The president of a wealthy family imprisoned the wild bride

Zhao Qi wandered aimlessly in the streets and alleys of the city, expressionless and lost.

The homeless man on the street was taken aback by Zhao Qi passing by. If it wasn't for the dim street lights that stretched Zhao Qi's shadow very long, he would have thought that he had run into a ghost after walking too much at night.

The sky was getting brighter, the lights on both sides of the road were turned off, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased.

The middle-aged man who was in a hurry to cross the road collided with Zhao Qi, and cursed carelessly: "What's wrong with you kid? You don't have eyes when you walk!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you." Zhao Qi's attention was drawn back by the angry curse, and he hurriedly apologized to the angry middle-aged man in front of him.

The other party glanced at the flashing green light on the opposite side, spat in disdain, and left in a hurry.

Zhao Qi felt that the other party's saliva splashed on his face, he was completely awake, and hurriedly took a taxi home and took a hot shower.

He came out of the bathroom and picked up the framed photo on the workbench while drying his hair.

That was Fu Sichen's photo, a bed photo secretly taken by Zhao Qi.

It is more accurate to say that it is a headshot than a bed photo.

The relationship between Fu Sichen and Zhao Qi began with a transaction.Fu Sichen paid Zhao Qi's mother's exorbitant surgery fee. As a reward, Zhao Qi agreed to be Fu Sichen's lover, a lover who had a purely physical relationship without any emotions!

When Zhao Qi first started with Fu Sichen, Fu Sichen would simply and rudely use it up and throw it away, and he would leave immediately after every time he finished.

But there are exceptions.

Zhao Qi clearly remembered the ninth time with Fu Sichen, that time Fu Sichen didn't leave as usual after the incident, maybe because he drank too much that night, Fu Sichen finished venting on Zhao Qi Then she fell asleep with her arms around him.

The photo in Zhao Qi's hand was secretly taken by him that night.

In the photo, Fu Sichen had half of his face buried in the pillow, and a tiny tear mole dotted the corner of his right eye, which was hard to spot without looking closely.

Under the influence of alcohol and intense exercise, his relaxed face flushed slightly, diluting his usual arrogance, and he looked harmless to humans and animals.

It was precisely because Fu Sichen was so charming sleeping that Zhao Qi had the courage to secretly take a picture of his sleeping face.

Afterwards, he developed the photos. Anyway, Fu Sichen would never come to his house, so he could safely and boldly put the photos on the workbench to admire.

Every time Zhao Qi got stuck writing a song, he would lie on the table and stare at Fu Sichen's photo, as if he was his muse.

Zhao Qi threw aside the towel in his hand and reached out to caress the photo. His fingertips slowly moved down along the outline of Fu Sichen's profile and landed on Fu Sichen's thin chin.

In my impression, Fu Sichen always liked to raise his chin slightly when he spoke, with three parts unruly, three parts conceited and four parts arrogant.Others may feel uncomfortable watching it, but Zhao Qi likes it, and he likes Fu Sichen who is unruly, conceited and arrogant!

Zhao Qi stroked Fu Sichen's chin back and forth with his index finger, and made up his mind.

He changed his clothes and rushed to the vegetable market in a hurry. Taking advantage of the morning market, he picked out the most pleasing old hen, slaughtered it on the spot, and brought it home to stew mushroom and chicken soup for Fu Sichen.

The chicken soup mode set in the electric cooker was two and a half hours. Zhao Qi was afraid that the old hen's meat would resist stewing, so he insisted on stewing it for another half an hour after the soup was stewed.

Zhao Qi put the local chicken soup into the thermos bucket, and the vegetable market was full of chickens and ducks. He was worried that he would get that smell on his body, so he changed his clothes before going out.

When Zhao Qi arrived at the hospital, it happened to be meal time, Fu Sichen set up the dining table on the hospital bed, and the villa housekeeper was neatly stacking the meals on it.

The housekeeper was a little surprised to see Zhao Qi who suddenly appeared at the door of the ward. He recognized Zhao Qi and knew that he was the young master's lover.The young master had a lot of romantic affairs outside, but he was the only lover brought back to the corridor bridge and waterside pavilion.

The housekeeper nodded slightly at Zhao Qi, and retreated out with interest.

This was the first time Fu Sichen saw Zhao Qi after his car accident.Zhao Qi ran into Fu Sichen and Lu Zijian arguing that night and hid aside. Fu Sichen didn't notice him.

For Fu Sichen, a lover like Zhao Qi was something he could come and go as soon as he called, and each took what he needed.Fu Sichen is fond of Zhao Qi's body, but the only person he loves in his heart is Lu Zijian.

At least, he thought so himself.

"What are you doing here?" Fu Sichen asked coldly, his gaze swept across Zhao Qi's face, and fell on the thermos bucket he was holding.

Zhao Qi restrained the panic in his heart, and replied as he walked towards the hospital bed: "Sichen, I stewed chicken soup and brought it for you...to taste."

Zhao Qi originally wanted to say "bubu", but when he suddenly saw the colorful meals brought by the butler on the dining table, he saw that they were made according to the recipe carefully prepared by the nutritionist, so he changed his mouth immediately.

Zhao Qi was born in an ordinary family. After his father passed away, he and his mother depended on each other for life. They lived very poorly since childhood.But during the holidays or when he was sick and hospitalized, his mother would always go to the vegetable market to pick a native chicken and cook soup for him.

In his cognition, chicken soup is not only very nourishing, but also an expression of heart!

However, for a wealthy young man like Fu Sichen who is tired of delicacies from mountains and seas and international delicacies, local chicken soup is just an extremely ordinary dish.

Seeing that Zhao Qi was about to open the insulation box, Fu Sichen frowned and said in a low voice, "I don't have any appetite."

Hearing this, Zhao Qi stopped the movements of his hands. He looked up at Fu Sichen, persuading Fu Sichen, "Sichen, drink more...you've lost weight."

Yes, Fu Sichen had lost a lot of weight after only a few days in the hospital. His face was sharp and angular, as if it had been cut by a knife.

Under the double blow of body and spirit, how could Fu Sichen still have the appetite to eat?Whether it's the nutritious meal made by the chef of Fu's house or the local chicken soup stewed by Zhao Qi, he has no appetite.

The most important thing was that Zhao Qi was obviously concerned about Fu Sichen, but his words made Fu Sichen's ears harsh.

Fu Sichen had always been strong in front of Zhao Qi, and Zhao Qi's concern made him realize his current embarrassment, and he felt disgusted for no reason.

How would you describe that feeling?It's like a big bad wolf that was injured, limped and lying on the ground and couldn't move was suddenly picked up by a little white rabbit to take care of it. Do you think the big bad wolf is grateful, depressed or irritable?

Fu Sichen glanced gloomyly at Zhao Qi's face. He didn't answer the call, but picked up his phone to send a message to his assistant.

The ward suddenly became quiet, and even the air had a hint of embarrassment.