Zhuo Jian hated people rubbing his hair the most, and said angrily: "Then I thank Boss Fu for being generous, thank you, thank you, thank you."
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time and saw how much she enjoyed eating the porridge. He only said two words: "Childish."
Ha, it’s amazing for a childish person to call others childish.
Zhuo Jian thought the porridge was so sweet, but for some reason, Xun's eyes seemed to be about to shed tears, like crying?
Wasn't she so moved that she wanted to cry?
Zhuo Jian thought to himself that he should not misunderstand.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a while. Wu Fei sent him a file, and he turned on his phone to read the file. He had no idea about the twists and turns of the little woman in her heart.
Zhuo Jian drank the whole porridge, but it was not enough.
Fu Yanye was reading documents when something suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He glanced at it and then turned to look at Zhuo Jian.
"Mr. Fu, please help me pour some more, thank you."
"Humph, you're welcome."
Fu Yanye wanted to be polite to her.
But after saying that, she regretted it. While helping her pour the porridge, she was thinking about how to make up for it.
Between the two of them, of course, he would never say thank you verbally. He liked to ask her for substantive thanks.
Only when you can see and touch it can you truly appreciate it.
What does it mean to say thank you when you open your mouth?
That's called perfunctory.
After Zhuo Jian drank the second portion, she was finally full and no longer had any grievances. She lay in bed feeling very satisfied and happy.
Then she turned around and saw Fu Yanye drinking the remaining porridge she had.
Then I remembered that he brought her to the hospital early this morning. He had been busy all morning and probably hadn't had breakfast yet.
"How about you go out for a serious meal?"
Zhuo Jian was really kind-hearted and was afraid that he would be hungry.
"I'm going on a business trip in a while. You won't be able to see me if you want, so there's no need to rush me away in such a hurry."
"..."
Zhuo Jian knew that he did not understand the good heart and stopped talking.
Then she turned her back to him, while he drank his porridge and read his documents, she looked at the sky outside the window, and then continued to listen to the news.
Fu Yanye felt it was a bit noisy at first, but as soon as he slapped her, she turned it off.
There were no eyes behind her, just the sudden realization that it would disturb him.
They haven't done anything for a long time, just being together quietly, right? It's still broad daylight.
The ward suddenly became very quiet.
But no one is in a bad mood anymore.
Later, Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable and turned around.
He was still sitting nearby reading documents, frowning occasionally.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and just kept looking stupidly.
I don't know how long it took, but he turned to look at her and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"...The medicine is almost finished."
It took Zhuo Jian a long time to find this excuse.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and rang the bell.
"What do you remember?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly asked.
Fu Yanye finally couldn't look at the phone anymore. He was already distracted as soon as she turned over, so he had to put down the phone and turned to look at her: "You are drunk."
"drunk?"
Zhuo Jian was confused. When did she get drunk?
But soon, she remembered the few times she was drunk, and it seemed like, they were all together? Then...
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt a little hot and it was hard to look at him again.