect, polite and served its purpose.

But within a minute, Song Xiaoke realized that he was wrong.

Because of Fu Ziwei in front of him, his whole person became dimmed.

Yes, it is dim.

Obviously, there is no spirit in the eyes.

He drooped his eyelashes, smiled when he lifted them up again, and then said empathetically, "It's okay, I'll make it myself, please excuse me." Then he pulled the suitcase and walked towards the door.

To be honest, Fu Ziwei would look pitiful.

Although he is tall and big, he has a lame leg after all, which makes him unable to move around, and he is dragging a suitcase in his hand.

What's more, although he has a smile on his face, he always feels very bitter.

Song Xiaoke felt that he was not feeling well.

As if he had done something evil.

He pursed his lips and looked at Fu Ziwei's back.

Just when he walked to the door with difficulty and put his hand on the doorknob to open the door and go out, Song Xiaoke finally made a move.

He suddenly rushed forward and snatched Fu Ziwei's suitcase.

Under Fu Ziwei's surprised eyes, Song Xiaoke explained aloud: "Forget it, you'd better stay."

"But don't think that I can take care of you, you have to do everything yourself."

"I'll just give you a place to live, and don't even think about anything else."

That way, that's enough.

Fu Ziwei was easily satisfied. Seeing that the cloudy weather turned sunny, the smile on his face brightened immediately, and he said, "Okay. Thank you for taking me in."

Song Xiaoke turned his face away and didn't answer.

He felt that Fu Ziwei was so dark-hearted that he would change his face.

After he said it, he regretted it a little, because he felt that he had been deceived.

Fu Ziwei's smile was bright now, and he was totally different from the gloomy and decadent figure just now.

However, the words that are spoken are the water that is poured out.

It's too late to regret.

Song Xiaoke could only reluctantly take Fu Ziwei in.

But fortunately, only half a month.

After half a month, no matter whether his leg injury was healed or not, he would get out immediately, and he couldn't stay for another second.

Fu Ziwei had good eyesight, and saw that he took back his suitcase from Song Xiaoke's hand, then limped to the sofa and sat down.

Then he raised his head and smiled at Song Xiaoke, and said, "I'll just sleep on the sofa."

The smile this time is quite sincere.

Song Xiaoke glanced at Fu Ziwei who was sitting on the sofa.

Even if one leg is lame, it can't stop his long legs. After all, 188 is there.

Falling asleep on this sofa is probably a bit suffocating.

Since he was allowed to come in, it didn't make much difference whether he entered the bedroom or not.

There is no way, who makes oneself kind.

In the next second, Song Xiaoke raised his hand and pulled the suitcase in front of Fu Ziwei, and said, "Follow me to the bedroom."

Fu Ziwei blinked and said, "This is not appropriate."

"It will affect you, I'll just sleep on the sofa."

Song Xiaoke is too lazy to engage in this nonsense.

So he said very impatiently: "If you want to come, come, who will you show me?"

Seeing this, Fu Ziwei could only stand up obediently, and followed Song Xiaoke to the bedroom.

Song Xiaoke's bedroom is very simple, just a bed and a wardrobe.

He stretched out his hand and opened the cabinet door, and pulled the clothes aside with a "crash", leaving half a space.

Song Xiaoke turned his head and said to Fu Ziwei, "Leave half of it for you."

Fu Ziwei nodded, stepped forward to open the suitcase, and hung up his clothes.

Then Song Xiaoke was going to make a bed.

Song Xiaoke's bed is not too small or too big, it is more than enough for one person to sleep, but it is probably a bit...

It can't be said to be squeezed, but it can't be stretched.

Anyway, there is no other way.

Song Xiaoke took the little bear who had been sleeping with him and put it on the balcony.

Fu Ziwei, who was packing his clothes, turned his head suddenly for some reason, and then saw Song Xiaoke's movements and the bear in his hand.

That bear is not big, it is estimated to be around 70cm.

It's a male bear, wearing overalls, with eyes on the bear's face, it looks a bit old.

But none of that matters.

The important thing is, this bear looks familiar.

"Is that the one I gave you?" Fu Ziwei asked aloud.

Fu Ziwei's sudden voice startled Song Xiaoke, so frightened that he almost threw the bear in his hand.

"No." Song Xiaoke immediately denied it aloud, and quickly stuffed the bear behind the curtain.

"Isn't it?" Fu Ziwei blinked and said again, "But I think it looks a bit like it."

"You read it wrong," Song Xiaoke quibbled, "Besides, these bear dolls all look almost the same. They were just given to me by my friend's son."

Song Xiaoke spoke a little loudly, looked a little excited, and his ears were red.

Seeing this, Fu Ziwei stopped arguing with him, nodded his head and said "Okay", and then continued to pack his clothes.

Seeing that Fu Ziwei didn't continue to argue about this matter, Song Xiaoke was slightly relieved.

Because this bear is really the one that Fu Ziwei gave him when he was a child.

Although the two had been together for a while since childhood, Fu Ziwei often played with him, but he didn't give him many things.

Just sugar, and bears.

Children are greedy, and they will naturally eat the candy when they get it.

This bear was given to Song Xiaoke when he went to Fu's house for the second time. Fu Ziwei was going to go abroad, so he gave it to him.

Fu Ziwei would say: "You can take this bear as your brother. I give this bear to you as if I am with you."

So, for a long time when he was a child, Song Xiaoke regarded this little bear as Fu Ziwei, and he had to hug this bear every night to fall asleep.

Later, this habit continued until I grew up, and I got used to it after holding it for a long time. People will have feelings for one thing.

But if he embraces him, he must not let Fu Ziwei know, or he will lose face.

Anyway, this was just a small episode, and no one mentioned it later.

Song Xiaoke added a thin air-conditioned quilt and new pillows to the bed.

Although there is only one bed, there is still some stubbornness at the end.

Same bed, different quilts.

After this series of things were done, it was evening and it was time to eat.

Song Xiaoke originally planned to eat instant noodles tonight.

But anyway, it was Fu Ziwei's first day at his house, so he had to order a takeaway bone soup anyway.

So, Song Xiaoke proposed aloud.

But Fu Ziwei said, "Let me do it. What do you have at home?"

Song Xiaoke said: "Carrots, mushrooms, potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes."

They are all vegetarian.

But it's okay.

Fu Ziwei limped to the kitchen and made a pot of curry rice with tomato and egg soup half an hour later.

Song Xiaoke smelled the tangy fragrance and couldn't help walking to the dining table.

Fu Ziwei had already served all the food and was waiting for Song Xiaoke to eat.

During this period of time, Fu Ziwei always brought him meals, so Song Xiaoke was not polite to him, picked up a spoon and started eating.

From simplicity to luxury is easy, from luxury to simplicity is difficult.

Song Xiaoke is actually a typical example.

As a normal person, he would prefer to eat home-cooked food, and Song Xiaoke is the same.

But because of busy work and idiot life, Song Xiaoke has no choice but to make do with food.

But during this period of time, Fu Ziwei's appetite has actually been somewhat spoiled.

This week, he broke his leg and didn't bring him food, Song Xiaoke still felt a little pity.

It's been a long time since I ate delicious food, and I accidentally ate too much.

I have to go to work tomorrow, Song Xiaoke did a little exercise at home after dinner, and then prepared to take a bath and rest.

He took a shower very quickly, and he didn't sweat much at home all day, just a little flushing would be fine.

On the contrary, Fu Ziwei was a bit difficult. After all, there was a plaster cast on his leg, so it couldn't get wet.

So Fu Ziwei in the bathroom had to ask Song Xiaoke for help: "Can you help me?"

Song Xiaoke wanted to pretend to be deaf, pretending not to hear, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not kind. Fu Ziwei, a disabled person, would definitely be a little helpless.

So he finally bit the bullet and went to the bathroom.

Sure enough, Fu Ziwei was lying down, wearing underwear all over his body, and his hair was still dripping wet.

Now he took off his glasses, revealing a pair of narrow eyes, the usual gentleness and elegance disappeared, and there seemed to be countless bad waters brewing in his eyes.

But, damn tempting.

He reached out and handed the towel to Song Xiaoke, and then said out loud, "Help me."

This is actually quite normal.

But I don't know if the timing is wrong. The bathroom is small and stuffy, surrounded by water vapor. It's hard not to think about it when he said such words in a deep voice.

Song Xiaoke felt his face was a little hot.

But he didn't say anything, just took the towel that Fu Ziwei handed over, and helped him wipe his back.

Fu Ziwei's figure is great.

Two pecs, eight pack abs.

Song Xiaoke looked a little jealous.

In fact, most men want to have abs, but very few people can have them.

Because the medical dog is usually busy enough, and I don't know where Fu Ziwei came from.

Seeing Fu Ziwei's perfect figure, Song Xiaoke got a little angry, and when he got angry, he started to attack harder.

Fu Ziwei couldn't help snorting, and said in a low voice, "It hurts."

Only then did Song Xiaoke realize that he had rubbed Fu Ziwei's back red.

Song Xiaoke wouldn't admit that he was too strong, instead he complained aloud: "Little girl."

"What did you say?" Fu Ziwei couldn't believe it.

"Xiaoniangpi, I call you Xiaoniangpi," Song Xiaoke suddenly repeated loudly twice, and then said: "Tender ones turn red when rubbed, what is it if you are not Xiaoniangpi?"

Song Xiaoke's words were too provocative to a man's dignity.

Fu Ziwei squinted his eyes, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Song Xiaoke's hand, leaned down on him, and asked, "Are you still a mother?"

Song Xiaoke's hand was hit by a heat source, and he yelled at Bangbang.

He blushed and looked up at Fu Ziwei in front of him.

Fu Ziwei didn't have glasses to hide it, and the wolf in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Song Xiaoke was actually a little afraid of Fu Ziwei's look.

But he was still not afraid of death and said: "Why, do you want to have a fight with me?"

"Okay, come on." Saying that, Song Xiaoke reached out and tore off his clothes, exposing most of his shoulders.

"Two hundred and one nights, is that enough?" Song Xiaoke raised his chin and asked provocatively.

Does this feeling treat people like ducks?

Fu Ziwei narrowed his eyes again.

In the next second, he smiled and said, "Okay."

"It's free, I'm willing to help you." The next second, Fu Ziwei lowered his head and bit Song Xiaoke Honghong's mouth.

...

...

"Baby, would you like to be with me?"

"No...willing."

"Huh? What, yes? Good."

"Fuck, old man, his mother said no."

"You fucking, stop."

"All right, all right, I am willing, that's fine."

"Please, bro, stop."

"Call again." Fu Ziwei said hoarsely.

"what?"

"That word just now."

"elder brother?"

"Fuck, stop when you yell again?" "Damn liar."

...

...

"Baby, you want to be with me now."

Exhausted, Song Xiaoke looked up at Fu Ziwei, and rolled his invincible eyes: "No."

"You just promised, why do you go back on it?" Fu Ziwei frowned slightly.

"Why did you agree? You don't have any idea in mind?" Song Xiaoke asked back.

"Okay," Fu Ziwei nodded, and said again: "It doesn't matter if you just enjoy happiness and don't want to be responsible."

"As long as you want, I will serve you at any time."

Fuck, can this person show some face?

"Anyway, the future will be long."

[The author has something to say: There will be another chapter later. 】