"fly..."

"Don't talk now, have a good rest."

"I'm fine."

"You are not allowed to speak any more if you are fine."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, Fei..."

"You are so polite to me now. I almost scared me to death just now."

"......" Fang Xiaomu was moved by Zhang Fei at this moment. He was usually so cold. He comforted himself last night and sent him to the hospital again today. He also said that he was scared to death. Why did he care about him so much?

"Sleep, just have a sleep."

"Yes." Fang Xiaomu fell asleep with her eyes closed. This time she was sick. Zhang Fei was not afraid at all and fell asleep with peace of mind.

Zhang Fei looked at Fang Xiaomu who was sleeping, and sat beside her and kept looking at her. He couldn't help but kiss her forehead gently. Fang Xiaomu slept deeply and didn't feel it, but all of this was seen in Wucheng's eyes standing outside the door. He knew that the young master was really moved this time. Wucheng smiled and watched the young master slowly change since he met Fang Xiaomu. It was not like he used to be depressed, and he didn't like talking alone. Now the young master talks too much, sometimes he laughs and jokes. These are all Fang Xiaomu's quietly changing the young master. Wucheng is very happy. The young master can meet someone he really likes. He did not open the door and walk in to break the beauty, but sat outside on Nagasaki waiting for the young master.

Fang Xiaomu seemed to have been sleeping for a long time and had finished the drip. The doctor told Zhang Fei that Fang Xiaomu had a good rest and could be discharged from the hospital after she woke up. However, after she returned home, someone would have to take good care of her because she had a seasonal inertial fever and needed to take good care of her to recover quickly. Zhang Fei sat next to Fang Xiaomu and waited for her to wake up.

"Have I slept for a long time?" Fang Xiaomu felt his strength recovered after taking a drip. When he woke up, he saw a beautiful face and a pair of black eyes looking at him.

"Yes." Zhang Fei smiled when he saw Fang Xiaomu wake up.

"How long?" Fang Xiaomu woke up the first thing he thought that he still had a lot of work to finish.

"It's been one day, and it's almost dark now."

"What, I still have a lot of things. I have to go to the hotel." Fang Xiaomu thought to get up.

"Lying down."

"But."

"Lying down, don't think about work anymore. The doctor said that you just finished the IV drip and you need to rest well before you can recover quickly."

"I'm fine, I'm used to it. I do this every year. Now I'll recover after I get a little bit of it."

"What's okay? You don't know how scary you were just now?" Zhang Fei became serious and was a little angry when he saw Fang Xiaomu's body so unrespectful.

"This is a seasonal fever, but it looks scary when it gets hot, but it's fine if it gets cooler." Fang Xiaomu didn't expect Zhang Fei to be angry and hurriedly explained.

"You fainted and you said it was okay."

"I fainted because I would lose my fever after I had a fever."

"How did you take care of yourself? Isn't you even not taking care of yourself when you are so old?"

"I..." Fang Xiaomu lowered his head and didn't know what to say.

"Are you hungry?" Zhang Fei couldn't bear to talk about Fang Xiaomu's sad look.

"It seems a bit." Fang Xiaomu touched his stomach that was a little gurgling.

"I asked Uncle Wu to buy you porridge. I'll call Uncle Wu. Why haven't you come back for so long?" Zhang Fei said as he picked up the phone and called Wu Cheng.

Wucheng only found out after receiving a call from Zhang Fei that Fang Xiaomu had woken up. He carried the porridge back to Fang Xiaomu's ward.

"Young master, the porridge has become cold, why don't I go and buy another one." Wucheng had already bought the porridge, but it had fallen cold after waiting for a long time.

"Go." Zhang Fei nodded.

"No need, Uncle Wu, I'll go back to eat later. You don't have to buy it for me anymore." Fang Xiaomu felt embarrassed.

"It's okay, Xiaomu, you have a good rest. I'll buy it back soon." Wu Cheng said and went out to buy porridge.

"Uncle Wu..." Fang Xiaomu was very moved. No one has taken care of him like this since he was a child except his mother. Every year when he was sick, Fang Xiaomu stayed in the room and slept for a day and a night before his fever gradually subsided.

Fang Xiaomu thought about the tears falling. She always cried when she was with Zhang Fei. She used to be very strong and would never cry no matter how difficult it was. Recently, she didn't know what she was, and she loved to cry so much.

"Why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zhang Fei saw Fang Xiaomu crying and thought she was feeling uncomfortable.

"No, I'm just too moved." Fang Xiaomu quickly wiped the tears from his face.

“Doesn’t anyone take care of you every year when you have a fever?”

"Yes...yes..." Fang Xiaomu dared not look at Zhang Fei and said.

"Tell me the truth." Zhang Fei knew Fang Xiaomu was lying.

“It really has…”

"I want to listen to the truth, you won't lie at all, look at your face dodging."

"Do you really want to listen?"

"real."

"In the past, my mother took care of me when I had a fever in Qingcheng, but in the past few years in the UK, I would sleep in the room for a day and a night and wait until the fever automatically subsided a little before I could call Mary and asked Mary to buy me some antipyretics."

"Xiaomu..." Zhang Fei didn't know what to say, he didn't know that Fang Xiaomu lived so hard in the UK.

"Ha, it's okay. Look, I'm living a good life now." Fang Xiaomu pretended to laugh, pretending to be fine.

"It won't be like this in the future."

"Okay, I'm fine, I can go back to the hotel to sleep. I'll take the porridge I bought back to the hotel for later."

"You don't want to go back to the hotel."

"Ah? Then where will I go?"
Chapter completed!