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Fu Sichen felt that he had made a mistake.
Although he has done enough, his newlywed wife is very busy preparing for the continental conference.
But I didn¡¯t expect that I would be so busy!
I go out before seven o'clock every day, and often don't come back until one o'clock in the morning at night.
Not to mention that there is no boredom that should be expected between newlyweds, even the normal rest time is seriously insufficient.
Fu Sichen is more distressed.
"I will go upstairs with you later to talk to the master. I remember that he knows that you have just recovered, right?"
On the way to send Song Qinrong to medical school, Fu Sichen said coldly.
Song Qinrong was sitting in the passenger seat, racing against time to read documents. Hearing this, he paused and explained helplessly: "I have been away from the school for three years. Although I have gained some practical experience in medical skills, I still lack systematic theoretical teaching.
The master took the right medicine and opened a project team for me. I was the main person in charge. Several senior students also pointed to my project in their graduation thesis.
¡°Whether it¡¯s the master or the seniors, I have to be responsible to the end. "
In her daily life, Song Qinrong was extremely Buddhist in her dealings with people, objects, food, clothing, housing and transportation.
But when it comes to doing things, his appearance completely changes. Extreme, responsible and meticulous.
This is also the reason why she has achieved such success at such a young age.
Before the red light, Fu Sichen stepped on the brakes, turned to look at her slightly pale lips, and couldn't help but frown: "Whether it is studying or graduation thesis, there is no rush for this moment.
¡°Girl, you haven¡¯t had a good rest for a whole month. I couldn't sleep well, couldn't eat well, and even my menstrual period didn't come last week.
¡°In addition to Master and the others, shouldn¡¯t you also be responsible for your own body and for me? "
There was a plea in the man's words.
Song Qinrong was stunned for a moment.
She didn¡¯t even realize it until Fu Sichen mentioned it.
On the third day after the wedding, they returned to Lzhou and held a homecoming banquet at the Shen family. Immediately afterwards, he reported to Zhouda University and began his academic career.
Yang Zhong had high hopes for his little apprentice, and the four-year course only gave her one year.
Even though Song Qinrong was extremely talented and had four times less time than others, she was still under a lot of pressure and extremely busy.
So much so that she completely ignored her husband. I haven't spent much time with him since my wedding a month ago.
Thinking of this, Song Qinrong felt a sense of guilt in her heart. She lowered her eyelashes slightly and began to think quietly.
Within a moment, the car stopped at the entrance of the medical school.
Song Qinrong did not get out of the car in a hurry, but took the initiative to reach out, hooked the man's finger and shook it gently.
"This handsome guy, do you have time on the weekend?"
"Huh?" Fu Sichen raised his eyebrows.
Song Qinrong smiled, her eyebrows curved, and her fingertips gently roamed the man's palm: "I want to ask you for a date."
"Dating?"
Fu Sichen originally wanted to keep a straight face, but after seeing the other party's expression, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, "Are you sure? Tomorrow is Saturday."
The word weekend is very subtle.
Saturday and Sunday are both called weekends.
Song Qinrong obviously didn¡¯t expect that the other party was so impatient and couldn¡¯t wait even a day.
After being stunned for a moment, he nodded: "Then I will arrange all the project tasks today."
Fu Sichen was finally satisfied.
The man changed from passive to active, took the girl's hand and kissed her fingers, then moved forward and kissed her lips. His voice was low and his eyes were restrained: "Go ahead."
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At night, as usual, Fu Sichen gave Xiaobao a bath and held him to sleep.
Now, after a month of training, Fu Sichen has become a fully qualified father.
No matter what type of bedtime story your little one wants to hear, you can find it at your fingertips.
"What do you want to hear today?" the man asked, gently patting his son's fleshy little chest.
Xiaobao¡¯s round eyes blinked: ¡°Dad, I want to hear mom¡¯s story.¡±
"Huh?" Fu Sichen was stunned for a moment, "Why do you suddenly want to hear your mother's story?"
Xiaobao turned his head and looked out the window.
The dim light outlines the little one¡¯s back, which makes people see a bit of desolation.
"I haven't seen my mother for a long time" After a while, Xiaobao's pitiful words were heardSound.
Fu Sichen pursed his lips.
During this month, when Song Qinrong went out in the morning, Xiaobao was still awake. When she came back at night, Xiaobao was already asleep.
Although she would go to her son¡¯s room every night, kiss the little boy¡¯s forehead and help him tuck in the quilt.
But for Xiaobao, it has been a long time since he saw his mother.
Hearing his son's pitiful words and remembering what Song Qinrong told him about tomorrow's date in the car this morning, Fu Sichen didn't hesitate at all and said, "Let's do this.
Ask Uncle Anian to pick you up tomorrow and go to the Rebirth Gate for a day. Mom grew up there as a child and you hear a lot of stories. "
"Really!" Xiaobao was quite happy, unaware of his own father's innermost plans.
"Of course." Fu Sichen smiled slightly.
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The next morning.
Xiaobao rubbed his eyes and stood at the door sleepily: "Does it have to be so early? Mom hasn't gotten up yet, I'm still waiting for her to get up"
"Your uncle Anian only has time at this point. If you want to go, you have to get up early." Fu Sichen explained without changing his expression and without a beating heart.
In Lzhou at the end of November, the temperature in the morning was less than ten degrees, which was already very cold.
The little boy stood there obediently, letting his father put on his coat, and waited for the car to come and stuff him into the safety seat in the back seat.
"Goodbye, daddy." The little boy waved.
"goodbye."
Fu Sichen calmly watched the car leave, then turned around, took off his coat and returned to the room.
Usually at this time, Song Qinrong would have been up long ago.
But today she asked for leave and slept very lazily. Even when the man came in again and took her into his arms, there was no reaction.
Fu Sichen endured it for a long time. He really wanted to eat meat, but looking at the girl in his arms who looked obviously paler than yesterday, he frowned in distress, hugged her tightly, and stopped moving.
The two of them slept in bed until noon.
To be precise, Song Qinrong slept until noon, and Fu Sichen got up in the middle of the night to make porridge and soup without waking her up.
When Song Qinrong opened her eyes in a daze, the man was already sitting at the table reading documents.
With his peripheral vision, he caught her getting up, and Fu Sichen turned his head sharply: "Are you awake?"
"Well." Song Qinrong stretched lazily, "What time is it?"
"Eleven o'clock." Fu Sichen smiled, put down the documents, walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, and kissed her lips, "It seems that my girl has really not rested for too long."
"Eleven o'clock" Song Qinrong still didn't react. She blinked blankly, and then she was startled after realizing it, "Have I slept for so long?"
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