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Zhong Qiu, who got off work early, took the key and opened the door of Fu Ying's house. He smiled slightly, and the movements of his hands slowed down a bit, as if he was slowly enjoying the process of unlocking the door with the key, enjoying the open and aboveboard process.

This is the key he got from the master. It is no longer stolen by himself. The source is reasonable and legal, and it belongs to him.

Turn the door lock and open the door. There is already a smell of food in the house. Fu Ying is sitting on the sofa watching the news. When she hears the sound of the lock unlocking, she turns her head and smiles at Zhong Qiu who is standing at the door changing shoes: "I really came back early. The rice is not cooked yet."

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me to get it when I come back?" Zhong Qiu put the bag on the sofa, untied the tie with one hand and put it aside.

Fu Ying bent her mouth: "No, the dishes are all takeaway, I only cook the rice myself."

"That's good. Your legs are inconvenient now. It's best not to move around." Zhong Qiu sat beside Fu Ying, stretched out his arms to embrace him, naturally lowered his head and rubbed against his shoulder, and asked in a muffled voice : "Your friends are gone?"

Fu Ying raised her head and stared at the news on TV: "That's right, they have something to do tonight and they will leave first."

"Then I will invite them to dinner next time I have a chance." Zhong Qiu laughed.

Fu Ying: "Let's talk about it when we have a chance, they are all very busy."

His tone was flat, the anger and sadness he thought did not appear, everything that happened in the afternoon seemed to be forgotten, but after Zhong Qiu went to prepare the dishes, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

It's not difficult at all to pretend like you don't know anything.With a cold face, Fu Ying patted her clothes that Zhong Qiu leaned against, and the phone on the table rang again, reminding her of a new email.

Who will email me at this time?Could it be Zhong Xu?

Fu Ying picked up the phone and clicked on the mailbox, and found that it was still a blank email, exactly the same as yesterday, without any change.He couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and was about to log out of the mailbox, but felt something was wrong.

If there is no response to the prank, will it continue to be posted?

He paused, stretched his waist and leaned against the corner of the sofa, holding the phone at a height that made the screen enter the dead corner of the monitor.

After clicking on the mailbox again, Fu Ying thought for a while and wrote a reply to this blank email.The content of the reply letter is very simple, just say it's boring, don't send it again.

The email was sent smoothly. In order to prevent the sudden reminder of the email later, he switched his mobile phone to silent mode, pretended to read the news pushed on the social application, and adjusted his sitting posture slowly so that the monitor could see clearly own phone screen.

Zhong Qiu brought out the good meal, wiped his hands and walked to the sofa, carrying Fu Ying into the wheelchair.

The two sat down at the dining table, Zhong Qiu glanced at the table, smiled and asked, "Why do you order what I like?"

"Looking at how hard you are at work, of course you have to eat something good after work." Fu Ying looked at him with a face on her face: "The work is going well recently? Did you come back early and Secretary Feng didn't say anything?"

Zhong Qiu: "He has no right to control me, and he is in a hurry to go on a date after get off work. It was Miss Xu last time who asked him to eat hot pot together, and left without even changing his suit."

"Really? But didn't you say that Secretary Feng didn't like Miss Xu very much?" Fu Ying asked.

Zhong Qiu paused, took a mouthful of food and swallowed it down before saying, "Before, I didn't like her because of her strong personality, but after getting in touch with her a lot, I seem to think she is a bit cute in contrast."

He shrugged: "But this is normal. Love at first sight sounds good, but in reality, it is not as good as a long-lasting relationship."

Fu Ying laughed: "Then you seem to be the second type?"

"Then I..." Zhong Qiu pursed his lips and thought about it, and said seriously: "I didn't find you unpleasant when I saw you for the first time, but I feel very comfortable after seeing you for a long time, and I feel that you are a nice person to get along with."

He looked at Fu Ying and asked, "Is this the result of the combination of the two."

"I don't know." Fu Ying lowered her head to eat, and said vaguely: "Since Secretary Feng rarely falls in love, you should give him more personal space and don't make him work overtime."

Zhong Qiu raised his eyebrows: "But if he doesn't work overtime, then I will have to. Are you willing?"

Fu Ying gave him a strange look: "It's important for you to go to work to make money, so why should I be reluctant, and besides there is a Zhong Xu waiting for you to make mistakes, you'd better be careful."

Zhong Qiu: ...

He sighed: "Are you my boyfriend or my boss?"

Fu Ying laughed, thinking that I am neither of them now, and I don't want to be any of them.

After the two of them finished their meal, Fu Ying sat on the sofa to rest as usual, and asked Zhong Qiu to clean up the dishes.He watched TV for a while, picked up his phone and leaned back against the wall,

There was a new email in the mailbox, and this time the email content was no longer blank, but a sentence, to be precise, an address, followed by an emoji of the sun.

sun?Zhong Xu?

Why did he use the new email address to send blank emails to himself? Is sending blank emails twice in a row a test?Then what is the test?

Fu Ying paused, did he know that he was being monitored?

The sound of running water in the kitchen stopped, Fu Ying quickly wrote down the address, and deleted the email as usual, and quickly switched the phone screen to news.

The sound of Zhong Qiu's footsteps came quickly.

"Did you finish washing?" Fu Ying turned her head and asked.

Zhong Qiu responded and sat down beside Fu Ying, instead of glancing at the content on his phone, he carefully hugged Fu Ying's injured leg to himself, and pushed away the pajama pants on it.

"Don't move, let me take a look." Zhong Qiu pressed the button lightly and asked, "Is today still as uncomfortable as yesterday?"

Fu Ying looked at him and shook her head: "It's much better, the pain is gone now, it's just a little itchy."

"Itching is normal, bear with it and don't scratch." Zhong Qiu pulled up his pajama pants, and said softly, "When your legs recover, I'll drive you out for a while, you've been hurt all the time, It's all suffocating at home."

Fu Ying smiled: "Okay, then you can go to the nearby suburbs to see, the maple leaves are all red in autumn, it must be very beautiful."

"Although I haven't seen it, if you say it's beautiful, it must be pretty." Zhong Qiu suddenly reached out his hand, and gently scratched Fu Ying's cheek with his finger curled with his long hair, "I haven't gone out much these days, my hair has grown .”

"As long as it grows, it will grow. I haven't had longer hair yet. This time I just experienced it." He stretched out his hand and pulled it a few times, looked at Zhong Qiu and asked with a smile, "Is it ugly?"

Zhong Qiu shook his head, leaned close to Fu Ying's lips and said, "I think it's pretty."

The distance between the two was too close, and the breath was sprayed on each other's face. Fu Ying felt that the smile on her face was a little stiff, and was afraid that Zhong Qiu would see the flaw if she got too close, so she immediately stretched out her hand and smiled and pushed him away: "Okay , leaning on me and carefully pressing down on my legs."

Zhong Qiu obeyed his wishes and was pushed away, knowing that he could not act too hastily, but he was not satisfied with the indifferent touch just now, so he got up and held Fu Ying's hand, and kissed the dimple on his face.

The glasses on her face were taken off, Zhong Qiu's kiss fell on the corner of her eye, Fu Ying blinked, looked at the man who was close at hand, and said softly, "Your eyelashes are so long."

Zhong Qiu took his hand and touched his eyes: "Then touch it, if an eyelash falls off, you can still take the opportunity to make a wish."

He was just talking at first, but Fu Ying took it seriously, pinched an eyelash hard, and actually tore one off.

Zhong Qiu ouched, and Fu Ying leaned over to brag to him again, and said with a smile: "See if you dare to say such things in the future, it makes my skin crawl."

"You have goosebumps, and tears are coming out of my eyes." Zhong Qiu clicked his tongue, pulled Fu Ying's hand and patted it hard.

The two quarreled on the sofa for a while, worrying about Fu Ying's legs, Zhong Qiu didn't dare to overdo it, and finally just hugged him and sat on the sofa together, watching sci-fi movies on TV for half the night.

After washing, Fu Ying sat on the bed, waiting for Zhong Qiu's good night kiss to fall on her forehead. He rarely reached out to hold Zhong Qiu's arm, and raised her head to kiss his forehead.

"Good night."

Hearing the door close, Fu Ying tucked herself under the quilt until the sound of the door closing and the whole house became quiet before turning on her cell phone under the quilt.

When his eyes got used to the light in the dark, he actually felt a bit like a middle school student hiding under the covers and secretly playing with his mobile phone.

The brightness was at the lowest level, and the light inside could not be seen from outside the quilt. Fu Ying clicked on the chat box, and Chang Er's news jumped out in large paragraphs. Fu Ying dragged it to the end and saw Chang Er's OK, I was relieved.

The money was transferred directly to the account. Fu Ying and Chang Er made an appointment to meet tomorrow afternoon. After confirming the meeting place, he sent the address in today's email to Su Jiaojiao, asking her to help check whose property it was.

Su Jiaojiao replied "Received" in seconds.

Su Jiaojiao: The driver's information is still being checked, and it will be available to you tomorrow at the latest.

Su Jiaojiao: At that time, I will mark suspicious people red, but it does not rule out that other people have problems, you should take a good look.

Fu Ying laughed and said it was hard work, and transferred another sum of money to her.

After Su Jiaojiao received the money, she sent back a thank you boss expression.

The news about Jin Lao Wu here is still stagnant at the second-hand car factory. Fu Ying thinks that she should go there someday to find out something.

He reached out and touched his leg, tried to move it, and felt the flesh near the wound pull, it was a little itchy but not painful.

If he was not injured, it would be much more convenient to move by himself, but relatively, Zhong Qiu's vigilance towards himself would also increase, on the contrary, it would be inconvenient for him to move when he was injured, which would make Zhong Qiu less vigilant.

Fu Ying slowly stuffed the phone under the pillow, curled up in the bed again, and fell asleep curled up.

After waking up, Zhong Qiu had already prepared breakfast, Fu Ying sat on the bed for a while, and waited until he came to push the door before being pushed to wash in a wheelchair.

"The weather is really nice today." Fu Ying glanced at the sun outside: "There is still a little wind, it looks very comfortable."

Zhong Qiu handed him the towel: "Then do you want to go out today?"

"I don't really think about it. People will pay attention to me when I sit in a wheelchair. Let's forget it." Fu Ying lost interest, wiped her face and returned the towel to Zhong Qiu.

Zhong Qiu laughed: "No, you follow me to the company, there is a small park next to the company, I'll push you to go inside."

Fu Ying still shook her head: "Forget it, you are very busy at work."

"Not busy." Zhong Qiu saw his duplicity and persuaded him a few more words, but Fu Ying still didn't want to go out.

In the past few days, Fu Ying did not turn on the computer to watch the surveillance, nor did he contact Zhong Xu in any way, which made Zhong Qiu very satisfied. He was in a good mood, and his tone was a little softer, hoping that he would go out with him.

But Fu Ying still refused, and in the end Zhong Qiu took him out of the door with a sense of coercion.

Cui Yue'an specifically said that Fu Ying should bask in the sun more, and being bored in the house all the time is not good for physical and mental health, so she needs to walk outside more.

What's more, Zhong Qiu really wanted to take Fu Ying out to meet people, so that people around him would know him well and know that he was his own.He admits that he has a kid's show-off mentality. Every time someone he knows sees him and Fu Ying coming alone to say hello, the satisfaction it brings always makes him feel better.

The two drove to the company. Fu Ying was unwilling to go up below. She sat in a wheelchair and looked at Zhong Qiu and said, "I won't go up. I have nowhere to go. I can only stay in your office. Don't let people say Some rumors affect you."

Zhong Qiu thought that he wanted to avoid suspicion and didn't give Zhong Xu any chance to act, so he warmed up and sent him to the coffee shop downstairs of the company, and asked the waiter to take more care of him.

After he had left for less than 10 minutes, a woman in a business suit pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

Fu Ying, who was reading a book, suddenly raised her head and called out to the woman, "Miss Xu?"

Miss Xu turned her head and looked at Fu Ying approaching in surprise: "Mr. Fu, what's going on with you?"

"I had a small car accident, didn't Secretary Feng tell you?" Fu Ying smiled and watched him sit down opposite her.

Miss Xu nodded: "I told you, but I didn't expect to be in a wheelchair..."

He pursed his lips and smiled, avoided the topic, and ordered a latte from the waiter.

The two were talking on the surface, and a memory card was being passed in the dark place under the table.

"All the news on the phone is in it. As for other things, you can figure it out yourself. I'll set the tone..." Chang Er lowered his voice: "When he mentioned you, his attitude was indeed very subtle."

Fu Ying smiled, carefully put the memory card into her pocket, and looked up to see Secretary Feng who pushed the door in. He took a sip of coffee: "Got it, your target has appeared."