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The two of them squeezed into the small cubicle. Zhong Qiu held Fu Ying's waist tightly with one hand, and his two legs with the other. He was especially careful not to step on the ground with that plaster leg.

Because the hospital gown he was wearing was too thin, even though he put on an extra sweater and cardigan, the air conditioner in the toilet was so effective, Zhong Qiu still watched goosebumps spread upwards from the back of Fu Ying's hands.

"Very cold?" Zhong Qiu asked in a breathy voice, pulling down his sleeves, wrapping his entire arm.

Fu Ying shook her head, pointed to the door, and mouthed: I'm on the phone.

Zhong Qiu frowned, and pricked up his ears to listen to the voices outside.

"Who knows what he suddenly thought... I'm here, I didn't see anyone, so I don't know if I'm here, but I saw Feng Qing." Zhong Xu's voice was unhurried, accompanied by the sound of water from the faucet, which made people feel a little bit Can't hear clearly.

Fu Ying took out her phone and turned it to silent, signaling to Zhong Qiu to change it too, otherwise if someone caught eavesdropping on the spot, she would be so embarrassed that her toes scratched the floor.

Zhong Qiu raised his brows, looked down, and signaled that he couldn't take the time to hold the person with both hands, so Fu Ying had to help him hold it.

The phone was not in the pocket of the suit, so Fu Ying searched and couldn't find it. She raised her head and looked at Zhong Qiu with a puzzled expression, only then did she see him mouth the word "pants".

"Why didn't you say it at the beginning?" Fu Ying complained in a low voice, reaching out to touch his trouser pocket.The moment he stretched out his hand, he felt the tension of Zhong Qiu's thigh muscles.

Zhong Qiu hissed into Fu Ying's ear, watched him shrink back because of his own exhalation, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, then raised his head to look at the blue compartment door in front of him, and listened carefully to the voices outside.

"I know that I won't conflict with him. Anyway, my posture is good enough. Even if he wants to make things difficult for me, people will see him as unreasonable."

Zhong Xu took the phone to get a little clearer, he paused for a while and then said: "Anyway, the old man is already very dissatisfied with him, he hasn't come to the hospital for so many days, and he doesn't answer his calls, all day long I am with you, when the time comes..."

The sound outside stopped suddenly, and the two people in the cubicle paused. Fu Ying sat on Zhong Qiu's lap and kept putting his mobile phone into his suit pocket, daring not to move.

The sound of the faucet stopped, and Zhong Xu's sneer came with a very clear reverberation.

He said coldly: "Don't worry about the planning proposal. No matter how good Zhong Qiu's idea is, it's of no use... As long as I bring it out first, it's mine."

Fu Ying was taken aback for a moment, thinking that you dare to say anything on the phone outside, you idiot.

The arms around her waist suddenly tightened, Fu Ying turned her head to look at Zhong Qiu's face, and she saw that he was frowning tightly and pursing his mouth, with a gloomy face trying to suppress his anger, but Zhong Xu outside still didn't know whether he was alive or not. Force Lai Lai.

"I won't say if anyone is there, anyway, I have my own method, so you don't have to worry too much, uncle." Zhong Xu said coldly, "I must take down the planning proposal for this land, and I also have a backup plan. At that time, I will show it to the old man together."

It seemed that something was said on the other side of the phone, Zhong Xu became obviously agitated and irritable, and his voice became louder: "I know you are my uncle, don't say such things! You didn't succeed in attacking him before, old man You have been suspicious of me...don't meddle in this matter anymore! I don't need your help!"

After he finished yelling, he hung up the phone vigorously, and the faucet was turned on again, and the sound of the water flow couldn't wash away the dirt in his cursing.

Fu Ying frowned, it was really difficult to connect the people outside with the polite boss Zhong in the email all the time.

The key is that the sentence that he failed to attack "him" just now really makes people think about it.The direction of this "him" is too obvious, but what kind of situation has this "start" reached?

Fu Ying slightly raised her head to look at Zhong Qiu, only to find that he was also looking at herself.

His heart skipped a beat, his body stiffened for a moment and then quickly relaxed, he patted his chest and complained angrily: "Look at what I am doing."

Keep staring, are you doubting yourself?

The people outside left, but Zhong Qiu still didn't let go of Fu Ying, but leaned his head against his shoulders, spread his legs to support him, and opened the door with both hands free to restore the folded wheelchair.

Fu Ying was carried to the wheelchair and sat down. Seeing that Zhong Qiu still had a gloomy expression, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve and asked in a low voice, "You look very bad now."

Zhong Qiu didn't speak, just pushed him to the sink and turned on the faucet for him.

Fu Ying didn't continue to say anything, and a person like Zhong Qiu didn't need any consolation, and if he said more, he might be suspicious.

He rinsed his fingers, shook off the water with lowered eyes, and waited for Zhong Qiu to push himself away.

Zhong Qiu pushed him to leave the bathroom, his brows were still furrowed and did not loosen.

"Mr. Zhong." Fu Ying called him suddenly: "My friend's private room has already passed."

Zhong Qiu came back to his senses: "Ah, I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now."

"It's okay, if you have something to do, go ahead." Fu Ying smiled, rubbed her eyes suddenly, yawned again, and looked tired.

"If you're sleepy, go back and rest early, you shouldn't come to this kind of place when your feet are not healed." Zhong Qiu stretched out his hand to straighten his sweater and cardigan, and said lightly: "It's been a hundred days of injury, so you have to rest well. .”

Fu Ying smiled wryly: "It's not that I wanted to come, it's because my friend said that being idle at home is also idle, so you must take me out to have fun."

"Will you refuse?" Zhong Qiu sighed.

Fu Ying pursed her lips and smiled without speaking.

The two of them wanted to say more, but Chang Er had already opened the door, and when he saw two people who were close to him, he was taken aback, scratched his hair, looked at Zhong Qiu in surprise, and asked, "Why is the neighbor here too? Come relax and have fun?"

"It's a social gathering." Zhong Qiu nodded at Chang Er, took the initiative to release the armrest of the wheelchair, and let him push Fu Ying in. The moment the door was about to close, Zhong Qiu suddenly called Fu Ying.

He smiled and asked, "I'll go back after dinner, maybe earlier than you here, do you want me to take you for a while?"

Fu Ying was overjoyed, and resisted the baited smile on her face, hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then can you send me a message when you're done?"

"Okay." Zhong Qiu nodded, seeing the door finally closed in front of him, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.He turned around and went downstairs, and went straight to Feng Qing who was socializing with others while holding a wine glass.

After dealing with a wave of investors who wanted to inquire about the latest cooperation projects, Secretary Feng just took a breath when he saw his boss coming down from the stairs with a dark face, and his suit was still a little creased. He couldn't help but whistled Ask, "Whoa, is it a good thing to be interrupted or what?"

Zhong Qiu took a big sip of the wine, glanced at him and asked, "Where's Zhong Xu?"

"Are you talking to someone in the corner over there, or those muddy legs? Don't worry, I've been staring at him, and I didn't see him running around. But he went upstairs at first, and I got stuck here and didn't follow right away." Feng Qing said.

Zhong Qiu nodded: "I was upstairs at the time, and he went to the bathroom to answer the phone, admitting that the car accident a year ago had something to do with him."

Feng Qing was taken aback: "Does he still have the guts? Can't tell."

"Of course he doesn't, but his uncle does." Zhong Qiu laughed: "Let the old man know about this, even if Zhong Xu kneels on the ground to show his loyalty and filial piety, the old man won't take a second look at him."

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows: "Then let your father know."

"There's not enough evidence." Zhong Qiu reached out and turned up his shirt collar, revealing a silver button.He said indifferently: "Only the recording, it is too easy to be said to be artificially synthesized and forged. I will not make a move until I am sure."

Feng Qing looked at the small recorder and asked in silence for a long time: "You didn't install this thing under my desk, did you? I can sue you for violating my privacy."

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in eavesdropping on others scolding me, I don't have the tendency to be abused." Zhong Qiu glanced at the time and said calmly: "I'll be leaving first after a while, who else hasn't seen? "

Feng Qing thought for a while and said: "Basically there are none. You have met anyone who is reliable and willing to cooperate, and basically left after sitting for a while. Yes, you don't need to entertain yourself."

Zhong Qiu nodded, took the last sip of wine and said calmly: "I just met my neighbor, let's take him back along the way."

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows and before he had time to say anything, someone came over with wine again, Zhong Qiu swallowed the rest of the words, and put on a polite smile.

Downstairs was playing the rare slow and gentle jazz music, but the rock and roll sound in the private room upstairs was almost unstoppable.Fu Ying was sitting in the corner waiting for Zhong Qiu's text message, he was playing with his phone with his eyes downcast, when Jin Laowu suddenly leaned over.

Because Jin Lao Wu's face was a little red after drinking, Fu Ying glanced at him and asked lightly: "What's wrong? Are you going to pay me for mental damage?"

"Get lost, how many cameras have I sold and you are the only one in trouble?" Jin Lao Wu hiccupped, sat next to Fu Ying and vowed, "My things, my Jin Lao Wu's things, can't possibly go wrong. The problem must be man-made, someone must have deliberately sabotaged it... You, have you brought anything? Take it out and show me."

Fu Ying rolled her eyes: "Why do I bring this thing here? And I checked it, and there is no trace of damage from the outside. It must be that your things failed the quality inspection. You forgot the traction you gave me last year. Is the rope half a meter short? It’s okay to return your things..."

He was thinking about cursing someone in the past, when the phone on his lap vibrated suddenly, and Zhong Qiu's invitation to go home came as promised.

Fu Ying pursed her lips and smiled, ignoring Jin Lao Wu beside her, and pushed the wheelchair to Chang Er's side, telling him that she was leaving.

"Oh, do you want me to take you downstairs?" Chang Er asked.

Fu Ying shook her head, and took out the door key from her pocket and threw it to him: "Hold it carefully, don't lose it."

"How do you get in without a key?" Chang Er looked at him puzzled.

Fu Ying smiled: "What I want is not to enter the door."

The author says:

Fu Ying: Ah, the boss is an idiot. I'm convinced. No wonder I can't beat my brother.

Zhong Qiu: Ah, he touched my thigh.

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