Chapter 55

Fu Shen Han's voice was a little light, "sweet."

Jiang Xiu: "pure milk is tasteless!

She put the cup back in a hurry, thought about it or asked: "do you want to drink milk, too?"

"Not interested." Fu Chenhan pinched her fingers, slowly kneaded: "so late, you can go to bed."

Jiang whew. She lifted her quilt and slid the collar of her pajamas to one side, revealing a long white neck and a lonely clavicle.

Fu Chenhan saw a red mole on the left side of her neck, which was gorgeous and almost enchanting. It was like a drop of blood falling in the snow-white milk. The beauty of it was very exciting.

Jiang Xiu is about to get into the quilt again, when suddenly a force strikes, and she is pressed on the soft floor by the whole person——

Ginger whew exclaimed.

Fu Chenhan slowly kneaded her neck, the pupil is dark, there is no extra color, just like him, people can't see the slightest emotion.

Jiang Xu was frightened and suspected that Fu Chenhan was going to cut her neck, but Fu Chenhan just rubbed her slowly, just like treating some precious porcelain.

Then, he lowered his eyes and slowly printed the red mole on her neck.

"..." Jiang Xu only felt that his skin was cold and hot when he was being kissed. The two feelings were intertwined and could drive people crazy.

Fu Chenhan bit the mole gently, and his voice was a little vague: "it's very beautiful."

Jiang Xiu's eyes were full of fog. It took a long time for her to react. Fu Chenhan said that she had a red mole. She didn't know how to respond to this praise, so she had to say foolishly: "thank you."

Fu Chenhan gave a low smile, and then intimately kissed the greasy skin. Suddenly, he lowered his head and found that there was a red mole on her lonely clavicle, which looked like a butterfly spreading its wings.

Snow white skin like milk, bright red will appear particularly dazzling.

Fu Shen's cold eyes sank and asked, "where else are there moles on the body? Well

Jiang Xu is in a daze: "on the back."

Fu Chenhan raised his hand to lift her pajamas.

Jiang Xu was startled and quickly recovered. He pressed the bottom of his pajamas to death and said, "Han, Han Yeh!"

Fu Shen Han laughed: "shy?"

"..." Jiang Xiu bit his lower lip and nodded.

Fu Chenhan also did not force, thumb rubbed the rouge mole on her neck, "then you say something nice."

Jiang Xu: "I'm not sure."

Fu Chenhan raised his eyebrows: "little friend, don't you know that when men are old, they like to listen to some nice words?"

Jiang Xu subconsciously: "but you are not old either!"

Fu Chenhan was successful to please, smirk twice: "small mouth is not very sweet?"

Jiang Xu: "is it so easy to coax!

She grabbed the hem of her pajamas, her cheeks flushed, her eyes watery looking at Fu Chenhan: "uncle, it's very late now, you're not well, you'd better go to bed."

Fu Shen Han looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, just a sound, a knock on the door suddenly sounded——

Fu Shen cold eyes from a bit of shadow, cold: "what's the matter?"

Outside the door was a plain voice: "Sir, the old lady is suddenly not well."

Fu Chenhan has no feelings for his grandmother. He can't be indifferent: "what's the matter with me?"

"The second young master sent someone to ask you to come. It seems that this time it's very serious, and the family doctor is at a loss. He is talking about going to the hospital. You'd better go and have a look!"

Fu Chenhan looked at the ground coldly for a while. Suddenly he turned his head to Jiang Xu and said, "children, change your clothes. Come with me."

Suddenly, Jiang Xiu of cue said: "ah?"

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Ten minutes later, Jiang Xu pushed Fu Chenhan to the old lady's yard.

Mrs. Fu knows that she is a very enjoyable person. Although her yard is not very big, whether it is plants or ornaments, they are very exquisite and valuable, and there are more than ten servants. If you come usually, you can see how big the old lady's rack is, but now, people in the yard are going crazy.

Seeing Fu Chenhan coming, all the people who were talking stopped talking. Fu Yishu's very cold face was frowning and his lips were tight. It was obvious that the old lady's condition was not very good.

Seeing Jiang Xu, he nodded politely and said to Fu Chenhan, "the family doctor said it might be a stroke. He should send it to the hospital immediately."

Compared with Fu Yishu, Fu ShenHan is more calm, just like the person who is dying is not his own grandmother. The servants who serve the old lady are filled with indignation, but dare not speak up.

Because the wind blew when he came, Fu Chenhan, who was already pale, now had no blood on his face. He looked coldly at the middle-aged doctor who was over 50 years old: "tell me about the disease."

The family doctor had been sweating for a long time. He didn't dare to look at Fu Chenhan. He said with trembling: "the old lady said this morning that she had a headache. After all, the old lady always had a headache, so the servants didn't come to me. Instead, they cooked a tranquil Soup for the old lady according to her instructions, At about two or three o'clock, the old lady asked all the servants to leave. When she took a nap, the servants didn't think much about it. However, when it was time for dinner at six o'clock in the evening, the old lady didn't ask anyone to come in. The servants thought it strange and went in to have a look. The old lady was already squinted and half paralyzed. They were so scared that they came to me quickly... "

The family doctor swallowed his saliva: "stroke has always been a menacing and urgent thing. If the old lady comes to me when she has a headache, I can stabilize her condition, but now... I really have to go to the hospital immediately!"

Fu Chenhan's expression did not change at all: "where are the people who take care of the old lady?"

A middle-aged woman knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Han Ye, it's me... It's me."

Jiang Xiu listened quietly all the time, looked at the woman, and found that she was the one she knew when she first came to the Fu family. It seemed that she was called aunt Lin.

But at this moment, aunt Lin had no arrogance in front of Jiang Xiu. Her head was full of cold sweat, her body was shaking like chaff, and her voice was shaking: "it's my fault! I didn't take good care of the old lady... "

Fu Shen Han looked at her lightly and said without expression: "it's not your fault, or whose fault?"

Aunt Lin was scared to tears, for fear that this evil spirit would shoot her head in the next second.

Ginger pursed her lips and looked at the bed.