Seeing that he had noticed it, Qiao Sheng mustered up the courage to speak out: "Can you not go back to your house first?"
"The main thing is... I don't want to tell anyone about our marriage for the time being."
Fu Zijun's eyes dimmed, probably understanding her thoughts, and he said softly: "Okay."
"But, what do you think about going home? Where should we go back? Or should we... live in separate places?"
Each one lives in his own place?
As a couple, it seems too...
Qiao Sheng was already very grateful and sorry to Fu Zijun. After thinking for a moment, he whispered: "If you don't mind, you can come to my house."
"I am the only one living in my single apartment now."
Fu Zijun looked at her deeply and responded after a moment: "That's okay."
Qiao Sheng met his gaze, feeling inexplicably more nervous and embarrassed...
Take him home and live in the same room together...
However, now that she is married, she has to slowly get used to it. From now on, he will be in her world.
*
After going down the mountain, Qiao Sheng took Fu Zijun back to her home. When she opened the door, she saw a simple duplex with off-white decoration. Even the furniture was of the same color.
On the TV counter, there are various pink figures.
On the sofa in the hall, there are all kinds of messy clothes scattered, as well as wine bottles and glasses...
Qiao Sheng's mind suddenly buzzed.
She hurried over, grabbed it in a hurry, held it tightly in her arms, and laughed in a panic:
"Sorry, I was busy before and didn't have time to clean up..."
To die!
That night I decided to start a new life completely, and I felt uncomfortable, which is why the house became such a mess.
He doesn't think she is a sloppy woman, right?
Fu Zijun raised his eyebrows and looked at her room with deep eyes, "Not bad!"
Qiao Sheng: "..."
"Are you kidding me again?"
Seeing her aggrieved look, Fu Zijun couldn't help laughing: "No, it's true. I think it's pretty good."
Except for the sofa, everything else is clean and tidy.
And he could probably guess a little bit about why it was so messy with wine bottles piled up there.
Qiao Sheng held the clothes and said, "Sit down and I'll cook after I finish this."
"This is the first time we've gone home since our marriage. It's the first meal at home, so we should prepare it carefully."
Fu Zijun's eyes softened unconsciously: "Leave the clothes, I'll take care of them."
"No, no need..." Qiao Sheng hurriedly shook his head: "I'll be fine soon."
The last time he helped her wash clothes was embarrassing enough, and he didn't want to go through it a second time.
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the balcony.
Fu Zijun stared at her "escaping" figure, looking a little helpless. Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was Fu Xixi's call.
"Xixi, what's wrong?"
"What? Brother is injured?"
When Qiao Sheng heard this, his footsteps stopped.
Fu Yiqian was injured?
Her heart suddenly tightened, and she turned back, her almond-shaped eyes staring straight at Fu Zijun and the mobile phone in his hand.
Fu Zijun looked at Qiao Sheng's worried and anxious eyes, his eyes darkened, and he said to the other end of the phone:
"okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Sheng asked immediately: "Is your elder brother seriously injured? How is he doing now?"
The tone was tense and worried.
Fu Zijun looked at her state, and his heart suddenly became dull as if it was blocked by cotton.
He pursed his lips and said, "It's nothing serious. A little injury has been taken care of. Xixi called me to tell me. She just wanted me to know the situation and pay attention to safety."
Qiao Sheng was still worried. He was injured. What if he didn't pay attention and the wound became infected? His physique was somewhat special.
The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, and reflexively said, "I'd better go over and take a look!"
After saying that, he threw down his clothes, turned around and left.
Fu Zijun's eyes dimmed and he reached out to hold her hand: "Are you so worried about brother?"