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Chapter 55 I've had a stroke

Fu Chenhan's voice was a little light, "Sweet."

Jiang Xiu: ""Pure milk obviously has no taste!

She put the cup back in a hurry, and after thinking about it, she still asked, "Do you want to drink milk too?"

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

Jiang Xiu said, tilted her head and took off her quilt. The collar of her pajamas slid to the side, revealing a piece of white and slender neck and lonely collarbone.

Fu Chenhan saw a red mole that was nearly enchanting on the left side of her neck, like a drop of blood falling into the snow-white milk, which was so beautiful that it made people feel excited.

Jiang Xiu was about to get into the quilt again, when suddenly a force came, and she was pressed on the soft floor by someone.

Jiang Xiu exclaimed.

Fu Chenhan slowly kneaded her neck, her pupils were invisible with thick blackness, without any extra color, just like him, making people unable to see any emotion.

Jiang Xiu was frightened and suspected that Fu Chenhan was going to cut off her neck, but Fu Chenhan just rubbed her slowly, as if he was treating some precious porcelain.

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

""Jiang Xiu only felt that his kissed skin was cold and hot, and the two feelings were intertwined, which could drive people crazy.

Fu Chenhan gently bit the red mole, his voice a little vague: "It's very beautiful."

Jiang Xiu's eyes were covered with mist, and it took a while before he realized that Fu Chenhan was talking about her red mole. She didn't know how to respond to this kind of praise, so she had to say foolishly: "Thank you."

Fu Chenhan smiled softly, and kissed the smooth skin affectionately. When he suddenly lowered his head, he realized that there was a beautiful red mole on her collarbone that was so lonely that she was like a butterfly spreading her wings.

On the snow-white skin, bright red will look particularly charming and dazzling.

Fu Chenhan's eyes sank and he asked, "Where are there any moles on his body? Hum?"

Jiang Xiu was confused: "On the back."

Fu Chenhan raised his hand and was about to lift her pajamas.

Jiang Xiu was startled and quickly came back to her senses. She pressed the hem of her pajamas tightly, and said with a red face: "Han, Master Han!"

Fu Chenhan smiled: "Shy?"

"" Jiang Xiu nodded with her lower lip.

Fu Chenhan didn't force himself, and his thumb rubbed the rouge mole on her neck, "Then you can say something nice."

Jiang Xiu: ""

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

Jiang Xiu subconsciously: "But you are not old!"

Fu Chenhan was successfully pleased and smiled twice: "Isn't the little mouth quite sweet?"

Jiang Xiu: ""Is it so easy to coax!

She grabbed the hem of her pajamas, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were moist: "Uncle, it's too late now. You're in poor health, so hurry up and go to bed."

Fu Chenhan looked at the time and it was almost ten o'clock. He just huhed and knocked on the door suddenly rang.

Fu Chenhan's eyes were a little dark, and he was cold: "What's the matter?"

There was a plain voice outside the door: "Master, the old lady suddenly got into trouble."

Fu Chenhan had no feelings for his grandmother, and was so cold: "What's my business?"

Pingwu said: "The Second Young Master sent someone to invite you over. It seems that this time it is quite serious. The family doctor is at a loss and is discussing transferring to the hospital. You might as well go over and take a look!"

Fu Chenhan looked at the ground with cold eyebrows and eyes for a while, and suddenly turned his head to Jiang Xiu and said, "Children, my clothes have changed, go with me."

Jiang Xiu was suddenly cueed: "Ah?"

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

At first glance, Old Mrs. Fu knew that she was a very enjoyable person. Although her yard was not very big, both plants and ornaments were very exquisite and exquisite, and there were even more than a dozen servants. If she came here, she would probably see how big the old lady was. But now, everyone in the yard was crazy.

Seeing that Fu Chenhan was coming, the few people who were talking about something stopped talking. Fu Yishu's cold face frowned and his lips were pursed. It was obvious that the old lady was in a bad condition.

When he saw Jiang Xiu, he nodded politely and said to Fu Chenhan: "The family doctor said it might be a stroke and he should be sent to the hospital immediately."

Compared to Fu Yishu, Fu Chenhan was much calmer, just like the one who was in his life was not his own grandmother. The servants who served the old lady were a little indignant, but they dared not speak out.

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

The family doctor was already sweating profusely, and he didn't dare to look at Fu Chenhan, and said tremblingly: "The old lady said that she had a headache this morning. After all, the old lady had always had headaches, so the servants did not come to me. Instead, they cooked Ning Xinjingshen's soup according to the old lady's instructions and gave it to the old lady. At about two or three o'clock, the old lady asked all the servants to leave and took a nap by themselves. The servants didn't think much about it, but when it was time to have supper at 6 o'clock in the evening, the old lady had not asked anyone to go in. The servants felt strange, so they went in and looked in. The old lady was already crooked at this time and he was paralyzed. They were shocked, so they came to find me quickly."

The family doctor swallowed: "Stroke has always been very aggressive and has a critical illness. If the old lady has a headache, she will come to me. I can stabilize the condition, but now I can only send it 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 on the ground with a plop: "Master Han, it's me."

Jiang Xiu kept listening quietly, looking at the woman, and found that she was still a person she knew. When she first came to Fu's house, the one who asked her to take off her clothes and test her body seemed to be called Aunt Lin.

But at this moment, Aunt Lin was completely out of her arrogant attitude in front of Jiang Xiu, her head was covered with cold sweat, her body was shaking like a sieve, and even her voice trembled: "Mr. Han is my fault! It's me that I haven't taken good care of the old lady."

Fu Chenhan glanced at her lightly and said expressionlessly: "It's not your fault, or who's the fault?"

Aunt Lin was so scared that she burst into tears, fearing that the evil god would shoot her head in the next second.
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