Fu Xixi was worried and quickly came over: "What's wrong? Does it taste bad? I knew it wasn't good. It's not as good as before."
"But I seemed to have tasted it when I served it. I don't remember the taste. Could it be that I tasted the bowl dad made?"
"Hey, spit it out quickly and rinse your mouth."
She was anxious and confused, like a child who had done something wrong in a panic, lively and silly.
Bo Zhanye looked at her small gesture, curled his lips, pulled her into his arms, and let her sit on his lap:
"I'm kidding you, the food you cook is the most delicious in the world, I like it very much."
Fu Xixi was startled: "..." Are you teasing her?
She picked up the spoon and tasted it, and realized that there was really nothing wrong with it.
"You hate me and scare me to death. Do you know that I'm really worried that I won't like you if I haven't done it for so long?"
Bo Zhanye quickly reassured: "No, I like whatever you do. It's my fault, I apologize."
"Humph, I'll forgive you because you're handsome, but I'll punish you by feeding you."
"good."
One makes trouble, the other dotes on the two, and they are sweet to each other.
Xiao Ziyu knew that as soon as the two of them appeared, they would be spoiled, and the expressions on their faces were indescribable.
He was probably full from today's breakfast.
But looking at the love between the two of them, he looked slightly lonely.
Today was another day when Jiang Duoer didn't take the initiative to contact him...
Fu Xixi also realized that Xiao Ziyu was still there after some lovemaking, and quickly said to Bo Zhanye:
"You'd better eat by yourself. My parents, brother and sister-in-law are still waiting for me downstairs. Yes, I agreed with them to have dinner together.
Brother Ye, I’ll go down first.”
Bo Zhanye was reluctant to let go: "No, there are so many of them, I only have you."
"But I promised you, but I haven't gotten along well with my parents for a long time."
Bo Zhanye rubbed her little hand: "They probably expected that you would accompany me, so they gave up hope."
Fu Xixi: "It is precisely because they have no hope that I want to surprise them. My family cannot ignore it. They are also very hard during this period."
Bo Zhanye understood the truth, but she just couldn't let go of him in his arms.
If possible, he even hoped that she would stay by his side for a moment.
He looked deeply and said, "I'm sick and can't live without you for the time being. Are you really willing to let me go?"
"Ah? What kind of disease is that?" Fu Xixi looked confused and disbelieving: "You are lying to me again."
Bo Zhanye looked at Xiao Ziyu seriously: "Are we still talking about blood dependence just now?"
Qingpiao asked back, but with a deep meaning that Xiao Ziyu could understand, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart:
It’s just a show of affection by spreading dog food! Do you want him to hand over props? God...
But he still cooperated in a "serious" manner: "Well, really."
"Before, Brother Ninth refused to accept Lan Jiao's blood because of the problem of dependence. Now that I have received your blood, I am very dependent on you. It is best to follow Brother Ninth anytime and anywhere for the time being, even when I go to the bathroom.
Only by planting seeds can it better contribute to recovery.”
Fu Xixi smacked her tongue, even going to the bathroom?
"...Is it really that serious?"
Xiao Ziyu started his professional ethics and showed the data to Fu Xixi: "Look, these data clearly show dependence."
Fu Xixi couldn't understand it at all, but it didn't sound fake, so he sat back obediently in Bo Zhanye's arms:
"I will stay with you and stay with you forever. After your treatment is completed, we will stay with your parents together."
Bo Zhanye smiled softly: "Well. Now you feed me?"
Fu Xixi nodded without hesitation: "Okay, let alone feeding you with a spoon, I am also willing to feed you with my mouth."
Xiao Ziyu: "..."
Do you want it to be this sweet?
Can you hand him a stick and knock him out?
...
On this day, there was news from Fu Ziyang and Fu Zijun - about the child.