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Chapter 612: This is...

The female doctor's heart was so tight that her eyes didn't dare to leave Gu Ninghuan for a moment. She secretly prayed that Gu Ninghuan must quickly get rid of fever, or if Gu Ninghuan hadn't gotten rid of fever until tomorrow, then she worked hard. It will be cold to get the qualification certificate.

Gu Ninghuan was so worried by the female doctor's eyes that he felt a little hairy in his heart.

She reached out her finger, poked Fu Xishen in front of her, and whispered: "Don't be so fierce as soon as you come back."

"Why don't you let the maid tell me that you are sick." Fu Xi's tone was deep, with suppressed anger.

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

Gu Ninghuan's lips twitched slightly: "That's because I don't think I have a fever at all. There is nothing uncomfortable in my body. Look at the work reply I wrote. The sentences are smooth and the logic is rigorous. Is it such a reply? Can someone with a fever write it?"

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

But Fu Xi looked at the computer screen still lit, but his expression was 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 pressed it under the pillow. Fearing that Fu Xishen was not happy, he threw her laptop directly.

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

Fu Xishen took her small movements into her eyes, and said coldly: "All of them have a fever and are restless, and they continue to work. Gu Ninghuan, do you want to work hard to wait for me to go home to collect the body?"

"I just had a fever, but it wasn't made into a mummy. How could I boil myself." Gu Ninghuan grinned at him.

"Oh, if you dare to continue your fever work, I will contact the team who made the mummy tomorrow." Fu Xi sneered deeply, and the finger placed on her cheek slightly added gravity.

Gu Ninghuan raised Fu Xishen's hand and tenderly rubbed his palm with soft fingers: "i am wrong, I will work without illness in the future, and you should not invite any mummy production team.

I watched a documentary before and said that the mummy production process can be cumbersome, and that a lot of potions are also needed to save the body. You said, do you want to spend time with me, a living person, or do you want to be with a mummy? "

Gu Ninghuan said with a long heart, even if she knew that Fu Xishen was just a joke, but still very serious analysis.

Her moist eyes looked straight at the man, and the tip of her nose was still a little red because of fever. The whole person was pitiful, like a small animal that lived by coquettishness.

Faced with her looking forward to answering this question, the man spit out three words coldly: "Mummy."

Gu Ninghuan: "..."

After receiving this answer, Gu Ninghuan immediately flicked away Fu Xishen's hand and lay back on the bed. He said, "In this way, you should like the mummy. Anyway, I don't want to be a mummy."

Fu Xishen sat next to her, looking at her bulging cheeks, not speaking yet.

The servant pushed the door in, holding white porridge in his hand.

As soon as Gu Ninghuan saw the servant, he almost immediately pulled the quilt over his head. The whole person was hiding in the dark quilt, and his voice was muffled: "Take out white porridge, I don't want to eat white porridge, a little bit of white porridge It's not delicious."

The maid stood there carrying white porridge, and patiently persuaded: "No, madam, you are sick now, and you need to eat digestible food."

"Then you add more sugar to the white porridge." When Gu Ninghuan was sick before, even if he ate white porridge, it was not just a bowl of white porridge.

There are so many side dishes with white porridge, but this time the female doctor said that the appearance of her illness is too abnormal, so she should eat as lightly as possible.

But now that there are so many delicious and edible young people, there are a few white porridge that can do like to eat nothing.

"No, the doctor said he couldn't add sugar." The servant gently rejected Gu Ninghuan's words.

Gu Ninghuan hid under the thin quilt. In the same words, the servant and Gu Ninghuan had repeated it an hour ago.

At that time, the stalemate between the two was so cold that the porridge had no choice but to carry the white porridge.

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

But I did not expect that the servant was more disciplined than she thought.

Gu Ninghuan was hiding under the dark quilt, thinking to hide for thirty minutes before going out.

Thirty minutes is enough for a bowl of white porridge to cool off.

Gu Ninghuan planned very well, so he willingly hid in the bed and waited for the passage of time. As a result, what he did not expect was that the thin cover that was originally over the head was lifted.

The man lifted his hand to buckle her arm, digging her entire body from the bed and hugged her in her arms.

When the doctor and the maid saw the two of them holding each other in such an intimate posture, they both bowed their heads a little shyly, sour in their hearts, and almost turned into lemon essence.

On duty at the villa, it is true that the husband and the young lady will be fed dog food anytime, anywhere.

This really hurt their singles.

Gu Ninghuan sat in Fu Xi's arms and 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. I'm sick now. The sickest person has the biggest number. I want to eat hot pot! If I'm not allowed to eat hot pot, I will eat white sugar porridge instead of white porridge."

"Release your hand." Fu Xi said quietly.

Gu Ninghuan was reluctant, but the hand didn't let go, and even the movement of covering the lips became tighter.

"Fu Xishen, you are using language violence to intimidate a good family woman. Watch out for the police to catch you!"

Gu Ning was furiously corrupted and began to talk nonsense.

Fu Xishen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the servant standing beside him: "Go get a soft rope."

The servant stared at Fu Xishen with wide eyes, some could not believe what she heard.

What does the gentleman want to do with the rope? Is it to want to have a pIay with the young lady?

Gu Ninghuan also looked at Fu Xishen with wide eyes, but she was indeed scared.

Fu Xishen, is this to tie her up and feed the porridge forcibly? Should such a behavior really be done by a pro-husband?

"Not going yet?" Fu Xishen's voice sank.

"Mr. Obedience, I will go immediately."

The maid seemed to react suddenly, and hurriedly turned to open the door and hurried out.

Gu Ninghuan's hand covering his lips was slightly loosened, and his eyes stared at him accusingly: "Are you going to tie me with a rope and force me to eat it?"

"Well." Fu Xi looked at her deeply and admitted frankly.