Because of long-term irregular eating and staying up late, he still suffered from chronic diseases in his body. Three years ago, his stomach troubles were as frequent as usual. Almost every time Nanfeng came, it was because of his stomach troubles.
.
So, when did his stomach problem start to heal?
Almost immediately, Fu Liangyuan knew the answer: since marrying Tang Mian, he has rarely had stomach problems.
At the beginning, there would be some minor problems, but they were not worth mentioning, especially because Tang Mian would stay with him all night long because he was feeling a little uncomfortable...
Until later, his stomach trouble never happened again.
All this is because of Tang Mian...
Fu Liangyuan's heart felt like there were millions of ants gnawing at him. The pain was clear and numb, making his eyes even colder.
"Prescribe the medicine." Fu Liangyuan said calmly and ordered Nanfeng.
Nanfeng was helpless when he saw this.
He turned and left, and Song Yuan followed Nan Feng.
There was silence in the study room.
Fu Liangyuan stroked his cell phone, looked at the photo Qian Xiaobao sent him, his eyes sank, and he directly made a voice call to Qian Xiaobao.
When the call started, Qian Xiaobao was still a little excited: "Liang Yuan, please take a look at the photo. It's not that I wronged her. Look at her..."
"Second Aunt, I don't want to hear you talking bad about Tang Mian behind his back in the future! Don't try to complain in front of me! Otherwise, once I know, your account balance will be reduced by fifty million!"
As soon as the scolding words came out, Fu Liangyuan hung up the phone without waiting for Qian Xiaobao to reply!
He put his mobile phone on the table and rubbed his forehead with both hands. He couldn't help but feel something indescribable in his heart: Obviously, he and Tang Mian had divorced, and these things could be resolved, but he, somehow, made all kinds of mistakes.
Didn't say it out loud.
After all, why?
…
In the living room of Changxinyuan.
Nanfeng placed the prescribed medicine in front of Song Yuan and ordered: "Assistant Song, remember to supervise Mr. Fu to take medicine on time! Of course, medicine treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. The most important thing is to eat on time, and
Rest on time."
"I'll try my best..." Song Yuan pursed his lips, but did not dare to agree directly. After all, Fu Liangyuan's temperament was there, how could he, a special assistant, persuade him?
When Nanfeng heard this, his face suddenly became serious: "What I want to listen is not to try my best! But to do it! When I look at Mr. Fu's face, his face is even worse than yesterday!"
"If this continues, Mr. Fu's body will not be able to bear it at all!"
"Also, I suspect that Mr. Fu may have a migraine. It is possible that he has had insomnia rather than an irregular schedule recently!"
"In this way, when you eat, prepare some migraine medicine for Mr. Fu and ask him to take it too, so as to avoid problems later."
"OK."
Song Yuan immediately agreed.
As evening approached, Song Yuan pushed open the study door, looked at Fu Liangyuan's obviously unhappy expression, and frowned slightly: "Mr. Fu, there is a dinner party tonight. Do you want to refuse?"
According to usual habits, Mr. Fu will basically refuse any dinner party near dinner time, and will only accept the invitation unless it is particularly important.
Tonight's dinner is not important, and Mr. Fu is currently in Changxin Garden...
Just when Song Yuan was about to refuse the dinner, Fu Liangyuan raised his head from the desk with a calm expression: "Participate."