C9 Ying'er Is Sick(1)

When Old Lady Huo saw this scene, how could she not understand? Young people were hot-blooded, and they lived together again. How could she bear it?

Feng Ying'er only felt her body become soft, and she even had an indescribable feeling that made her face instantly turn red.

She stretched out her hands and wanted to push Huo Ting away, but she did not know whether Old Lady Huo had left or not. She only used a little strength. She originally wanted to remind Huo Ting, but in Huo Ting's eyes, it seemed to be a response.

Huo Ting suddenly let go of her lips and moved from the corner of her mouth to the downstream. Feng Ying'er's voice trembled, "Mr. Huo..."

Her voice was soft, like a cat, and it made Huo Ting's heart itch.

"You haven't left yet. Cooperate with me!"

Huo Ting moved closer to Feng Ying'er's ear. The hot air blew into her ear, making her shiver.

"Ying'er..."

Huo Ting's voice carried a deep roar, as if he was forcefully enduring something. He was afraid that he could not control himself.

He quickly held up his hands and maintained a distance of half a meter from Feng Ying'er. The woman under him had a rosy face and had a different kind of beauty.

He propped up his hands from the bed and sat by the side of the bed. His voice was hoarse and low, "Let's go..."

Feng Ying'er immediately got up from the bed. Her face was red and her chest rose and fell continuously. Under the light of the night, the exquisite outline was revealed.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. It was so quiet that one could clearly hear the breathing of the two people. It was hurried and deep.

"Urgh..."

Feng Ying'er suddenly covered her mouth and suppressed the discomfort that suddenly surged up in her heart. But in the next second, she retched again. Even her throat and lungs felt extremely uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Huo Ting quickly leaned over and turned on the lamp at the bedside. Feng Ying'er's face was unusually red.

He touched Feng Ying'er's forehead. It was boiling hot.

"I have a fever. I will go and find some medicine for you!"

Huo Ting went into the small study room and searched for a while. He took the medicine and brought a cup of hot water over.

"Take the medicine first. You should be fine after sleeping."

Seeing Huo Ting put the medicine to her mouth, Feng Ying'er felt a little embarrassed. However, she, who was weak all over, could not raise her hand. She opened her mouth and ate the medicine from Huo Ting's palm.

The warm lips slid across his palm, making his heart itch and his body palpitate.

She handed the water over and watched as she slowly drank it. "It must be because you didn't rest well a few days ago. Today, the wind blew again. It was my fault."

"Hm..." Feng Ying'er lazily replied and her eyelids became somewhat heavy.

Huo Ting helped Feng Ying'er lie down and covered her with the blanket. Seeing that she closed her eyes and breathed steadily, he laid on the bed beside the bed and fell asleep.

When Feng Ying'er woke up the next morning, she felt much better. It was just that because she had caught a cold, her stomach still felt a little uncomfortable.

In the living room downstairs, other than Father Huo, who was managing the business outside, the rest of the people from Huo family were sitting at the dining table.

"Ah Ting, why isn't Ying'er awake yet? Go and call her over for breakfast!" Old Lady Huo looked at Liu Faang again and joked, "Young people need to be controlled. You have to eat on time!"

Liu Faang looked at her nose and heart but she scoffed in her heart. Who cares whose girlfriend she is now. Only by getting a marriage certificate and writing the wife of the person or person on the household register could it be counted as a number.

On the contrary, Huo Lei was not as broad-minded as Liu Faang. His hand that was holding the knife and fork turned white because of the force. His lowered face suppressed his anger.

"Grandma Huo..."

Feng Ying'er had just shouted when she noticed a few people looking at her. Huo Ting was wearing a casual shirt and eating his breakfast elegantly and coldly.

Old Lady Huo smiled and waved at her, "Ying'er, come and sit beside grandma."

Perhaps because she felt her gaze, she looked up and looked at her. The corner of her mouth curled into a smile and Feng Ying'er's face turned red as she nodded at him.

Feng Ying'er immediately shifted her gaze and sat on Grandma Huo's right side. At the same time, she also sat face to face with Huo Ting.

Lowering her head, she could still see Huo Ting's long and clearly defined large hand. It made her recall what happened last night and her face could not help but heat up.

Feng Ying'er hurriedly swallowed a piece of toast as if to conceal something.

Just as she swallowed it, she felt a surge in her stomach. The knife and fork in her hand loosened and fell on the dining table, making a clinking sound.

Covering her chest, she tilted her head to the side and began to retch.

Liu Faang was shocked and her heart was a little uncertain. She looked at Huo Lei with a questioning gaze, and Huo Lei also frowned with some doubt.

Huo Ting took the hot water, and as he helped Feng Ying'er follow her back, he handed the water over, "Drink some hot water. I will send you to the hospital later."

Old Lady Huo, however, swept a glance at Feng Ying'er's stomach and a trace of shrewdness flashed across her smiling eyes.

Feng Ying'er could not resist Old Lady Huo's enthusiasm and was pushed into the car. After going to the hospital, the doctor drove the medicine to warm her stomach and left the hospital.

Old Lady Huo tried her best to keep her stay for a few more days and said that it was about the news in A City and felt sorry for her. Feng Ying'er could not refuse and could only agree.

When they returned to Huo family, Old Lady Huo and Huo Lei's mother were sitting in the living room. When they saw Feng Ying'er and Huo Ting, they looked at them as if they were specially waiting for them to come back.