A wealthy old man's happy husband's wife

After Fu Weize finished speaking, he saw the child's clear eyes showing admiration, raised his hand to his lips, and coughed to hide his smile: "Do you need me to read the contract for you?"

"Oh, yes." When he came back to his senses, Rong Xiao quickly opened the contract. This is an employment contract between him and Yan Qing. The contract period is five years. During these five years, Yan Qing will act as his manager ... "I really don't want to, it's written quite clearly."

Even though he said so, he obediently sent the contract to Fu Weize.

Fu Weize reached out to take it, before flipping through it, he heard a grunt, and looked at Rong Xiao in surprise: "You..."

"I, I'm a little hungry." Rong Xiao, who didn't expect to make such a voice, pursed her lower lip in embarrassment, and looked at Fu Weize with a blushing face.

"I'm hungry too, let's find something to eat." Fu Weize rolled his throat, pretending to put the contract aside naturally, turned the wheelchair, and thoughtfully resolved the child's embarrassment.

"Does Mr. Fu want to eat?" Seeing that the man didn't take the opportunity to tease him, Rong Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but think that Mr. Fu is actually quite gentle.

"I have something to eat, can you make it?"

"Yes, but the food I cook is not as delicious as the two aunts. You want..." Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of something breaking outside the door, followed by Aunt Zhang shouting in a panic:

"Sister Liu, what's the matter with you, Sister Liu?"

Rong Xiao pushed Fu Weize out of the room, and saw Aunt Liu running out of the kitchen on Cheng Bo's back, followed by Aunt Zhang who looked flustered.

Fu Xiu, who was startled, also came down from upstairs, and looked at Cheng Bo who was sending him back with a gloomy expression: "What's going on?"

Cheng Bo wiped the sweat off his brow, and said in a low voice, "It's poisoning."

Fu Xiu's face darkened, as if thinking of something, he said in a deep voice, "What poison?"

"The vomit smells of bitter almonds." After Cheng Bo finished speaking, he carefully glanced at Fu Xiu, "Sir, it's □□."

Hearing Cheng Bo's words, Rong Xiao's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't understand poison, it was almost common sense that the first poison was highly poisonous.

Fu Xiu pursed his lips and said with a tense expression, "Check!"

Fu Weize turned to look at Rong Xiao: "It seems that there is no way to eat."

Rong Xiao was stunned for a moment, feeling in a daze that Fu Weize had a big appetite, and he could still think about eating at this time.

Even he could tell that the poison was given to him. He didn't believe that someone like Fu Weize would not be able to see it.

It's just that he can't be as calm as he: "What should we do now?"

"Go back, grandpa will figure it out." Saying that, Fu Weize turned the wheelchair and walked towards the room.

Rong Xiao followed behind and closed the door, when Fu Weize suddenly asked him: "Are you afraid?"

Looking up to meet his eyes, his heart was touched by the man's silent eyes. He thought that the reason why Fu Weize was so calm was not because he didn't care, but because he was used to it.

Car accident, poisoning, and more of these things happened before he knew it?

Thinking of this possibility, Rong Xiao felt as if a stone was blocked in his heart, and the pressure was unbearable: "Are you okay?"

"I don't look good?" Fu Weize said softly with a smile.

It's the worst because it looks okay.He didn't believe that when such a thing happened, Fu Weize would not be touched in his heart and would not show it, but he just didn't want people to see his vulnerable side.

It's a pity that he can't comfort others, and he doesn't know how to comfort Fu Weize at this time.

After hesitating for a moment, he said cautiously, "I'll give you a hug, okay?"

After saying that, before Fu Weize could react, Rong Xiao stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck.

The sudden action forced Fu Weize to lean forward, his head was held in Rong Xiao's arms, and the sweetness in the air fluttered gently, wrapping around the two of them.

Fu Weize sat there stiffly, grasping the armrest with both hands unconsciously, his joints turned pale.

There was an incomprehensible emotion in the black eyes.

When Rong Xiao let go of his hand, his face was red, and his dark eyes were cautious: "Why, how is it?"

"What?" Fu Weize hadn't recovered from his surprise, he mechanically raised his eyes to look at Rong Xiao's eyes.

Looking at each other, Rong Xiao's heart was flustered, but he was very concerned about his answer, and his tone was a little anxious unconsciously: "Well, are you better?"

"Why do you ask that?" After the panic subsided, the brain started to function again, looking at Rong Xiao who was squatting down, expecting what kind of answer he would give.

Seeing that Fu Weize really didn't understand, Rong Xiao pursed her lower lip and said with a blushing face: "Didn't you say that the smell on my body is very helpful to you? Then if I hug you, it will smell even better. Then, do you have a heart?" feel better?"

The last sentence, like a feather, gently tugged at his heartstrings.

"Then you are too fast, I just..."

"Then how about this!" Rong Xiao stood up suddenly, hugged Fu Weize's neck again, and said eagerly, "It's okay, Grandpa is so powerful, he will definitely find out the person who poisoned him, and Aunt Liu will be fine, don't worry, Things are not at all the worst, don't be sad."

Looking at the white wall opposite, Fu Weize rolled his throat, patted Rong Xiao's back lightly with trembling fingertips, and said with a chuckle: "Thank you, I'm much better."

"Really?" Rong Xiao let go of his hand and looked happily into Fu Weize's eyes, as if he was judging whether the man was telling the truth or just playing him off.

"Well, your method is very effective." Even if he didn't need such comfort at all, seeing the child so happy, he suddenly showed weakness occasionally, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Seeing the smile in the man's eyes, Rong Xiao felt relieved: "I didn't expect this smell on me to be so effective. Then next time you are in a bad mood, I can allow you to give me a hug."

Facing the defenseless young man, Fu Weize felt a tingling soreness in his heart, and looked at him with deep eyes: "Do you keep your word?"

"Of course, I never lie to anyone. Just tell me, and I can hug you!" It made Fu Weize feel happy to be able to comfort him.

After all, Fu Weize helped him a lot before, and he always remembered that if he could comfort a man with a small gesture, he would do it.

Fu Weize lowered his eyelids, hiding the emotion in his eyes, and whispered, "Are you still hungry?"

Only then did Rong Xiao remember that the two of them went out to eat, and their hearts were pounding, and they shook their heads: "I'm all scared."

If Aunt Liu hadn't accidentally broken the spoon, the two of them would be poisoned now.

I didn't feel it at the time, but now that I calm down, I feel a little scared.

Seeing what Rong Xiao said, Fu Weize held his hand, squeezed it, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, shall we go out to eat?"

"now?"

"Well, let the driver..."

"Farewell." Rong Xiao shook his head, "It's inconvenient for you to go out like this now, why don't I cook noodles for you, Aunt Zhang probably won't be back tonight, and Grandpa hasn't eaten yet!"

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Isn't grandpa investigating? The murderer should be caught soon."

"Well, I'll accompany you."

When Rong Xiao and Fu Weize came out of the room, the kitchen had already been cleaned out by Cheng Bo and all the utensils were replaced with new ones, and they were piled aside before they had time to tidy up.

Fu Xiu heard the movement coming down from upstairs: "What are you doing?"

"Grandpa, I want to cook some noodles, do you want some?" Rong Xiao quickly turned to Fu Xiu to explain.

Only then did Fu Xiu remember that they hadn't eaten dinner yet: "Don't be so busy, someone will bring it over..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Xiu's face changed. Obviously thinking about the last thing, Fu Weize continued, "Let him do it."

Fu Xiu nodded when he heard the words: "Then it will be hard for you, Rong Xiao."

"It's okay, grandpa, go sit down, it'll be soon." Seeing that Fu Xiu promised Rong Xiao he was relieved, he was really afraid that Fu Xiu would worry about him using the kitchen because of what happened just now.

"Okay, don't worry, be careful not to burn your hands." While talking, Fu Xiu raised his hand and patted Fu Weize's shoulder, a little self-evident.

Fu Weize looked at the young man who was busy in the kitchen, the bright light shone on him, adding a touch of brilliance to him, making him feel at ease for no reason.

"Have you found it?"

Thinking that Rong Xiao was almost implicated because of him, Fu Weize's eyes became dark.

"Well, Xiao Zhang said that he found that there was not enough rice at home in the afternoon, so he called someone to deliver the rice, but the person who delivered the rice did not come in because of something. It was Lao Li, the gardener, who carried it in."

"What's the relationship between that old Li and the second uncle?"

Fu Xiu's eyes dimmed for a moment, and his tightly pursed lips trembled: "I'll check again."

Fu Weize didn't ask any more, but said in Rong Xiao's direction: "Grandpa, no matter what happens, don't hurt him."

The author has something to say: Fu Weize: I fell down and needed Xiaoxiao to hug me to get up~

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