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When Feng Qing yawned for the eighth time, Zhong Qiu finally arrived late with his car. After he got out of the car, two people, Yang Mian and Zhuang Chuan, got off the back seat.

Zhuang Chuan remained silent as usual, but Yang Mian was wearing his silk shirt with his collarbone exposed, and there were two business cards in the chest pocket of his suit, as if he had just come off the field.

"Why is it so slow?" Feng Qing yawned again: "I have to count overtime wages for me at night, thank you."

Zhong Qiu smiled: "Don't worry, you are indispensable."

Feng Qing was taken aback, stared at his sincerely smiling face for a while, and then asked: "What's the matter with you today? You always come when you smile?" He turned to look at Yang Mian and Zhuang Chuan with doubts: "Or He was stimulated in the bar, and he was just stupid?"

Yang Mian shrugged: "It has nothing to do with us, it's like this as soon as the boss arrives at the bar."

He pinched the corner of his mouth and lifted it up: "Keep a mysterious and subtle Zhongna Lisa smile."

"Okay." Zhong Qiu glanced at them, "Do whatever you dare, don't waste time here."

Yang Mian and Zhuang Chuan responded and dispersed, while Feng Qing still stood there watching Zhong Qiu raise his eyebrows: "You want to help the police record a statement and recount the situation at that time, right? Fu Ying? He also To record one."

Zhong Qiu: "If you're injured, rest at home, and I'll be the only one who will make a statement." He paused: "Find someone, so they don't focus on Fu Ying."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of these things. Uncle Cui also called after he found out about it. You just have to go through the motions." Feng Qing sighed: "But I don't think there will be any results in this kind of investigation. Cao Li Shu keeps his tail clean every time."

Zhong Qiu: "It's okay, he doesn't have much time left, let him enjoy himself for a few more days."

"What's going on with you tonight?" Feng Qing frowned and looked at him: "At first, Yue'an called and said that when you were with Fu Ying in the hospital, you lost control of your emotions."

Zhong Qiu didn't speak, remembering the way Fu Ying told him to be careful when going out, the expression on his face softened a little, and then he slowly denied, "No, I think my emotions are normal."

"Yue'an said that you really have feelings for Fu Ying, so has the development of things exceeded your expectations now? Do you have to revise the plan you made before?" Feng Qing reminded, "You have to remember, the first time You know that when Zhong Xu wanted someone to monitor you, you were upset all morning, and a while ago you said you were going to send someone to the police, why did you change now?"

"Man is not as good as God, but everything is still under my control."

Zhong Qiu said indifferently: "If he is obedient and all these solutions go smoothly, then he and I are the most ordinary couple in this world. He is free, but if he finds something and wants to leave, the place waiting for him is just from Prison has become my villa."

He paused and said: "What's more, when he approached me at the beginning, he had no purpose. Although I was not sincere at the beginning, but now I treat people with sincerity. He and I can only say that we are deceiving each other."

Feng Qing hesitated to speak, he knew Zhong Qiu's personality too well, he knew that persuading or pouring cold water would be counterproductive at this time, and would push Zhong Qiu to the other end instead, and he would never give up until he achieved his goal.

"Why don't you talk? You want to wake up after I calm down?" Zhong Qiu saw through it at a glance, and told Feng Qing's true thoughts.

Feng Qing shook his head: "No, I'm just worried about your relationship."

"There's nothing to worry about, just let nature take its course." Zhong Qiu stepped forward, towards the long-awaited civil servants.

Feng Qing chased after him and lowered his voice: "The beginning and acquaintance of the two of you were all a lie, so let it take its course and the lie will be exposed, which is different from what you expected."

Zhong Qiu paused and did not speak.

After some things that needed to be explained were clearly explained, the owner of the restaurant came over to apologize to Zhong Qiu in person, and said that he would bear all of Fu Ying's medical expenses.

"I'll get back to you after I've asked him what he means." Zhong Qiu smiled: "But it's okay, but you are also a victim of this matter, the restaurant has to be redecorated, and it can't be opened for a long time, and you have worked hard. "

The owner of the restaurant sighed, said a few more words with Zhong Qiu, and left his contact information before leaving.

It was rare for Yang Mian and Zhuang Chuan to see the gentle look of the boss, and they both felt that what he said was weird, as if one day the wolf suddenly said that he was going to become a vegetarian.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Have you done everything you need to do?" Zhong Qiu asked.

Zhuang Chuan nodded and said in a low voice: "It's the car I saw at the second-hand car factory, and the brakes and steering wheel on it were indeed tampered with, as I told you before."

"The perpetrator has died. The data sent by their hospital just now shows that the alcohol content in his body far exceeds the standard for drunk driving." Yang Mian finished speaking while staring at the screen of the mobile phone, shaking the mobile phone and said: "The photo has been taken, it is a bit bloody You don't have to read it, I will send it to your email directly when the complete personal information is sorted out."

Zhong Qiu nodded: "Thanks for your hard work."

Feng Qing coughed lightly: "Does Zhong Hengzhong want to reveal something? For example, the news that you were in a car accident."

"There's no need for us to reveal it, someone can't help but tell him." Zhong Qiu laughed: "Don't tell me the first time my son got into a car accident, it's really an untrusted father-son relationship."

Feng Qing: "There's no need to feel sorry for something that doesn't exist, let's go home first."

"Tell Yue An to pay attention to the hospital. Don't let Zhong Heng die of anger all of a sudden. It will be more troublesome to deal with the following things." Zhong Qiu laughed.

The moon was hanging high in the sky. After finishing everything, Zhong Qiu took a shower when he returned home. He took off his clothes and looked in the mirror, only to find that he had several bruises on his body that hurt a little when he touched it. Some bloody scrapes.

He frowned, and then realized that he had injured Fu Ying when he was saving Fu Ying.

Anyway, he was injured, so he immediately looked in the mirror for a while, trying to get a 360-degree display of the monitor installed by his little neighbor in his bathroom.

Zhong Qiu took off his trousers and entered the shower room when goose bumps appeared all over his body. While taking a bath, he scrubbed his body, sometimes exerting force suddenly on the wound, just to make the sound of breathing in because of the pain real and full of emotion.

After washing, President Zhong pushed open the sliding door, wrapped himself in a bath towel, went to the bedroom to get dressed, and took some medicine for himself.Between unscented and flavored medicines, he chose safflower oil, which has the strongest flavor.

After dressing up, Zhong Qiu, smelling like medicine, knocked on the door of Fu Ying's house. After a while, he heard the wheelchair sliding from far to near, and Fu Ying's voice came from behind the door.

"Is it Zhong Qiu?"

"It's me." Zhong Qiu replied, and when he opened the door, under the light of the small light at the door, he changed into his own slippers.

He looked at Fu Ying, who was sitting in a wheelchair and wearing pajamas, and suddenly felt like someone was waiting at home.

Although he is a punctual person, the feeling of being waited on is actually not bad.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Fu Ying looked up at him, first smiled, then frowned, raised her nose, sniffed, stared at him and asked, "Why do you smell like medicine?"

"Have you?" Zhong Qiu pretended to smell it, and said lightly, "Oh, started to rub some safflower oil for myself?"

"A little?" Fu Ying laughed inexplicably, remembering the bruises she saw on the monitor, she couldn't help asking: "If you just knocked it once, why would the smell be so strong, it's like pouring half a bottle."

Zhong Qiu feigned hesitation, paused and said, "Maybe it's just opened, it's fresh."

He pushed Fu Ying back to the room with a wheelchair, carried him to the bed, and sat down beside the bed, carefully rolled up Fu Ying's pants, looked at his legs, and asked softly, "Does your legs still hurt?"

"Pain is normal, but it can be tolerated." Fu Ying released the voice of American dramas on the computer, shrugged and said, "So I'm here to watch TV dramas to divert my attention."

Zhong Qiu: "Should I get you a painkiller, it will be much better if you take it."

"No, I never eat this thing." Fu Ying shook her head.

Zhong Qiu stared at him for two seconds, and found that this person really didn't intend to take painkillers, so he sighed and said, "All right, if you feel uncomfortable and can't bear it, just tell me."

Fu Ying nodded, then asked, "By the way, how is the driver doing?"

"Dead." Zhong Qiu paused: "And he still has alcohol in his system, so it should be caused by alcohol."

Fu Ying was taken aback: "Drunken driving? How drunk do you have to be to hit a roadside shop?" He paused and asked, "Then what about the car he was driving? Could it be that there is something wrong with the car? .”

"This will have to wait for the police to investigate and find out. Don't worry, they will notify us when the results come out." Zhong Qiu smiled and patted his head: "The owner of the restaurant wants to bear your medical expenses, so let me ask you the meaning of."

Fu Ying: "It doesn't matter. The restaurant has been bumped into that way, and it will cost a lot of money to close the business and decorate it. I don't need it. By the way, how much is the medical bill today? I will transfer it to you."

"No, you and I don't have to worry about the money."

As soon as Zhong Qiu finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.

Fu Ying lowered her head and said softly: "No, the money still needs to be settled clearly, not because of anything else, it's simply because I don't want to..."

"Don't think too much." Zhong Qiu interrupted him, cleared his throat, and said, "I didn't pay for the food when I ate at your house before, but now it's even, maybe I'll pay you back , so you think I should give you money?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "I don't mean that, I just think it shouldn't be like this."

"Shh-"

Zhong Qiu covered his mouth with his hand, and suddenly approached and touched his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, the things between us will be settled bit by bit, and then you can calculate the money however you want. If... that's fine. It's just your money changing from your left hand to your right hand. But it's too late to talk about this, you should go to bed."

Fu Ying blinked, watched Zhong Qiu let go of the computer and moved it aside, then turned off the bedside lamp, and said goodnight by the moonlight outside the window.

Fu Ying sank into the pillow, laughed suddenly, and responded with mouth shape: "Good night."

The smile on her face hung on until the door was closed. Fu Ying rubbed her smiling face, turned over slightly and saw the computer by the bed. Thinking of the monitoring program still running in the background, the smile on her face returned. Gradually faded away.

There are still many unresolved issues between him and Zhong Qiu, the unfinished if may always be just a if.