Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 753 If You Like It, Ask

"Bell, it's the sound of a bell, Fubao, please don't go, please don't go--" Meng Bujiu used all his strength to sit up and hugged Jiang Fubao.

Jiang Fubao's eyes widened and his face started to get hot.

"Brother Bujiu, what are you doing? I don't want to leave." She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't. It was unbelievable that even though he was so thin, he still had so much strength.

"Fubao, don't go. I don't want you to go. I will feel uncomfortable if you leave." Meng Bujiu put Jiang Fubao's hand on his chest and sobbed.

Jiang Fubao's face became even hotter, like a newly ripe hawthorn.

The four people outside the door had different expressions.

Dong Qingyuan was a little confused, Meng Zhili curled his lips, Dong Wei stroked his beard with a relaxed expression, and Granny Rong was the most exaggerated, she almost covered her mouth and laughed, her teeth were exposed.

"This kid finally made it clear. I just don't know how Fubao will react." Meng Zhili had long seen through his son's mind.

His son is slow to understand and has no idea what love is.

If brothers and sisters fall in love, their feelings will change, and they may not even be aware of it.

"Don't stand there for too long. Let Fubao make her own choice. Both of them are my good children. If Fubao doesn't like it, no one can force her to agree. I want Fubao to be happy all her life." Dong Wei's face suddenly became stern.

"That's natural. My left and right hands are both my dearest flesh and blood. If Fubao doesn't agree, even my own son won't agree," said Dong Qingyuan.

Meng Zhili also nodded.

The couple had an idea.

Granny Rong smiled but said nothing. Although she was not married, she saw things more clearly than anyone else.

Fubao is a child who has no guilt in his heart.

There is a piece of paper covering the eyes of both of them, and it depends on who will tear it first. Judging from the scene just now, the one who tears the paper will not be punished.

Inside the house, Meng Bujiu finally woke up. It turned out that he was not dreaming, Fubao really came back.

Both of them were silent, and Meng Bujiu knew what he had just done.

Both of them had red and hot faces, and in the end it was Meng Bujiu who spoke first.

"Fubao, you've lost weight."

"Brother Bujiu, you just talk nonsense. I've been back for a long time. Grandma asks my second sister to make delicious food for me every day. I'm fatter than when I left. Look, I have fat on my face."

Jiang Fubao stretched his face out, wanting Meng Bujiu to see it.

As a result, Meng Bujiu reached out and pinched it.

"Fortunately, she doesn't have much flesh on her body, not fat at all. She is still the most beautiful little Fubao in Lianshan Town."

Meng Bujiu chuckled, and the remaining warmth in his hand lingered for a long time.

"Tsk tsk, who did Brother Bujiu learn this smooth talk from? It seems like I'm going to have a sister-in-law." After Jiang Fubao finished speaking, he didn't feel happy. Instead, he felt empty and a little lost.

She herself doesn't understand.

"There won't be a sister-in-law." Meng Bujiu followed.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Brother Bujiu, are you thirsty? I'll go get you some water and check your pulse later." Jiang Fubao stood up and prepared to pour some water, but was stopped by Meng Bujiu.

"I'm not thirsty, no need to pour. I'm fed medicine every day, and my stomach is full of water."

"Okay." Jiang Fubao sat back down on the bed.

This action made Meng Bujiu's eyes light up.

Since ancient times, a woman would sit by the bed, and the person lying on the bed was either her mother, her husband or her child.

Could it be?

Meng Bujiu's heart was pounding.

While he was in a daze, Jiang Fubao was already taking his pulse.

"Fubao, have you ever thought about who you will marry in the future?" Meng Bujiu suddenly asked.

"No, I don't have anyone I like and have never thought about it. Besides, I feel I'm still young, less than 20 years old, and I won't consider getting married." Jiang Fubao said honestly.

In fact, her mental age is already very old. Before she traveled through time, she was in her early twenties, and now she is sixteen.

All together, she must be in her thirties.

By this calculation, she is actually older than Brother Bujiu.

For the first time, Jiang Fubao lost consciousness while taking a pulse.

She looked at Meng Bujiu out of the corner of her eye, her mind full of random thoughts.

Until the door was opened.

"What's wrong, Fubao? Is it okay not to blame him?" Dong Qingyuan's words broke the silence.

"It's okay. Although he vomited blood, it's a good thing for Brother Bujiu. I'll ask Erya to bring a new pack of medicine later. You can start taking it from noon. I'll continue with acupuncture. After half a month, the blood stasis will be almost gone. Brother Bujiu just woke up and can't eat food that is difficult to digest.

Just cook him some rice soup, he can't eat anything else, rice soup is the most nourishing, starting tomorrow, I'll ask my second sister to stew a bowl of nourishing soup every day, and replace all three meals with this soup, drink it for seven days, and you can eat normally, by the way, I have something else to do in the clinic, I'll leave first."

Jiang Fubao's cheeks started to feel hot again when she thought about what had just happened, and she ran away.

She didn't know that there were several pairs of eyes watching her from behind.

"Son, come back to your senses." Meng Zhili stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his son's eyes.

Meng Bujiu then looked away.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma Rong, I'm sorry to have made you worried." Meng Bujiu cleared his throat and said softly.

"I'm glad to know that. Your sweetheart is back, and you're awake too, right? Do you feel more energetic now?" Meng Zhili felt distressed and a little angry when he saw how thin his son had become.

I was so angry at his stupidity that he didn’t even know that he liked Fubao.

And foolishly treated her as his sister.

When Fubao went on a long journey, his soul flew away with him, otherwise he would not have fallen off the horse.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhili became a little angry.

"If you like her, go ask her. If I say no, forget it. Even if you never get married, Dad doesn't care. As long as you live in peace, that's enough. If you fall once, look at what your mother has become. Then look at your grandfather. Does he still have a single strand of black hair on his head?"

These words were indeed harsh, and Meng Bujiu's face was filled with guilt.

"Okay, Bujiu just woke up, what are you talking about?" Dong Wei tried to smooth things over.

"I'll go make rice porridge." Grandma Rong went to the kitchen.

Dong Qingyuan sat down beside the bed and held Meng Bujiu's hand tightly.

"Son, do you know that during the time you were in a coma, you called Fubao's name almost every day? Ask yourself, do you like her? I don't know what Fubao thinks of you, but I want to tell you that if you like someone, you should fight for her. If Fubao really doesn't agree, you must not force her. I never interfere in your marriage.

Because I fell in love with your father at first sight and we became close friends after meeting each other. I never cared about having children. I just wanted you to find someone you like and live a happy life. Otherwise, other people's sons your age would have so many children. Look at when I've ever urged you to do that. So take care of yourself and follow your heart."

Dong Qingyuan said earnestly.

Jiang Fubao didn't know about this scene.

She returned to the clinic, feeling extremely confused and even almost prescribed the wrong medicine. She was worried about harming others, so she went straight home.