Splendid Rebirth: Good Morning Mrs. Fu

Chapter 612 This is to...

The female doctor's heart tightened, and she was so frightened that she dared not take her eyes off Gu Ninghuan for a moment. She secretly prayed in her heart that Gu Ninghuan must quickly reduce the fever. It will be cold to get the qualification certificate.

Gu Ninghuan felt a little scared when he saw the female doctor's urgent gaze.

She stretched out her finger, poked Fu Xishen standing in front of her, and whispered, Don't be so fierce when you come back, okay?

Why didn't you let the maid tell me that you were sick? Fu Xishen said with suppressed anger.

He was a little dissatisfied with Gu Ninghuan's concealment, but he couldn't get angry with the sick little woman in front of him.

Gu Ninghuan's lips pursed slightly: That's because I don't think I have a fever at all, and I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere in my body. Look at the work reply I wrote, the sentences are fluent and logical. Could it be that such a reply is Can a person with a fever write it?

She turned the computer screen to Fu Xishen, in order to prove that there was nothing wrong with her body.

But Fu Xishen looked at the computer screen that was still on, his expression was very cold, he raised his hand and closed the laptop in front of him.

After seeing him close the laptop, Gu Ninghuan hurriedly picked up the laptop and put it under the pillow, fearing that Fu Xishen would be unhappy, so she threw her laptop away.

Thinking of this possibility, Gu Ninghuan raised his hand and pressed the pillow on the laptop more tightly.

Fu Xishen took her little tricks into his eyes, and said coldly: I'm still restless even with a fever, and I'm still working. Gu Ninghuan, do you want to boil yourself down and wait for me to go home to collect the body?

I just have a fever, and I wasn't mummified, how could I boil myself dry. Gu Ninghuan smiled flatteringly at him.

Heh, if you still dare to continue working with a fever, I'll contact the mummy making team tomorrow. Fu Xi sneered deeply, and the fingers on her cheeks increased slightly.

Gu Ninghuan raised Fu Xishen's hand, stroking his palm lightly with tender fingers: I was wrong, from now on I just work without sickness, and you don't want to invite any mummy production team over.

I watched a documentary before and said that the process of mummification is cumbersome, and a lot of potions are required to preserve the corpse. You said, for the rest of your life, do you want to be with me, a living person, or with a mummy.

Gu Ninghuan spoke earnestly, even though she knew that Fu Xishen was just joking, she still analyzed it very seriously.

Her watery eyes looked straight at the man, the tip of her nose was still a little red because of the fever, and she looked so pitiful, like some kind of little animal who made a living by being coquettish.

Facing her who was so expecting an answer, the man coldly uttered three words: Mummy.

Gu Ninghuan: ...

After getting this answer, Gu Ninghuan immediately shook off Fu Xishen's hand, lay back on the bed, and said nonsense: In this case, then go and like mummies, I don't want to be made into a mummy anyway.

Fu Xishen sat beside her, looked at her bulging cheeks, but didn't speak yet.

The servant opened the door and entered, holding porridge in his hand.

As soon as Gu Ninghuan saw the servant, he almost immediately pulled the quilt over his head, and hid himself in the dark quilt, speaking in a muffled voice: Take out the porridge, I don't want to eat porridge, just a little porridge None of them taste good.

The servant stood there with the porridge, and persuaded him patiently: No, Young Madam, you are sick now, and you need to eat easy-to-digest food.

Then you add more sugar to the porridge. When Gu Ninghuan was sick before, even if he ate porridge, he didn't just have a bowl of porridge.

There are so many side dishes that go with porridge, but this time the female doctor said that her illness was too abnormal, so she wanted to eat as light as possible.

But now, among young people who have been influenced by so many delicious foods, there are a few who can like to eat plain porridge without adding anything.

No, the doctor said you can't add sugar. The servant gently rejected Gu Ninghuan's words.

Gu Ninghuan hid in the thin quilt. The same words were repeated by the servant and Gu Ninghuan an hour ago.

At that time, there was a stalemate between the two until the porridge was completely cold, and the servant had no choice but to bring the porridge down.

Gu Ninghuan thought that after the servant knew she would not eat it, he would put a little sugar in the white porridge that was served again.

But she didn't expect that the servant was more disciplined than she imagined.

Gu Ninghuan hid in the dark quilt, thinking about hiding for thirty minutes before going out.

Thirty minutes is enough to cool down a bowl of porridge.

Gu Ninghuan had a good plan, so she willingly hid in the bed and waited for the time to pass. What she didn't expect was that the thin quilt that was originally covering her head was lifted off.

The man raised his hand to clasp her arm, and dug her up from the bed and hugged her in his arms.

Seeing the two of them hugging each other in such an intimate posture, the doctor and the maid bowed their heads a little shyly, feeling a little sour in their hearts, almost turned into lemon essence.

Being on duty in the villa, he would be fed dog food anytime and anywhere by the husband and wife.

This really hurts the hearts of these singles.

Sitting in Fu Xishen's arms, Gu Ninghuan saw the man raise his hand to pick up the white porridge in the maid's tray.

She raised her hand to cover her lips: I don't want to eat it. I'm sick now, and the sickest one is the most sick. I want to eat hot pot! If I'm not allowed to eat hot pot, I also want to eat white sugar porridge instead of white porridge.

Let go. Fu Xi said softly.

Gu Ninghuan was unwilling, not only did he not let go of his hand, but even the movement of covering his lips became tighter.

Fu Xishen, you are coercing a decent woman with verbal violence. Be careful, I will call the police and arrest you!

Gu Ninghuan was so angry that he started talking nonsense.

Fu Xishen glanced sideways, looking at the servant standing aside: Go get a soft rope.

The servant stared at Fu Xishen with wide eyes, and couldn't believe what she heard.

What does the gentleman want the soft rope for? Is it because he wants to have a bondage with the young lady.

Gu Ninghuan also stared at Fu Xishen with wide eyes, but she was indeed frightened.

Is Fu Xishen going to tie her up and force-feed her porridge? Is such behavior really what a real husband should do?

Not going yet? Fu Xishen's voice sank.

Sir, I'll go right away.

The maid seemed to have reacted suddenly, and hurriedly turned around, opened the door and ran out in a hurry.

Gu Ninghuan slightly loosened his hand covering his lips, and stared at him accusingly: Are you planning to tie me up with a rope and force me to eat it?

Yes. Fu Xishen looked at her and admitted frankly.