After marrying an officer, she was spoiled by the group

Chapter 894 White lies

This was not the ending he wanted.

At first he thought there was a problem with the background and complained several times but to no avail.

Just when he was about to give up his creation, he accidentally saw the news of Fu Ling and Xiang Yi's death.

Thinking of the characters in his novel, he suddenly realized where the problem lay.

Zheng Junhui can't choose his own life, but can he still comment on his own work? He will never allow anyone to wantonly destroy it.

So after repeated experiments, he finally found a way to deal with Fu Ling.

But I didn’t expect Fu Ling to be so powerful. Not only did he travel through the novel, but he also gained various opportunities.

As a result, the plan he had just thought of was strangled in the cradle.

"So this is the method." Fu Ling finally found the answer from Zheng Junhui's memory.

Fortunately, she discovered it early. If they had attacked people around her, she would have been defenseless.

She is just an ordinary person. It is impossible for her to work around the clock. Problems will arise sooner or later.

Ok!

Now that we know how the other party did it, the next step will be easy.

In addition, she also has a way to find out the spy in the army.

"Why do I feel like I'm in control?" Fu Ling muttered to himself.

After promising Grandma Zhao that he would visit her in the evening, Fu Ling caught a fat pigeon and stewed a pot of medicinal pigeon soup.

When I arrived at the hospital, Director Zhao was on the phone.

"Well, wait until I get back and take care of it. For now, don't reveal anything. Just pretend you don't know... Yes, um... I'm fine now. The doctor said I can be discharged after two more days of observation."

"No need to come see me, I'll be discharged in a few days."

"I'm fine now."

"Really? I'm not lying to you. You should be able to tell from my voice. You just need to take good care of the children and keep an eye on Sister Lin. Never allow any more children to be harmed."

After she hung up the phone, Fu Ling knocked on the door of the ward: "Knock knock knock!"

"Come in!" His voice was full of energy. No one would have thought that he was terminally ill half a day ago.

Fu Ling walked into the ward with a lunch box in hand, a particularly bright smile on his face: "Good evening, Grandma Zhao."

Seeing that it was Fu Ling, Dean Zhao's eyes lit up immediately, and he looked surprised: "Xiao Ling is here!"

"Grandma Zhao, I brought you dinner."

"You are so thoughtful. Thank you, grandma."

"Don't be polite with me. I make medicinal food. It may not taste very good, but the nutritional value is definitely high."

Dean Zhao didn't care at all. Even if she only brought white rice, she would swallow it with a smile. What's more, she put a lot of thought into it. Her heart warmed and she became even more loving to Fu Ling: "Child, you are thoughtful. Grandma is so happy that she can't bear to dislike you."

"Well, you must eat all the food in the lunch box."

Dean Zhao smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay, grandma, eat it all."

The food box in Fu Ling's hand had four layers. The bottom layer contained pigeon soup, and the remaining three layers contained vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and rice. The portions were not very large.

Put them all on the bed: "Grandma Zhao, it's time to eat."

Dean Zhao sat on the bed and was about to eat when he remembered something and looked up and asked, "By the way, Xiaoling, have you eaten yet?"

"I came here after I had eaten." Of course she hadn't eaten, but that didn't stop her from saying that.

Seeing that she had eaten, Dean Zhao no longer hesitated and picked up the pigeon soup and drank it slowly.

The medicinal pigeon soup was not as unpalatable as she had imagined. Instead, it had a unique flavor, and the more she drank it, the more intoxicated she became. "Xiao Ling, this soup is really delicious. It smells like medicine, but it tastes a little sweet."

Then she tried other dishes, and just as she put them in her mouth she suddenly paused.

This taste is so familiar.

He suddenly looked up at Fu Ling, his voice filled with anxiety: "Xiao Ling, did you make this dish?"

Fu Ling secretly cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" Grandma Zhao was sensitive to smells and must have discovered something.

She quickly shook her head: "Grandma, I'm not very good at cooking. Apart from this soup, which I made myself, the others were all made by my aunt at home."

It was obvious that there was some disappointment in Dean Zhao's eyes: "Is that so? I thought it was you who did it."

She felt like she was going crazy. Xiao Ling and Ling Ling were so different that anyone with a discerning eye could tell the difference. How could they be the same person? She was shocked by her thoughts just now.

It seems that I am really old and still have such unrealistic ideas.

"I also want to cook by myself, but my cooking skills are really not up to par." Fu Ling said with a stick out of his tongue.

Dean Zhao chuckled. "As the saying goes, every profession has its specialties. Your field is medicine. As for your culinary skills, it's just a little bit lacking. It's not a big deal."

"My mother always said I would never get married. She said a girl should be able to work in the living room and in the kitchen. A girl like me who can't cook will never get married."

Even though she had given birth to three children, she still looked like a young girl. If she didn't admit it herself, no one would know that she had given birth to a child, so she just lied.

"Your mother must be joking. With your looks and abilities, I guess the people chasing you would line up from China to abroad." Dean Zhao said with a smile.

The smile gradually disappeared as he thought of something.

Seeing this, Fu Ling asked with concern: "Grandma Zhao, what's wrong? Are you thinking about your sister?"

Dean Zhao sighed and nodded. "Your sister was also a very outstanding child. She had many admirers, but she didn't like any of them. She either thought they were gigolos or that they didn't meet her standards. As a result, she was still alone until the day she died."

She put down the spoon in her hand and called Fu Ling over: "Xiao Ling, come here to grandma."

Fu Ling walked to the bedside obediently.

Dean Zhao grabbed Fu Ling's hand and patted it gently: "Xiao Ling, it's good to have found true love, but no one is perfect. Everyone has some flaws. Besides, looks can't make a living. What's most important is to treat you well. Don't be like your sister, who ended up without even having a child."

"Grandma Zhao, actually I have someone I like."

Dean Zhao immediately became interested: "Oh? Really? What does he do? How old is he? What's his family like?"

Like a beloved elder, he asked a series of questions.

Fu Ling raised the corner of his mouth: "The other party is a soldier, a few years older than me."

"Soldier? Then how did you know each other?" Dean Zhao asked curiously.

"The first time we met was in a military hospital. He was visiting a patient with a gift box in his hand, and that's how we met by chance."

"Soldiers are good. They're self-disciplined and caring. Their private lives aren't chaotic. I don't have to worry about them messing around. By the way, what does that kid look like?"

Fu Ling took out his phone, handed Lu Beichen's photo to Dean Zhao and said, "That's him."

Dean Zhao took it with curiosity, and when he saw Lu Beichen's face, he was overjoyed: "Xiao Ling has good taste."