Chapter 287

The master bedroom of the Fu family, Xia Ling washed and rinsed, and sat directly on the bed.

She can't live up to her husband's expectations, but she can't live up to her husband's expectations.

After sipping her lips, Xia Ling turned her big eyes, took out her mobile phone, took some photos and sent them to Fu Yunting.

The master bedroom has been arranged. As a male master, he must have the right to know.

By the way, ask him what he is doing in Ji Linhan's ward.

In a few seconds, Fu Yunting's message came back.

"Late at night, send me a bed photo. What are you implying?"

Xia Ling: "

Does she have a hint?

Isn't someone blind and can't see the red bedspread and red rose petals on it?

"Fu Dashao, is it difficult to use your eyes? Don't you see that the beds have been replaced by scarlet ones by mother Zhang?"

"I see. So now you're sleeping in our master bedroom and trying to invite me back to spend the night with you?"

Xia Ling: "

ok

She's wrong!

She shouldn't have sent a message to someone on a whim.

Xia Ling puffed her cheeks, sent some pictures of beating, and directly threw her mobile phone aside.

Fu Yunting at that end smiled and wanted to tease her again, but he was afraid that someone would really blow his hair and ignore him, so he deleted the flirting words and said, "why don't you sleep? Miss me?"

Xia Ling lay in the quilt and didn't want to talk to him, but she couldn't stand the itch in her heart. Finally, she took a look at her mobile phone.

Miss him?

In this silent night, this is an ordinary sentence, but it makes people ripple.

It seemed that Fu Yunting's gentle black eyes appeared in front of him.

Xia Ling's pretty face was a little hot. He turned over and lay on the bed, his legs cocked up and typed a line of words, "yes, what are you doing now? Lonely men and women live in the same room, Fu Dashao, can you hold it?"

My heart was a little sour. Xia Ling held her chin and stared at the chat interface quietly.

"Oh, wife, you just don't believe me? Do I spend less time with you? What have I done to you?"

In a word, let Xia Ling SIP her lips and smile.

Yeah!

The man's determination is sufficient. She shouldn't distrust him.

Xia Ling didn't know what to say for a moment, but she saw that the other party was displaying input.

A moment later, Fu Yunting typed a line, "wife, should you change my name?"

Address?

Xia Ling was stunned and thought of calling him Fu Ershao before. Now he knows his true identity and calls him Fu Dashao.

Isn't it?

He wants himself to call him

Just thinking, the other party entered another line of words, "wife, call your husband to listen."

husband?

The heat on Xia Ling's small face seems to be more hot.

She can't seem to call out such a friendly address.

"Cough, I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed. Good night."

"Shy? Wife, tomorrow, I must hear what you call me."

Fu Yunting's message came back and asked Xia Ling to roll into the quilt with her hot cheek.

Well, someone is too coquettish to think about him any more.

In the hospital, Fu Yunting stared at the mobile phone screen and couldn't help laughing when he didn't see Xia Ling's reply again.

Is it so shy to call him husband?

On the hospital bed, looking at the smile in Fu Yunting's eyebrows, Ji Linhan's hand unconsciously clenched her fist.

Smiling so gently, is he sending a message to Xia Ling?

Wait, she won't let their marriage last long.