Fu Rong looked at the man with a red face around him, thought for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "the Lord is not well. If you need to, just give me orders." He's her fiance. He's sick. If she doesn't care about it, will he have to be angry?

"Pour tea." Xu Jin closed his eyes.

Fu Rong picked up the teapot from the shelf, worried that the carriage would bump and the tea would be spilled. He poured only half a cup of tea and held it carefully in front of Xu Jin: "OK, let's drink it, Lord."

When Xu Jin looked at her, he didn't mean to ask her to feed her. He took the tea and threw it up.

"Any more?" Fu Rong looked at his face and asked.

Xu Jin is really thirsty, "pour another cup, full."

Fu Rong obeyed his orders.

After drinking two cups in a row, Xu Jin was much more comfortable, but he still frowned, looked at Fu Rong and asked her, "can you knead for others? If you can, help me rub my forehead. I have a headache

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Rong couldn't help wondering whether he was really uncomfortable or pretending to be. First, he deliberately took a long way, and now he was ill

But what does that matter?

Xu Jin is really uncomfortable. It is rare for him to take the initiative to speak. She just takes this opportunity to ease the relationship between them. Xu jinruo is pretending that he wants to get close to her. He just needs a step. In that case, Fu Rong can't get it.

Under the gaze of the man's inquiry, Fu Rong's face slowly turned red, "will, will point, just afraid of serving bad, make the Lord angry."

"Try it. If you can't, you won't have to." Xu Jin was very tired and closed his eyes again.

She sat down on her knees and said in a soft voice, "please lie down and have a rest, so that you can be more comfortable and I can serve him easily."

Instead, Xu Jin leaned toward the corner and patted the position between his thigh and the carriage board: "I feel dizzy and don't want to move. You come here."

Fu Rong's eyes moved to the other side.

The place was small enough for her.

But she also understood that Xu Jin pretended to be ill and took Qiao.

But who let others be princes?

Hesitating for a moment, Fu Rong murmured well, then raised her skirt, knelt on the couch, and slowly approached. Seeing Xu Jin motionless, Feng's eyes closed, Fu Rong slightly backward when his knee touched his thigh. He raised his hand to help him rub his forehead, but found a layer of fine sweat on the man's forehead.

It's too hot for her to sit in the car. He must be sweating when he is out in the sun.

Fu Rong was disgusted in his heart and didn't show it on his face. He felt his handkerchief to wipe the sweat for the man first. Because his voice was soft and soft, he was more tender and touched the heartstrings. "The Lord has been working hard all the way. When I help the Lord to rub his forehead, the Lord might as well go back to the Palace first. I'll take a car with Mei Xiang to go home."

"No, I have something to tell your father." Xu Jin whispered.

He closed his eyes, Fu Rong looked at him unscrupulously. He noticed that he was quietly swallowing his saliva when he was talking. Fu Rong laughed clearly. He put away his handkerchief, put his hands into his hair, leaving only the thumbs on both sides outside, and gently kneaded for him, "so, does the Lord feel better?"

Xu Jin said "um".

Fu Rong stopped talking.

He raised his left hand and was about to hold her when the girl on the forehead suddenly took it back.

Xu Jin put down his hand and opened his eyes in doubt.

Fu Rong was really tired. Her face was red and her nose was covered with tiny beads of sweat, but she didn't stop because she was tired. He knelt down obediently beside the man. Fu Rong blinked and looked at Xu Jin for a moment. Then he lowered his head and said around the silk handkerchief in his hand: "the Lord asked me to serve him. Isn't he angry with me?"

She was willing to be soft. No matter whether she was sincere or not, Xu Jin just needed to get close to her steps. After a moment of silence, she asked, "what's angry with you?"

Fu Rong bit his lips and looked up at him with a guilty heart: "because the Lord wants to punish Wu Shizi for me, I will say that you will repay me if you have a bad word. The Lord is so angry that he ignores me and asks for the jade pendant back."

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