C275 It's Not Serious Don't Worry
C275 It's Not Serious Don't Worry
Fu Nuan looked at the table full of good dishes. They were all her favorite dishes, but she did not have any appetite.
She was still thinking about the afternoon matter and did not know how those injured children were doing.
And Fu Sirou, was she caught?
"She did not even take her meal seriously. "
The man smiled as he picked up some food for her. There was tenderness and indulgence between his brows.
She knew that he was trying to divert her attention, but the scene just now was like a dark cloud that shrouded her heart. She could not get rid of it.
"Dad, what's wrong with Mom?"
Xiaonuo did not understand. She looked at her mother who was distracted while eating and started to 'educate' her seriously.
"Mom, you have to be serious when eating. Otherwise, you will not be able to digest well!"
The little fellow did not know where he heard the theory and acted like a proper "lesson" for Fu Nuan.
The woman smiled and shook her head helplessly. She had no choice but to swallow a few mouthfuls of food.
"Don't think too much, huh?"
Rong Yu's consolation, to her, sounded very warm, but. . .
"If I can use a more appropriate way to deal with this matter, perhaps today. . . "
"This has nothing to do with you. "
The man's eyes were deep as he earnestly stared into her eyes.
"She's such a crazy person. No matter how we defend against her, we can't avoid her. Don't blame yourself. She will be judged. "
At present, there was only this word for judgment. It could make Fu Nuan feel better.
This time, Fu Sirou will not come out to harm people again. Intentionally injuring people and causing chaos in society was at least a prison disaster for decades.
Fu Nuan sighed and nodded slightly.
Xiaonuo did not know what the adults were talking about. After dinner, she pulled her mother's hand and accompanied her back to her room to play with the lying bear.
. . .
In the room, the little guy was hugging the lying bear. He leaned his head against the bear's belly and muttered, "Big bear, you have to be good friends with Xiaonuo! Whatever good food Xiaonuo has, she will give it to you!"
The child's world was always so innocent and innocent, as if there were no worries.
I hope that those injured children will recover today, and I hope that there is something that will not leave a shadow in their hearts.
"Mom! Aren't you going to play with Dad?"
Fu Nuan was stunned when she heard her daughter's words. Play?
Rong Yu was already an adult. Did he still need to play with her?
"What do you mean?"
Rong Xiaonuo laughed and said, "The maids and aunties said that I am a good child and that I cannot disturb father and mother at night. This way, Xiaonuo will have a younger brother and sister!
Younger brother and sister can be her little friends and play with Big Bear!
Fu Nuan:. . . "
Little brother and little sister, this is too far-fetched.
The woman blushed with shame. The maids and aunties were really. . .
After she played with Xiaonuo for a while, the little guy fell asleep leaning against the big bear.
Fu Nuan lightly called her name and did not have any reaction. She carried her daughter to the bed and covered her with a blanket before leaving the room.
As he passed by the study room, a warm yellow light shone through the crack of the door. Rong Yu was still busy.
The woman went downstairs to personally make a cup of tea and sent it to President Rong, who was busy every day.
"Come in. "
Fu Nuan heard an agreement and pushed open the door to enter. Her movements were very small. She steadily walked in with a cup of tea and conveniently closed the door.
Rong Yu thought that it was a servant and did not care too much. He did not hear anyone speak for a long time before he looked up.
He saw his wife standing in front of his desk, holding the teacup with both hands. The warm yellow light shone on her face, gentle and lovely.
He stopped his work, pulled the woman to his side, and gently wrapped her around her waist.
Fu Nuan lightly placed the teacup on the table and snuggled in her husband's arms.
She seemed to be too dependent on him, but why did it feel like she liked to stay by his side?
There was no solution to this matter.
"Why are you here?"
The man asked even though he knew the answer. He looked at the hot tea cup on the table and did not conceal the teasing in his words.
He liked her appearance very much. She looked extremely quiet and seemed to be a good wife who washed her hands and made soup for him.
Yes, Rong Yu's wife would definitely be able to enter the hall and the kitchen.
"Xiaonuo fell asleep. I came to see you. "
Fu Nuan glanced at the cup of tea and gestured with her mouth, "I made it myself. Try it?"
The man took a sip and the fragrance of the tea lingered on his lips, not dissipating for a long time.
"How is it?"
His eyes, which were as gentle as water, carried a bit of hope. He was like a little child waiting to be praised.
"Not bad. "
"Can't you use a few more words to praise me?"
Fu Nuan complained unhappily, "Prof. Rong, you are a senior professor of National Academy. Can you not be so stingy with your words?"
"How do you want me to praise you?"
"Use your literary skills to praise you!"
The woman raised her head and looked at him with her hands supporting her cheeks. She had an expression that said, "I'm ready to praise me. "
Rong Yu smiled and did not say anything. He acted as if he was thinking.
After a moment, he held the woman in his arms and whispered. "No matter how beautiful the rhetoric is, it is not enough to praise you. It is better to take action. "
"Hm?"
Fu Nuan did not understand. Actual action? Unexpectedly, this lift of his head was exactly what he wanted.
He lowered his head and a kiss happened to land on her lips.
"What are you doing. . . "
Fu Nuan wiped her red lips unhappily but forgot that the lipstick on her lips had yet to be removed. With this wipe, her face instantly turned into a cat's face.
The man looked at her with great interest and could not help but laugh. He raised his hand to help her wipe it clean but was misunderstood by the woman that he still wanted to come again. He instinctively pushed his hand away.
"Hiss -"
Hearing the sound of Rong Yu taking in a cold breath, the woman was stunned.
"No way, I didn't use much strength. When did you become so weak? "
"What did you say?"
Weakness, she actually used it? This was a word to describe a man.
The man's eyes revealed a deep meaning of danger. Fu Nuan hurriedly shut her mouth and vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Could it be that. . . He was injured?
Thinking about the situation at the kindergarten entrance in the afternoon, she was completely fine. She was only focused on hurting the spring and the autumn. Why did she forget Rong Yu who had always protected her?
"Are you hurt?"
He pursed his thin lips and had a carefree expression on his face.
"No. "
"I don't believe it. Let me take a look. "
She bit her lower lip, not wanting to be fooled by him so easily.
"Take off your clothes and let me take a look. I have to take a look before I believe it!"
Fu Nuan stubbornly stared at him, as if she would not let him go if he did not see it.
A low sigh came from beside her ear. Rong Yu unbutton his shirt.
There were several abrasions on his arm. The depths were different, and the blood had dried up, forming a thin layer of dark red scab.
"You. . . "
Fu Nuan wanted to reach out to touch him but was afraid of hurting him. She pulled her hand back and opened her mouth at a loss as her voice trembled.
"Why didn't you say it when you were injured?"
"I'm fine. "
He gently lifted her face.
"It's not serious, don't worry. "
Fu Nuan shook her head, turned around and ran out of the study. Not long after, she returned with the medical kit.
"I will apply the medicine for you. "
She squatted down and found disinfectant and cotton swabs from the medical kit. She squeezed a little and carefully applied them.
To Rong Yu, these minor injuries were nothing.
It was just that the gentle movements of the little woman in front of him and her careful demeanor made him feel uneasy. Not only was the wound itchy, it was also slightly hot.