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This is the most special birthday that Fu Ying has had from the past to the present. There are worries in her heart that she cannot be said to be particularly happy, but she is indeed satisfied because of Zhong Qiu's hard work.

People made impulsive decisions under emotional agitation, and woke up this morning without feeling regretful. Fu Ying lay on the bed and blinked her eyes. Remembering what Zhong Qiu said yesterday, she pulled up the quilt to cover her face, covering her face. A shallow smile.

The two of them sat on the sofa after dinner last night. At first, neither of them said a word, they both watched the TV in a daze, but after a while, he felt Zhong Qiu holding his hand. Things turned out to be nothing, even the kiss only fell on the back of the hand.

Oh, no, and my own forehead.

A good night kiss before going to bed, it fell softly on her forehead, Fu Ying could feel his breath spraying in her hair, but she left soon with nostalgia.

Fu Ying raised her hand and touched her forehead, and used her fingers to trace the shape of Zhong Qiu's lips that she felt yesterday, and the smile on her face deepened.

The sunlight shone into the room through the gap in the curtains and fell on the quilt. He felt the warmth on his legs, looked up at the clock next to him, and felt that he should get up.

Zhong Qiu is currently preparing breakfast for himself in the kitchen, and he will have something to eat when he wakes up. Such days seem to have suddenly returned to the time when his mother and father were still a long time ago.

You can stay in bed as much as you want, anyway, someone will prepare everything, unlike now, if you don't do it yourself, you will have nothing.

He reached out and took his phone out from under the pillow, nestled under the quilt, and pressed it on, only to find that he had received another blank email. He clicked on the email interface and looked at it carefully for a long time. It was exactly the same as yesterday.

Will harassing emails be sent to the same person a second time?

Fu Ying frowned and chose to delete, thinking that in what age is this and this kind of prank email, at least it is a routine that will cause bad luck to many people if it is not forwarded, so that it can be a little tricky sincerity.

He was wondering if it was Chang Er, a woman dressed as a monster, who was harassing him, when Chang Er called.

"Hello?" Fu Ying connected, and heard Su Jiaojiao's voice: "Hey, Brother Ying, I heard from Chang Er that you were injured again, what's going on?"

"Su Jiaojiao, don't snatch my phone, bring it back to the master." Chang Er said angrily.

Fu Ying frowned and took the phone away. After the noisy sound subsided, he put the phone back to his ear and said softly, "I'm fine, I just scratched my leg."

"It's all right? Didn't the car just run into it and cause a car accident?" Chang Er wondered, "It's just a scratch, so it looks really lucky."

Su Jiaojiao was pooh-poohing on the side: "Can you say something good, if you don't know how to say it, just give me the phone, and I will talk."

"Pull it down, sister, if you have anything to say, save it after we meet in the afternoon." Chang Er said.

Fu Ying was taken aback: "Afternoon? Are you coming this afternoon?"

"Yeah, I don't know if it's inconvenient for you, so I called in advance to ask. It's just me and Su Jiaojiao and a golden five. Buy a fruit basket and buy something you want to eat."

Chang Dun paused and suddenly apologized: "I'm sorry, everyone was busy yesterday, and no one was with you on your birthday. Today we will make up for you."

"actually, I……"

The door was suddenly pushed open, Zhong Qiu called out to Xiaoying, walked over with a smile and said, "The sun is shining on your buttocks, why don't you get up?"

When he walked around to the bed where Fu Ying was facing, he found that the little neighbor was on the phone with a mobile phone in his hand.

Zhong Qiu was taken aback, and immediately lowered his voice and asked, "On the phone? Did I disturb you?"

But they were too close, even if Fu Ying covered the receiver, it would not help, Zhong Qiu's voice was still heard on the phone.

The phone was unbearably quiet, he took a look at Zhong Qiu, and said helplessly, "It's okay, it's my friends and they are the ones you met last time, and they are coming to see me this afternoon."

"Oh, do you want me to prepare something to eat?" Zhong Qiu asked.

Fu Ying smiled and pointed to the phone: "No, they bring their own."

"Well, I just happen to be going to work in the company today, and they can come to see you, so I don't worry if someone is with you." Zhong Qiu said softly.

Fu Ying nodded, and said to the still silent phone: "When are you coming back in the afternoon? It's convenient for me."

After a while, Chang Er found his voice: "You... Forget it, we'll come over after lunch, I hope you've already figured out how to explain."

Fu Ying smiled, said goodbye and hung up the phone.

Zhong Qiu saw that the phone was disconnected, so he leaned over and kissed Fu Ying's forehead: "Good morning, I didn't know you were on the phone at first, I'm really sorry, it looks like your friends were frightened."

"It's okay, don't worry about them." Fu Ying sat up and stretched with Zhong Qiu's hand, rubbed her eyes and asked, "What are you going to eat in the morning?"

Zhong Qiu: "Go downstairs and buy porridge and buns. You can eat whatever you want. Someone will bring your food at noon."

"Actually, I can eat whatever I want at home by myself. It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Fu Ying lifted the quilt, and Zhong Qiu consciously carried him to the wheelchair and pushed him out of the bedroom.

Zhong Qiu: "I couldn't control it before, but now it's different, and I can't let you do it casually. The injury on my leg hasn't healed yet, and if you eat something that shouldn't be eaten, it's you who will suffer."

Where is it so precious?

Fu Ying originally wanted to complain, but Zhong Qiu found that his toothpaste had been squeezed onto the toothbrush. He paused and put the toothbrush into his mouth without saying anything.

Zhong Qiu stretched out his hand and pinched his face, and after getting a staring look, he let go of his hand and said softly: "Don't think I'm long-winded, I just care about you."

Fu Ying spat out the mouthwash, glanced at him, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "I didn't say anything, don't make up nonsense."

Zhong Qiu responded, pulled off a towel and wiped his face with a look of reason.

The two of them had a simple breakfast, Zhong Qiu went to work, and before leaving the house, Fu Ying suddenly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Qiu asked.

Fu Ying took out a key from the drawer and held it in her hand. After hesitating for a while, she still threw it to him: "You can take one of the door keys at home. My leg is injured, so it's inconvenient to get up and open the door."

Zhong Qiu was stunned for a moment, holding the key and standing there for a long time, finally walked over with big strides, knelt down and hugged Fu Ying tightly.

"I will keep it." Zhong Qiu promised.

Fu Ying paused, then raised her head and said, "That's necessary, or I'll have to change the lock if I lose it, which is troublesome."

Zhong Qiu laughed, and hung the key in his usual key bag in front of him, and bumped it with other keys, jingling, nice and crisp.

After Zhong Qiu went to work, Fu Ying turned on the computer at home and continued watching TV dramas.

Giving the key is the first step of honesty. Now that we have decided to be together, some problems need to be resolved immediately.He stared at the TV series, but in his heart he was thinking about how to submit his resignation to Boss Zhong.After all, he had no intention of going with Boss Zhong's competitor, so it was better to get out early.

The key is how to resign, and how to prevent Zhong Xu from revealing his previous deal with Zhong Qiu.

She had concealed too much from Zhong Qiu, and the more Fu Ying thought about it, the more she felt guilty. She felt that she should confess to Zhong Qiu, but she also felt that the result of the confession was too difficult for him to face.

Zhong Qiu's project and his daily whereabouts were all leaked to Zhong Xu by his monitoring. Fu Ying put it in another way, and put aside whether to vent his anger or not. He only felt that it was difficult for Zhong Qiu to forgive himself.

Fu Ying recalled his gentle attitude towards her every day, and calculated her weight in his heart. Even if Zhong Qiu would forgive herself, it was inevitable that there would be a crack in the relationship between the two of them, and it was impossible for her to have no grudges in her heart.

It's still the second day of being together, but Fu Ying has already seen the future of the two being separated.

With a thought in his mind, he suddenly thought that instead of making Zhong Qiu angry, it would be better to stand still.

He didn't say anything until he found out, as long as Zhong Xu didn't expose him, Zhong Qiu would never find out.

It's not good to hide, but it's better to hide if honesty can only bring pain.But if he chooses to keep it secret, then he cannot resign to Zhong Xu now.

Otherwise, Zhong Xu will go crazy and say everything, and his plan here will definitely come to naught.

He thought about it all morning, and thought that the best way to conceal words was the best way. Until Zhong Qiu's phone call arrived at noon with the lunch he had ordered, Fu Ying couldn't think of a better way.

"Why don't you talk?" Zhong Qiu saw that he had been quiet for a long time, so he took the initiative to ask.

Fu Ying came back to her senses and put the lunch in the bag on the table: "I'm taking things." He heard the sound of plastic rubbing against Zhong Qiu, and asked again: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Qiu: "I'm opening my lunch."

Fu Ying asked: "Aren't you going to eat at the restaurant upstairs today?"

"No, I won't be able to hear your voice if I go to the restaurant for dinner. It's better to eat takeaway in the office." Zhong Qiu laughed and asked again: "Is the soup I brought you cold?"

Fu Ying took a sip and returned: "No, it's still hot."

Zhong Qiu nodded: "That's good."

The two were chatting on the phone while eating lunch. The phone was suddenly hung up in the middle of the conversation. Fu Ying picked up the phone to check and found that the network was disconnected.

After checking it again, Fu Ying called Zhong Qiu, and after she got connected, she asked: "When you went downstairs today, did the property owner say that there was a power outage?"

Zhong Qiu was taken aback, and thought about it for a while: "It seems that a piece of paper was pasted in the elevator saying that the power will be cut off." He paused: "I remember it was stopped until five o'clock in the evening."

"That's okay, I'll call when you come back." Fu Ying sat back at the dining table and continued her unfinished lunch.

After the two of them finished eating and hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door of the house. Sitting in a wheelchair, Fu Ying frowned and asked, "Who?"

"Hurry up and open the door, your father is here." Chang Er rang from outside the door with a panting voice.

Fu Ying quickly opened the door, and saw three people standing outside the door who were leaning on the wall and panting. Su Jiaojiao put down her high heels, wiped the sweat off her face and said, "Brother Ying, do you have sandals and slippers at home?" , let me kick my feet."

"The elevator should be powered by a separate generator, isn't it running?" Fu Ying was puzzled, and made room for them to change shoes in a wheelchair.

Chang Er wiped the sweat from his head: "I didn't see any generator for power supply, and three people came up by bus No. 11."

Jin Laowu put the cake he bought on the table, sat on the sofa and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and dropped out of his pocket with a jingle along with a bunch of keys.

Fu Ying bent down to help him pick it up, and was about to reach out to hand it to him, but suddenly saw a familiar metal piece hanging on it.

He paused with his outstretched hand, and took a closer look at the metal piece. Except that there was no white thing on it, it was exactly the same as the one on Dr. Cui's car.

A bad feeling spread from the bottom of my heart, Jin Laowu is not a person who hangs up decorations, he has always hated superfluous things, so this metal piece must have its own function.

Fu Ying's breathing suddenly became rapid. He blinked, opened and closed his mouth several times, as if he was struggling or hesitating, but he never said a word.

It seems that when he opens his mouth, he will open Pandora's box.

But his hesitation was seen by others. Seeing that he had been staring at this thing, Jin Lao Wu took the initiative to say, "What's the matter? You like this? I have several more here, and I can give them to you."

Fu Ying held the bunch of keys tightly, and asked softly, "What are these for?"

Jin Laowu smiled and said casually: "The locator is just an old model, but the signal is strong and the battery life is long. I often throw the keys and can't find them, so I got one and hung it up."

Seeing Fu Ying staring straight at the metal piece, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with you, it's like losing your soul."

Fu Ying supported her head and didn't answer. He stared at the locator, recalling the first time he saw this thing, it was when Cui Yue'an removed the plaster for himself. The white thing sticking on it should be the plaster.

That's the plaster cast on my own leg.

He suddenly laughed, covered his face and rubbed it a few times, and asked to himself under the puzzled eyes of the other three, "But why?"

He reluctantly forced himself to calm down and concentrate on thinking.

Why did Cui Yuean install a locator for herself?Or……

Why did Zhong Qiu install a locator for himself?