Back home, the servant had already prepared dinner.
Fu Nuan looked at the table full of good dishes, all her favorite, but she had no appetite.
She was still thinking about the afternoon, and she didn't know what happened to the injured children
And Fu Siro, was she caught
"I'm not serious about eating."
The man chuckled her vegetables with a chuckle, his brows were tender and petting.
She knew that he was diverting her attention, but the picture just now shrouded her heart like a cloud, lingering.
"Dad, what happened to Mom?"
Xiao Nuo didn't know why, watching her mother wandering while eating, he started to "educate" seriously.
"Mom, be serious when you eat, or you will suffer from indigestion!"
The little guy didn't know where he heard the theory, and he gave Fu Nuan a decent "class".
The woman smiled and shook her head helplessly, and had to swallow a few mouthfuls of food.
"Don't think about it, eh?"
The comfort of tolerance, to her, is very warm, but...
"If I can handle this in a more appropriate way, maybe today..."
"It has nothing to do with you."
The man's eyes were deep, staring into her eyes earnestly.
"A frantic person like her, no matter how you prevent it, you can't avoid it. Don't blame yourself, she will get the trial she deserves."
The trial, there are only these two words at present, which can make Fu Nuan feel better.
This time, Fu Sirou didn't want to come out to harm people again. Intentionally hurting people, causing social chaos, at least is also a prison disaster for decades.
Fu Nuan sighed and nodded slightly.
Xiao Nuo didn't know what the adults were talking about. After dinner, he took her mother's hand and accompanied her back to the room to play Papa Xiong.
…
In the room, the little guy was holding Papa Xiong, leaning his head on Big Bear’s belly, and said something faintly: "Big Bear, Big Bear, you must always be good friends with Xiao Nuo! Xiao Nuo will share everything that tastes good. Give you!"
The child's world will always be so innocent, as if there are no worries.
I hope that those injured children will get better today, and I hope that things will not leave a shadow in their hearts.
"Mom! Aren't you going to play with Dad?"
Hearing what his daughter said, Fu Nuan was startled, play
Rong Yu is such an adult, do you still need to play with him
"What do you mean?"
Rong Xiaonuo chuckled and said: "The maid said that I am a good boy, and I can't disturb my parents at night, so Xiaonuo will soon have younger siblings!
The younger siblings can be her little friends and play with Big Bear together!
Fu Nuan:...
Brother and sister, this is too far away.
The woman is ashamed, the maid is really...
Later, she played with Xiao Nuo for a short time, and the little guy fell asleep leaning on the big bear.
Fu Nuan called her name softly, but did not respond, put her daughter on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and exited the room.
Passing by the study, Rong Yu was still busy with a warm yellow light from the crack of the door.
The woman went downstairs to make a cup of tea in person and sent it to President Rong, who has a lot of opportunities.
"In."
Hearing the answer, Fu Nuan opened the door and walked in with very little motion. He walked in with a teacup steadily, and brought the door along the way.
Rong Yu thought he was a servant, and didn't care too much. He didn't hear anyone talking for a while, so he looked up.
I saw his wife standing in front of his desk, holding tea cups in both hands, and the warm yellow light reflected her face, tender and charming.
He stopped his work and pulled the woman to his side, gently wrapping her waist.
Fu Nuan put the teacup lightly on the table and nestled in her husband's arms.
She seems to rely on him too much, but what's the matter, she just likes the feeling of being by his side.
There is no solution to this matter.
"How come here?"
The man asked knowingly, looked at the steaming tea cup on the table, and made no secret of the teasing in his words.
He liked her appearance very much, she looked extremely peaceful, as if she was a good helper who washed his hands and made soup.
Well, the wife he tolerates must go to the hall and the kitchen.
"Xiao Nuo fell asleep, I'll come over and see you."
Fu Nuan Yuguang glanced at the cup of tea, and motioned: "I made it myself, try it?"
The man took a sip, and the fragrance of tea lingered on his lips for a long time.
"How?"
There was a little hope in the watery eyes, like a child waiting to be praised.
"Not bad."
"Can't you praise me with a few more words?"
Fu Nuan complained with dissatisfaction: "Professor Rong, you are a senior professor at the National College, can you not be so stingy?"
"How do you want me to boast?"
"Use your literary qualities, you can boast!"
The woman raised her face and looked at him with her hands on her cheeks, with an expression of "I'm ready and compliment me".
Rong and faintly smile, do a thinking state.
After a while, he clutched the woman in his arms and whispered in a low voice: "No matter how gorgeous rhetoric is, it's not enough to praise you, it's not as good as actual action."
"Ok?"
Fu Nuan is puzzled, take action? I don't want to, this raised his head, right in his arms.
He lowered his head, and a kiss fell on her lips.
"What are you doing..."
Fu Nuan was dissatisfied with wiping her red lips, but forgot that the lipstick on her lips had not been removed yet. With such a wiping, she instantly became a cat face.
The man looked at her with interest, he couldn't help being amused. He raised his hand to wipe her clean, but was mistaken by the woman to think that he would come again, and reflexively pushed his hand away.
"hiss--"
The woman was stunned when she heard the sound of Rong Yu's inhaling air-conditioning.
"No, I didn't use much effort. When did you become so vulnerable?"
"what did you say?"
Fragile, she even used this word to describe a man.
There was a deep sense of danger in the man's eyes, and Fu Nuan hurriedly stopped, feeling that something was wrong.
Could it be... he was injured
Thinking of the situation at the entrance of the kindergarten in the afternoon, she had nothing to do, patronizing the sadness of the spring and autumn, why did she forget to protect her face all the time
"Are you hurt?"
He pursed his thin lips lightly, and his face was calm and light.
"No."
"I don't believe it, you let me see."
She bit her lower lip lightly, not intending to be fooled by him so easily.
"Take my clothes off and let me have a look. I have to see it before I believe it!"
Fu Nuan stared at him stubbornly, with a sense of not letting him go if he didn't show it.
There was a low sigh in the ear, and he unbuttoned his shirt.
There were several abrasions on his arm, varying in depth, and the blood stains had dried up, forming a thin layer of dark red scabs.
"you… "
Fu Nuan wanted to reach out and touch him, but afraid of hurting him, she retracted her hand and opened her mouth in a bewilderment, her voice trembling.
"Why don't you tell me if you are injured?"
"It's okay."
He held her face tenderly.
"It's not serious, don't worry."
Fu Nuan shook his head, turned around and ran out of the study, not long before returning with the medicine kit.
"I will give you medicine."
She squatted down, found the disinfectant and cotton swab from the medicine box, squeezed a little, and smeared it carefully and carefully.
Applying the slightly cool ointment, in fact, this little injury is not a big deal to Rongyu.
It's just that the little woman in front of him, with her gentle movements and cautious expression, disturbed his mind. The wound was not only itchy, but also slightly hot...