Chapter 151： Memory recovery (1/2)

The sky is spinning.

The world plunged into a boundless darkness.

Qing Qing is like a wandering soul, floating in this dark and desperate situation.

She could sense her body, but she couldn't wake up.

Been pressed by a ghost?

She would struggle to wake up when she encountered a ghost press before, but this time Qingqing didn't have that thought.

Forget it, she can still sleep on her back anyway.

Now she just wants to think about one question.

Is it a failure to be a man?

How did she get to where she is today?

The relationship between husband and wife is cold, the relationship between mother and child is rigid, and the siblings quarrel at first sight, just like enemies.

Perplexed, Qingqing suddenly fell asleep like this, and it felt good to never wake up again.

The depression is only a moment. Gu Qingqing is not a person who dare not face the reality. She soon encouraged herself and slowly cheered herself up.

With one pair of hands, passed through her back and the curve of her legs, and hugged her firmly and forcefully.

The drowsy Qing Qing was stimulated by the body's touch and soon showed signs of awakening.

The feeling of ghost press is gradually fading.

When being held and carefully placed on the soft bed, Qingqing woke up.

Unprepared, they met Fu Heng.

Seeing his little wife looking straight at him, Fu Heng smiled and raised his hand to smooth her messy long hair.

"Continue to sleep when you are still sleepy. I don't dislike you for not having a bath."

"I hate it," Qing Qing said. She woke up, got up by herself, bypassed Fu Heng and entered the bathroom.

The cold water poured straight from head to toe, and the drenched dress was attached to the body, drawing a **** curve.

It is a pity that the owner has no intention of admiring himself, only closed his eyes and raised his head to accept the baptism of cold water.

It is only April, and the weather is gradually warming up, but it is far from the season when you can take a cold shower.

Moreover, Qingqing's body is cold, even in summer, she always washes in warm water.

But she just wanted to calm down her dazed brain.

Accepting too many memories at a time, the chaotic head is like an over-running machine, scary with high temperature, and faint smoke.

After rushing for a full half an hour, until Fu Heng realized that Qing Qing had washed too long, he came to knock on the door and asked. Qing Qing closed the sluice smoothly, took off his wet clothes, and casually put on a clean long nightdress in the basket.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, a icy breath rushed over his face.

Fu Heng furrowed his eyebrows, and he reached out his hand to clasp Qingqing's slender wrist, and his skin was cold and bitter.

"Did you take cold water?" Fu Heng stared at his unbehaved wife with a slight reproach: "You have been your childhood in a few years. Now you take a cold bath, and you will feel sore by then, how can you not care about your body so much?"

He is like an old father who is worried about his daughter, and he keeps on teaching endlessly.

The moment Qing Qing was grasped by Fu Heng's palm, he shivered by the hot temperature.

She subconsciously wanted to get rid of Fu Heng's hand, but he subconsciously grasped it tighter and couldn't get rid of it.

"I'm fine."

Realizing that he could not fight Fu Heng if he was tough enough, Qingqing reluctantly pulled out a smile, stretched out his hand and gently grasped Fu Heng's big palm against her, carefully freeing her hand.

"It's just too tired to forget to boil hot water."

An unconcerned explanation, but Fu Heng could only choose to believe it.

"Then go to rest early."

He could not refuse to let Qingqing go to sleep.

"Okay." Qingqing was bored and couldn't get the energy to do anything. He didn't want to say anything to Fu Heng, so he simply followed his words and lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

I thought that this would be able to avoid talking, but as Fu Heng's big hand wrapped in a towel was covered, Qing Qing still avoided uncomfortably.

She only acted subconsciously, and did not notice that Fu Heng's movements were impenetrable.

Immediately restored to nature.

"You have to dry your hair to sleep, otherwise you will have a headache."

Regardless of his wife's rejection or acceptance, he just wiped her long hair blindly.

Benefiting from the blessing of taking care of the ‘child’ over the past year, Fu Heng can be regarded as handy in taking care of Qingqing.

With his moderate strength and skillful techniques, Qingqing quickly lay down obediently, like a cat that was successfully smoothed after being blown up.

Fu Heng almost wiped Qingqing's hair half dry. Seeing that she was drowsy again, he picked up the hair dryer on the bedside table to blow her hair.

Until the hair was completely dry, the little wife almost fell asleep.

Put away the hair dryer, leaned over, and kissed lovingly on the top of his wife's hair.

Expecting no response, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

As soon as the water valve opened, the icy cold water gushed out, and even a big man like Fu Heng couldn't help but arouse his spirits at the temperature, let alone his already cold wife.

But Fu Heng didn't increase the temperature, but took a slow bath according to the water temperature.

If someone took a stopwatch to time the time, they would be surprised to find that Fu Heng's bath time was about the same as Qing Qing, and the difference was no more than five minutes.

Came out of the bathroom with cold water vapor, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and raised the temperature.

The Qingqing in the quilt was so hot that he couldn't help but toss slightly, and his feet moved, trying to kick the quilt away.

Seeing that the quilt was about to be kicked, it was badly covered back, and the edge of the plug was carefully stuffed to ensure that it was tightly pressed and would never be kicked away easily.

"Hot..." Qing Qing muttered dazedly.

At this moment, the quilt was lifted, and an icy body approached her, and the mattress sank slightly.

A faint sweat came out of his forehead, and Qing Qing subconsciously followed the cold source and leaned up comfortably.

It's like hugging an ice cube in the summer of forty degrees, so comfortable that people can't help but sigh.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear a deep laughter, and then the sultry temperature around her gradually disappeared, but Qing Qing, who had already fallen asleep, did not release the pillow in her arms.

Even though she was a little aware that the shape and feel of the pillow were not right, but the sleepy brain was obviously not working.

After sleeping until three poles in the sun, the awakened Qingqing subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall, then was frightened awake, and suddenly sat up straight.

Doesn't she usually get up at six?

I overslept today, and I didn't finish the morning jog in the morning!

Qingqing, who was rushing to get out of bed, recalled the memory of this year after he knew it, only to realize that the biological clock that he had formed for many years had long been disrupted into a ball of wool.

The ball of yarn that was played by the cat has been messed up.

Rubbing her forehead, she sighed and resigned herself to get up to eat breakfast or lunch.

No matter what the meal, she is hungry anyway.

As for the biological clock, it can only be adjusted a little later.

Wearing slippers downstairs, Qingqing thought that the nanny would be busy in the kitchen, but unexpectedly saw an unexpected figure inside.