Chapter 529

Xie Yu said casually while feeding him porridge, "farewell."

Fu Sheng swallowed the bowl of porridge with his eyes down, with a strange expression.

Next to the candle crackled, Xie Yu fed him again, "not because of you, don't think about those messy, I don't like you so much."

Fu Sheng couldn't help laughing. What he said was really unbelievable.

Because he invited so many difficult doctors, precious herbs and good things were sent to him every day like running water.

He cut other flowers in the garden for him and planted the jasmine that he liked but made him allergic.

In order to find medicine for him, he even offended Li Guogong and got a sword.

Now he resigns and comes to Yanzhou, where he can't hunt and ride horses.

In the end, he said he didn't like him that much?

Who will believe that.

[Ding Fu Sheng's likability + 3, current total favoritism: 70.]

"don't you believe it?" In front of Xie Yu frowned, staring at him cold voice said.

"I believe it." Fu Sheng's face did not change and his voice was faint.

After feeding the porridge, he glanced at it.

He put the bowl aside, picked up the medicine bowl and handed it to him, "drink it."

Fu Sheng also did not refuse, raised his hand to pick up.

But Xie Yu didn't give it to him. Suddenly he asked, "do you want me to feed you?"

His eyebrows are very good-looking, which is the best that Fu Sheng has ever seen.

Fu Sheng leaned on the bed and looked at Xie Yu's untidy but still handsome face, his eyes flashing.

Without waiting for him to speak, Xie Yu took the spoon and said, "I'll feed you."

Then he filled a spoon of medicine and handed the spoon to his mouth.

Fu Sheng's heart throbbed and drank with his eyes down.

People are always vulnerable when they are sick. At this time, a little care and gentleness can be magnified countless times, and then let people remember for a long time.

Fu Sheng droops his eyes and drinks medicine. His eyes fall on Xie Yu's wrist again. The scar on his wrist is blocked by his sleeve.

Xie Yu looked at his sleeve along his eyes, and then looked up at him inexplicably, "what are you looking at?"

Fu Sheng drooped his eyes and said, "what's the matter with your wrist injury?"

Xie Yu's expression froze at the speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly returned to normal. He sent the medicine to Fu Sheng's mouth, and his voice was cold as if it had been quenched in the cold pool. "Can you fight without getting hurt?"

He raised his hand again, and the spoon was handed to Fu Sheng's mouth, but Fu Sheng did not open his mouth to drink.

"You said that the wound on your wrist was in the war?" Fu Sheng looked at him and said.

Just when he asked about the wound, the anger in Xie Yu's eyes was about to overflow.

The wound was clearly caused by self mutilation.

Why on earth did he suffer such injuries.

Xie Yu took the spoon back, directly holding the medicine bowl, holding Fu Sheng's chin and pouring it into him.

Fu Sheng coughed a few times. Xie Yu didn't care. He got up and walked a few steps as if he wanted to go out. But he suddenly stopped, came back and patted Fu Sheng on the back very gently until he came back.

After slowing down, Xie Yu gave him real Qi, then gave him a cold kiss on the forehead, stuffed Fu Sheng into the quilt and said, "sleep."

Fu Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt that the place on his forehead where he had been kissing was a little hot.

Xie Yu seems to be going.

Fu Sheng did not know what he was doing. He suddenly grabbed his wrist and said, "where are you going?"