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Sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the wooden floor. Zhong Qiu sat on the sofa and held up his hands for Fu Ying to bandage. He looked at the person in front of him, counted the fine hairs on his face illuminated by the light, and suddenly took a breath and called out pain.

Fu Ying's subordinates took a moment to untie the gauze, looked up at him nervously and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt too much, maybe the gauze is stuck to the wound, you just pulled it a little..." Zhong Qiu smiled: "It's okay, you can continue to do it."

Fu Ying relaxed her movements, carefully tore off the blood-stained gauze, and murmured, "Be patient, I'll be gentle first."

He lowered his head and didn't see the smile on Zhong Qiu's face. He just concentrated on pulling off the gauze on Young Master Zhong's hand bit by bit, especially the place where the wound was attached, first cut it with scissors and then tore it off. Qiu cried again.

"Don't be so careful, I'm a man, a little pain is not a problem." Zhong Qiu said in a low voice.

Fu Ying took off the last piece of gauze, breathed a sigh of relief, raised her eyes and smiled at him: "It's better if it doesn't hurt or not, but now I'll disinfect you with alcohol, so bear with it."

Zhong Qiu stretched out his hand and nodded: "Don't worry, I promise I won't cry out for pain or hide, don't worry."

The two of them were sitting next to the sofa and taking medicine, Zhong Qiu's cell phone rang once, before Fu Ying turned her head to see who was calling, Zhong Qiu hung up.

"Harassing calls." Zhong Qiu took a look at the phone with his right hand, and motioned Fu Ying to continue.

The new gauze was wrapped around the back of the hand again. Compared with the ugly appearance of Zhong Qiu's deliberate bandage before, Fu Ying's movements were skillful, and the bandage was beautiful and neat, which made Zhong Qiu couldn't help sighing.

"You seem to be very skilled in your movements?"

Fu Ying paused, and then said: "I used to like to run around, and there were always bumps and bumps. The more I deal with it, the more proficient I will be."

Zhong Qiu held up his bandaged hand and looked at it, trying to bend his fingers, but Fu Ying grabbed it.

"Don't move around now, or the wound will open again and need to be bandaged again." Fu Ying said, carefully pulling Zhong Qiu's hand on his knee to put it in place, and patted him to let him stay still.

Zhong Qiu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and asked subconsciously: "Did you treat me as your sister?"

Fu Ying stared at him blankly and said, "I don't have a sister as strong as you."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Fu Ying cleared her throat and said: "But when she fell down when she was a child, I bandaged her and carried her home. Every time she was disinfected with alcohol, she had to hide. She was not as honest as you .”

Zhong Qiu nodded with a smile: "Then it seems that I am better behaved."

"But she won't wrap her hands into a pig's trotter." Fu Ying said and pushed the mango on the table to Zhong Qiu: "Last time you said you liked it, I asked Chang Er to bring some more."

Zhong Qiu waved his gauze-wrapped left hand, pouted and said, "I can't eat this with one hand, and I can't even peel the skin off."

"Hmm...then let Secretary Feng come over?" Fu Ying asked.

Zhong Qiu: "I asked him to come over to work overtime on Sunday, but the content is still to peel the mango for me? Do you really think of me as a landlord who exploits the working people?"

"Can you pay overtime?" Fu Ying said with a smile, picked up a mango and began to peel it.

Zhong Qiu watched him bring the peeled mango to him, and didn't reach out to pick it up at the first moment, but directly took a bite out of his hand, complimenting it really sweetly.

"I hold it in my right hand, and the juice is about to flow onto my hand." Fu Ying frowned, and when Zhong Qiu took the mango, she immediately wiped it with paper, but she still felt sticky with sugar on her hand uncomfortable.

Zhong Qiu leaned over suddenly, and the two of them were face to face for a while, and the smell mixed with cologne and mango on Zhong Qiu's body enveloped them for a while, and Fu Ying subconsciously held her breath, leaning against the wheelchair and not daring to move.

The cabinet at the back was opened, and Zhong Qiu took out a box of wet tissues from it and put it on Fu Ying's lap, and said in a gentle voice, "Use this to wipe, or you can wash your hands."

The distance between the two was too close, Fu Ying pushed the wheelchair back a little, looked up at him and asked, "Do you still want to eat mangoes? If you still eat, I will peel two more."

Zhong Qiu nodded: "I want to eat, but you are not considered an employee, and you don't get overtime pay."

"Who wants the overtime wages from you." Fu Ying glanced at him, picked up the mango and continued to peel it.

Zhong Qiu laughed twice, and leaned over to embrace Fu Ying's shoulders: "Although there is no overtime pay, there are still working meals." He cleared his throat, and suddenly became serious: "Mr. Fu Ying, may I invite you to join us?" dinner?"

"Why did you come into the broadcasting voice suddenly?" Fu Ying was trembling because of his deliberately low voice, and her hairs stood on end: "It's a bit strange."

Zhong Qiu: ...

Zhong Qiu: "Didn't you praise Feng Qing's voice before?"

Fu Ying: "But your voice is so strange, it's different from his voice, and his voice is much more natural than yours."

Zhong Qiu paused, and after a while, he squeezed out five words to change the subject: "I want to eat mangoes."

"What do you have for lunch?" Fu Ying smiled and handed the peeled mango over: "Every time you order a lot of food, we can't finish it. Do you want to go and eat together?"

"No need, I ordered takeaway at noon." Zhong Qiu glanced at him: "It will be delivered later."

Fu Ying responded.

"You haven't answered whether I want to have dinner together tonight." Zhong Qiu took a bite of the mango and said vaguely, "You can't deny me the chance to invite you to dinner just because my voice is not standard."

"What's all this mess?" Fu Ying laughed: "Don't move your hands, what if you go out to eat and get crowded?"

Zhong Qiu didn't even think about it: "Then just go to a restaurant that isn't crowded."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the other side rang again. Fu Ying glanced at it, and Zhong Qiu picked up the phone just as he saw a dead word on it.

This time the phone didn't hang up again, Zhong Qiu connected directly in front of Fu Ying, he had just fed, and a burst of angry curses came out of the phone.

It was so loud that Fu Ying could hear it clearly even when she was sitting on the side.

"Where are you? Why didn't you come to the hospital once? Unfilial son, do you really have me as a father in your heart? Do you think it's enough to have a wing..."

"Enough, I'm working overtime." Zhong Qiu interrupted Zhong Hengzhong in a cold voice, glanced at Fu Ying next to him, and mouthed the word "sorry".

Fu Ying understood, pointed to the kitchen, and mouthed, "I'm going to wash my hands."

Leaving Zhong Qiu with enough time and space, Fu Ying sat in the kitchen and watched the surveillance for 5 minutes, and immediately turned off the screen before Zhong Qiu got up and walked to the kitchen, pretending to be in a daze.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do tonight, so I can only treat you to dinner another day." Zhong Qiu's expression was a little stiff, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose: "I have to go out for a while, now I'll take you home first."

Fu Ying looked at his hands: "Do you want to drive by yourself?"

"Of course not, I will ask the driver to come and see me off." Zhong Qiu stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I promise not to get hurt again."

Fu Ying responded, and after Zhong Qiu changed his clothes, the two went out together.Zhong Qiu sent him home first, and then went downstairs to wait for the driver to come.When the two were about to part, Fu Ying suddenly reached out to grab Zhong Qiu, and patted him on the shoulder: "There is ashes here."

Zhong Qiu half squatted and waited for him to finish patting the ashes, and thanked him with a smile.

Chang Er stood at the door with his arms folded and watched the two people interacting intimately for a long time, as if he was a person who was completely ignored. It was not until Zhong Qiu got off the elevator next to Fu Ying that he asked, "Hello, my friend. Can you actually see me?"

"What are you doing?" Fu Ying pushed the wheelchair into the door, reached out and picked up the earphones on her desk and stuffed them into her ears.

Chang Er followed behind him: "What are you still doing? I said what are you two doing? Bandaging and peeling mangoes again, and at the beginning of his house, did he lean over you and give you a boo?"

"Bobo?" Fu Ying turned her head to look at Chang Er, saw him pouted with a pig's mouth, and immediately realized what it meant.

Fu Ying: "That's because he helped me wipe my hands with a wet tissue. You're thinking about messy things every day, not to mention that I'm not a woman, so why did you just boo?"

Chang Er sneered: "In this day and age, it's the same to have boys and girls. Except for children, men can do anything else."

Fu Ying choked: "You seem to know a lot."

Chang Er clicked his tongue, imitating the way Fu Ying peeled the mangoes for Zhong Qiu and patted the ashes: "Don't change the subject, then when I broke my hand, you didn't peel the mango for me. Peeling and bandaging the mango with my own hands is so light, as if it is made of glass, and it will be brittle when touched."

"Still shooting ashes, what eyes do you have, why didn't I see any ashes..."

Fu Ying heard impatiently, and threw one of the earphones in her hand over: "Wear it."

"What?" Chang Er muttered, put the earphones into his ears, and immediately heard Zhong Qiu talking to someone else.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Fu Ying watched the red dots on the screen of the mobile phone moving on the map, and said calmly: "Everything I do has a reason."

Chang Er leaned over to look at his mobile phone, and said in a playful voice, "It's a great trick to install a location bug by taking a picture."

"Jin Lao Wu's new product, I'll help him test it." Fu Ying watched Zhong Qiu's car heading towards the hospital, paused and said, "As for the others...he treats me well, why should I Don't be too ruthless."

The voice of Zhong Qiu talking to the driver kept coming out of the earphones. There was nothing important and they were just gossips. Fu Ying replied to Zhong Qiu while listening. The two discussed when to make up for the canceled dinner. He could still hear the notification tone of his mobile phone in the earphones.

When the car arrived at the hospital, Zhong Qiu put the phone back in his pocket and asked the driver to wait downstairs.

He got on the elevator alone, straightened his clothes in front of the mirror inside, coughed twice before getting out of the elevator, went straight to the front of the ward and opened the door.

The senior ward is very spacious, with sofas, TVs and tea tables. A very energetic old man is sitting on the bed. There is a high shelf beside the bed, and a gaudy parrot stands on it. When he sees Zhong Qiu, he spreads his wings and starts to cry. : "Qiuqiu! Qiuqiu! My heart!"

Zhong Heng looked at Zhong Qiu approaching with a cold face, and the original smile on his face disappeared. The two father and son looked at each other, and Zhong Qiu suddenly sneered: "Long time no see, how are you doing recently? Dad."

The author says:

Zhong Qiu: Mangoes are so sweet, it’s even sweeter if you don’t need to peel them yourself.

Fu Ying: The young master has a lot of shit.