Fu Yancheng got the painkillers and then went to get a glass of water. He turned around and saw her lying on the sofa with no strength. His mind paused for a moment, and some pictures vaguely passed by, but he couldn't remember what they were.
What.
"have eaten."
He forced the pill in, but Sheng Mian was in so much pain that he couldn't even realize it. He spit it out with the tip of his tongue.
Fu Yancheng frowned and didn't have much patience. He directly held the pill with his fingertips and fed it deep into her throat.
She seemed to want to vomit, so he retracted his fingertips and then covered her mouth forcefully.
Sheng Mian frowned and looked at her, her fair forehead covered with sweat.
Fu Yancheng lowered his eyes and saw that his hand was covering her mouth. The two fingertips that had just entered her mouth were still wet from her saliva.
His mysophobia did not attack, and he even found this scene a bit lewd.
He quickly let go of his hand, thinking for a long time without remembering how he had been entangled with her before.
He picked up the water eagerly and poured it into her mouth.
Sheng Mian almost choked, coughed hard several times, and wanted to vomit, but nothing came out.
Fu Yancheng turned on the air conditioner in the house and brought a blanket.
He didn't have the energy to take care of others, especially when he thought that this woman might have had a relationship with him, he felt a little anxious.
For some reason, his subconscious always told himself that he was not the type to have relationships with women so easily.
In the past two days, my body has not even been able to control the murderous intention. After briefly understanding the situation of the Fu family, I knew who sent those who were chasing him.
Because they have lost their memory, hypocritical people have all taken off their masks.
But he wasn't sad at all. He probably didn't feel any family affection at all in the Fu family.
He sat down aside, took out his computer, and continued working regardless of Sheng Mian who was still retching next to him.
Sheng Mian vomited for a while and her clothes were all wet.
When he gave me water just now, he was just irrigating me.
Now she just feels cold, and because of her menstrual period, her lower body is probably in a mess, her whole body is sticky, and she feels extremely uncomfortable.
"Mr. Fu, do you have any sanitary napkins?"
She held on, grabbed a pillow and held it in her arms, trying to relieve the pain.
Fu Yancheng's fingertips, which were still tapping on the keyboard, paused for a moment, "What?"
"sanitary napkin."
Her voice became hoarse, she covered her face in the pillow, and shivered slightly all over.
Fu Yancheng was a little impatient and quickly called Qi Shen, but Qi Shen didn't answer.
The corner of her clothes was grabbed by a white hand, and her voice was very weak.
"Can you please go to the supermarket next to the hotel and buy two packs?"
Fu Yancheng slapped her hand away, and he was so angry that he just wanted her to get out.
But she was so tender. Just being patted like this made the back of her hand turn red.
All the words were blocked in his chest. He frowned, pushed the computer aside, and went straight downstairs.
But when he entered the elevator, he felt a little regretful. Why did he have to go to this point? Wasn't it just a woman he had slept with before?
The relationship between the two ended long ago.
I was thinking this in my mind, but my feet had already arrived at the door of the supermarket.
He had never bought anything like this before, and looking at the dazzling array of products, he didn't know what to choose.
He took out his cell phone and called Sheng Mian.
Sheng Mian didn't have the strength to answer the phone at this moment, so she curled up her fingertips and slowly pressed the answer button.
"Mr. Fu."
"Which brand do you want?"
There are too many of these brands.
"Just do whatever you want."
"Long or short?"
Sheng Mian was in so much pain that she felt like her stomach was churning and her intestines were starting to get knotted.
"Just do whatever you want, Mr. Fu, buy whatever you want."
Fu Yancheng's eyebrows twisted again, and he casually picked up the nearest package.
But the shopping guide came over at this time and saw a handsome man standing in front of the sanitary napkin shelf. A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she quickly asked, "Hello, do you need any help?"
Fu Yancheng's face looked a bit foul.
When the shopping guide saw that he was holding a pad, he quickly explained, "Just buying this is not enough. It depends on how much blood your girlfriend has. How many packs does she want you to buy?"
Fu Yancheng has lived for twenty-four years and feels a little ashamed for the first time.
The shopping guide casually took a pack of night wear and matched it with a pack of daily wear, "Sir, please choose these pajamas."
He didn't even know what pajama pants were, so he just grabbed a few more packs and went to the front desk to check out.
The shopping guide started selling again, "Do you need this brown sugar ginger tea? If her stomach feels uncomfortable, just make it for her to drink."
He didn't hesitate and bought a few more packs.
Returning to the room with a bag in hand, he saw Sheng Mian lying on the side, not knowing whether he fainted or fell asleep.