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The corridor in the convalescent ward was quiet, and the rainy weather added another layer of damp to the quietness. Zhong Qiu could already hear the sound of Ping An and Zhong Hengzhong bickering through the door.

He straightened the tie around his neck, and then knocked on the door of the ward with curled fingers.The voice inside the door was quiet for a moment before he heard Zhong Hengzhong say something.

"Come here? I knew it was you as soon as I heard the knock on the door." Zhong Heng looked at him again and frowned and asked, "Shouldn't it be working hours now? Why aren't you here at the company?"

Zhong Qiu didn't answer his question, but dragged a chair and sat by the bed, heard Ping An calling Qiuqiu baby twice, stretched out his hand to tease the bird, and then slowly said: "I happened to be passing by on business, so I came over."

Zhong Heng looked at the bird again, then looked at him again, pointed to the fruit plate on the table and said: "The fruit basket sent by your aunt, the grapes in it are very sweet, you can eat a little."

"I'm not hungry." Zhong Qiu resolutely refused, sitting on the chair with his legs up, looking at his father on the hospital bed, and asked softly, "Did Zhong Xu call you?"

"Why is he calling me when he has nothing to do?" Zhong Heng coughed heavily: "He has to be busy with the bidding, and you have to be busy with the company. How can you have time to call me?"

"Really, I met him sitting with Fu Ying today, and I heard from him that you asked him to go to Fu Ying?" Zhong Qiu stared at Zhong Heng and laughed heavily, shaking his head and said, "If you want to If you know something, just ask me, it’s not good to scare others.”

There was silence in the ward for a while, Pingan stood on the bird stand and grunted twice, Qiuqiu's baby, and Zhong Qiu stretched out his hand to stroke his fur before he calmed down.

"I don't know what Zhong Xu said, but it's really sad to make Fu Ying ignore me and act like he doesn't want to have anything to do with me." Zhong Qiu paused as he spoke, observing the old man's expression , said softly: "I heard, you think he and I are a couple?"

"Nonsense!" Zhong Heng patted the bed again, glared at Zhong Qiu and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhong Qiu's voice also became louder: "You know if I'm talking nonsense!"

The two of them looked at each other for a while, then Zhong Qiu leaned back in his chair, and said lightly, "It's been rare for me to make a friend I like in all these years, and you and Zhong Xu just can't see it. Are lonely people happy?"

"What are you talking about? He suddenly appeared, lived next door to you, and approached you inexplicably. He didn't know his family background. What if he had some bad intentions?" Zhong Heng looked at him, pondering. He lowered his tone and said, "In case something happens to you, how can I explain to your mother?"

"On my birthday, Zhong Xu did such a scandal in my mother's room. You didn't even think about how to explain it to my mother. How could something happen if I made friends?" Zhong Qiu sneered: "Let's talk about it." , I guess she still doesn't want to see you."

Zhong Hengzhong's arrogance suddenly weakened, and he looked at him fixedly: "I have already taught Zhong Xu a lesson, and he was drugged."

"What? Suspected that I played it?" Zhong Qiu asked back.

Zhong Heng paused, shook his head and said, "I will continue to ask people to investigate later, and found that he is in contact with the person who sells this kind of thing."

The old man's words went straight to the point, the two father and son in the room understood each other's meaning, Zhong Qiu no longer concealed it, and generously admitted: "Isn't it fair to repay the other with the same way?"

He smiled and looked at his father: "Fu Ying just happened to be by my side. Thanks to him, I didn't make a fool of myself in front of everyone like Zhong Xu."

Zhong Hengzhong suddenly widened his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you do?"

"Do you think I'm Zhong Xu? Of course I didn't do anything." Zhong Qiu patted the suit on his body with downcast eyes, and said softly: "At first I only thought he was very funny and an interesting person, but thanks to that cup Alcohol, let me see that he's fun in other ways too."

After tidying up his suit, Zhong Qiu stood up and smiled at Zhong Heng: "Thank you Zhong Xu for letting me understand some things. But please stop fussing. Fu Ying is angry with me now. I don’t want him to run away by himself before I can catch up with him.”

Zhong Heng looked at his back when he turned around, roared Zhong Qiu's name angrily, pointed at him and said tremblingly: "He is a man!"

"What's wrong with the man?" Zhong Qiu turned around and raised his eyebrows: "The marriage law has been passed, why are you still fighting against the law?"

Zhong Heng gasped heavily, and said in a deep voice, "You are not suitable! What is your identity and what is his identity? Even if you want to find a man to marry, it shouldn't be him!"

Zhong Qiu's footsteps paused, and the hand holding the door frame suddenly tightened. He said softly, "At the beginning, when my mother wanted to be with you, everyone said that you were not suitable, but she still married you."

Zhong Hengzhong was taken aback, looking at his son standing at the door, he didn't know what to say.

"If I give up after listening to others saying it's suitable or not, then I'm not my mother's son." Zhong Qiu laughed: "Besides, I'm naturally rebellious. The more others say it's not suitable, the more I want it."

Zhong Hengzhong: "But if you want it, I don't think Fu Ying is necessarily willing."

"That's not something you should worry about." Zhong Qiu said indifferently: "Take care of your health, you may have to attend the wedding at that time, and I hope you can walk."

The door of the ward slammed shut, Ping An seemed to yell again, but Zhong Qiu didn't look back, he took the elevator directly down to the underground parking lot, and got into his car.

Seeing his cold face, Feng Qing didn't speak, and didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he drove the car quietly and went directly to the company.Zhong Qiu looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, then took out his mobile phone and turned on the monitor to see what the little neighbor was doing.

There was no one in the study, nor in the living room... Zhong Qiu switched the screen to the bedroom, and finally found Fu Ying.

He paused holding the phone, looked at Fu Ying's two legs exposed on the screen, and his eyes fell on the bruise in the middle of the thigh, no matter how he looked at it, he felt glaring.

It doesn't look like it can be knocked out in a car.

The bruise on the leg hurts at first glance, Fu Ying threw the pants aside, reached out to touch it carefully, and immediately shook her leg with a hiss, curling up her toes.

Pain is just one word, and he has to say it [-] times.

Putting on her pajamas with a cold face, Fu Ying began to reflect on whether she hadn't read the almanac before she took the job, and met these two funny brothers Zhong Xu and Zhong Qiu.

It is suggested that two people fight each other directly, and the one who survives will take over the Zhong family. According to the laws of nature, the survival of the fittest will be over. Who will show all these gossips?

It's all a joke for others, it's better to fight behind closed doors, so as not to hurt others.

This other person specifically refers to himself.

Fu Ying turned on the computer, refreshed it twice and began to write a new email to Boss Zhong, mainly asking questions about the old man's feeling that she and Zhong Qiu were a couple, and discussing dialectical analysis.

Mr. Zhong only met him once, and had never dealt with him before, so why did he feel that he was having an affair with Zhong Qiu?According to the degree of familiarity, Feng Qing accompanied the script all the way with a bamboo horse in his hand, and Dr. Cui's orthopedics department had a rebellious aura of blood thicker than water on his head.

Unless someone said something in front of the old man.

It is impossible for this person to have anyone else, his boss Zhong Xu has made it clear that Tiaolang, as long as he can bring down Zhong Qiu, he will not care about any means.

Fu Ying stopped typing, and deleted all the written content, leaving only a blank space.He stared at the screen in front of him in a daze, unconsciously tapping the space on the keyboard, the jumping cursor kept receding, reflected in his pupils.

Zhong Xu spent a lot of money to ask himself to do things, there is no need to sell himself, if Mr. Zhong is determined not to let him have contact with Zhong Qiu, it will not be good for Zhong Xu.

But why does Mr. Zhong think so?

If it wasn't what Zhong Xu said... then Zhong Qiu's intentions were too obvious, and the people placed by the old man's side found out, or it was he who said it at all?

Fu Ying sat on the swivel chair and turned around, and the thoughts in her head also turned into a mess, and she couldn't find a reasonable thread in the mess.

There is no way to trace the source, no evidence can be found, any assumptions are castles in the air and cannot withstand scrutiny.

He sighed and stretched out his hands to cover his face, the cell phone by the table rang suddenly, and saw Zhong Qiu's name through the gap between his fingers, Fu Ying sat still on the chair, letting the cell phone ring.

The phone rang once but didn't answer, and Fu Ying still didn't answer the second call. She even took a candy and put it in her mouth, waiting for the third call.

Ten seconds after the phone rang for the third time, Fu Ying finally picked up the phone, but he didn't make a sound when he put it next to his ear.

Zhong Qiu looked at the little neighbor's face pouted with no expression on the monitor, the corners of his mouth hooked up, and he asked warmly, "Did you go to take a shower? I made two phone calls just now but didn't answer."

Holding the mobile phone, Fu Ying stretched her legs onto the table, and said coldly, "My hands hurt just now, and I can't hold the mobile phone."

Zhong Qiu was taken aback, and sighed: "I'm sorry Xiaoying, don't be angry, okay? It's my fault. I'll treat you to dinner after I get off work."

Fu Ying didn't speak.

"Okay? Just choose one of the two stores you sent me, and I'll pick you up later. I just went to the hospital and met with my father. I'll explain it to you later when we have dinner." , don't be angry." Zhong Qiu said warmly, waiting for Fu Ying to agree to her invitation.

Master Zhong's posture was too low, making Fu Ying feel that if she didn't agree, she would push her nose and shame her face, and she almost got it.

He finally opened his golden mouth and asked, "When do you leave work?"

After deciding on an invitation with Fu Ying, Zhong Qiu hung up the phone, leaned on the chair and sent a look to Feng Qing who was beside him with a complicated expression: "What is your expression?"

Feng Qing shook his head: "Look at the Oscar winner's eyes."

"Okay, don't be poor." Zhong Qiu picked up his phone and started sending messages, but he asked, "Have you arranged everything for the evening? Are you sure that useless uncle Zhong Xu will do it today?"

Feng Qing nodded: "It's been arranged."

"That's good." Zhong Qiu looked at the phone screen and muttered: "Tonight is destined to be unforgettable..."