Hey, are you in love?

After Fu Zhaoyang hung up the phone, he called Gu Yuheng, saying that he might not go to his place at night.The fairy surnamed Gu rang the alarm for a moment, wondering if the clay paper last night had scared him, and pretended to be good in front of him, so he didn't want to touch him again when he turned around, but he was a straightforward person, so he directly Ask: "Why didn't you come?"

"Aren't I going on a business trip next month? My mother will go to my place to see if there is anything missing." Fu Zhaoyang stood up like a big man who was a few meters tall. He had to ask his mother to pack his luggage when he was on a business trip. I feel a little ashamed.

Gu Yuheng didn't pay attention, as if hearing his business trip for the first time, his face was distorted with shock: "Are you going on a business trip next month? Isn't that a few days away? It's NO.18 today!"

"Well, you may not have heard what I told you before going to bed last night." Fu Zhaoyang said: "The hospital organizes a trip to the countryside to send warmth, and it will take a month."

As soon as the two of them established their relationship, Fu Zhaoyang was about to go on a business trip. Gu Yuheng felt a little bit reluctant, but he couldn't affect his work, so he had to ask pitifully, "Then you won't come back tonight?" He always said that Fu Zhaoyang went to his house as " Come back', as if the two of them had already become a family, but Fu Zhaoyang himself felt at ease in his heart, so he never corrected him.

"Maybe I won't come back. When my mother is gone, I'll see the time has passed and I'll send you a message in advance. You don't have to wait for me, go to bed first."

Gu Yuheng didn't dare to have any complaints against his mother-in-law, so he could only reluctantly say: "Well, if it's really too late, don't come here."

Hearing his soft and coquettish nasal voice, Fu Zhaoyang hung up the phone reluctantly, Bailian Steel had already turned into soft fingers.

When the Empress Dowager arrived, Fu Zhaoyang had just entered the house, so the timing was just right.Fu Zhaoyang said: "You used to be from the Security Bureau, right? Or did you install a surveillance camera next to me? Why did you follow me when I entered the house? How can this skill look like an ordinary old lady?"

"You're an old lady!" Ms. Mu annoyed people calling her aunt the most while walking on the road, and the second thing she annoyed people calling her old lady.

"All right, all right, I'm an old lady." Fu Zhaoyang hadn't lived at home for several days, and a layer of dust had accumulated on the stove, so he put down his bag and took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and handed it to Mu Qing, saying : "You drink water first."

Mu Qing took it in his hand and put it aside, wandered around the kitchen, and soon discovered the clue, and asked, "How long has it been since you fired?"

"Usually eat in the hospital, there is no need to open fire." This is also true, and Fu Zhaoyang almost believed it himself after he said it.

Mu Qing also believed it, and scolded him for not taking good care of his body, while boiling water with a hot water bottle, raised his hand to take a few bowls from the cupboard and washed them, poured food from the thermos, and it was thick Thick black rice porridge is Fu Zhaoyang's favorite drink.She herself picked up a rag and started cleaning.

"Mom, don't do it, sit there and rest for a while, besides, my place is not dirty." Fu Zhaoyang took a sip of the porridge and put down the spoon, and said to her.

"It's not dirty. Look at how thick the dust is. It's sloppy. How will you find a wife in the future?" As soon as she said this, she felt a little sad. Fu Zhaoyang would never find a wife in this life. Using words to scold him, not only did not have any deterrent effect, but it made her feel even more sad. She sighed immediately and said nothing more.

Fu Zhaoyang didn't take it to heart, his mother had been scolding like this before, and she was used to it for so many years, and she didn't feel anything wrong from it.

Mu Qing was in his bedroom, while cleaning with a rag, he threw all the suspected worn clothes from his closet on the bed, preparing to wash them again later, and the sheets were also ripped off. spared.

Fu Zhaoyang yelled at her while eating in the living room: "Aren't you here to help me with my luggage? How did you clean up?"

"It's so dirty, can people live in it without cleaning it? It's like a pig's nest."

Fu Zhaoyang sighed and stopped talking, and it was the same when she went to Fu Zhaohui's place, she must do a big cleaning.Comrade Fu Wei disagreed with her approach very much, and often said to her: "Let them do their own things at home since they were young, but when they grow up, they work more and more and go back, and you need to clean them. There are more than a dozen big men, and I have to be taken care of by my mother, what do you look like?"

Mu Qing wanted to retort: ​​"The child didn't come out of your stomach. You don't feel bad. You can take care of it no matter what is under your nose. Is it the same when you go out? Besides, I don't go every day, not even a month." Once, clean and clean, what's bothering you?"

It doesn't bother Fu Wei, but it's still a bit embarrassing for the two Fu Zhaoyang brothers.For example, once, Mu Qing swept out a used condom from under Fu Zhaohui's bed. At that time, she didn't know whether to be pleased that one of the two sons finally knew how to shove other people's cabbages, or to scold Fu Zhaohui for being messy. Throwing rubbish in a sloppy and unhygienic situation was really embarrassing. Fu Zhaohui, who was so good at making jokes, could only touch the tip of his nose and not speak at that time.

From then on, Fu Zhaohui never littered again, and Mu Qing never helped him sweep under the bed.Relatively speaking, Fu Zhaoyang's side has never had any new trends. In a typical bachelor's life, he doesn't have to start a fire once a month.

Mu Qing threw the freshly packed sheets into the washing machine, and then went to work in the kitchen. She came here today to bring some ingredients, and she prepared them for Fu Zhaohui before leaving and put them in the refrigerator. It was better than eating in the cafeteria every day. "Where is your frying pan stuffed again?" She opened the cabinet to search, and asked Fu Zhaohui at the same time. The questions at this time are usually not to get answers, but just routine questions. After all, Fu Zhaoyang is probably not familiar with this kitchen. , in the end she had to find out by herself.

Fu Zhaoyang really said: "Where was it when you came last time, it's still there this time."

After a while, Mu Qing gasped in the kitchen, came out with an electric casserole, and asked, "When did you buy an electric casserole? Don't you usually turn on the fire?" And looking at the condition of the casserole, it was obviously used.

Fu Zhaoyang thought about it, and felt that it was best to vaccinate his mother in advance, so that she would know that she would really bring someone home in the future, so that there would be no fuss, so he said: "Gu Yu was the one before Isn’t Heng hospitalized in our hospital? I made soup for him twice.”

Mu Qing still had an impression of this matter. At that time, Fu Zhaoyang called to ask her about the recipe, and was scolded by her.In fact, she still wanted to scold him at this time, but she opened her mouth and remained silent for a long time. Finally, she let out an oh and went back to the kitchen with the pot in her hand.

Fu Zhaoyang ate dinner in the living room, cleared the dishes and went in, saw Mu Qing was washing the rag in the sink with his head down, and said, "You leave it there, I'll come."

Mu Qing didn't speak, and stepped aside.Fu Zhaoyang lowered his head and found that his mother's eyes seemed to be a little red. He sighed deeply, feeling distressed, reached out and stroked her shoulder lightly, and called out: "Mom."

After all, Mu Qing is already a middle-aged woman over half a century old, even if she refuses to admit it, she is about to step into the ranks of little old ladies.Standing beside Fu Zhaoyang, her head could only reach her son's armpit. Although she often spoke harshly to them, she was actually just a mother with a soft heart.

Her eyes were red and she didn't speak, with a few locks of broken hair hanging from her ears, she looked weak and embarrassed, walked around Fu Zhaoyang, walked out of the kitchen, and went to the bedroom to check his luggage for him.

Mu Qing sat in the bedroom for a while, wondering if his mind was too disturbed, and after helping Fu Zhaoyang order something good, he said, "I'll buy you a small electric cooker from the Internet, and if you don't have something delicious to eat, you can cook it yourself. Stuffed eggs; there is still a blanket at home, wait for you to come back in two days to get it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Wei called to urge her to go home, and she left directly with the thermos, and didn't discuss the electric casserole with Fu Zhaoyang, probably still feeling unhappy.

Fu Zhaoyang looked at the clean guy Shier in the house, and in the end he could only sigh, and after he sighed, he called Gu Yuheng again.Over there, afraid of being discovered by Mu Qing, she never dared to contact him, and she didn't even dare to send a text message. When she saw him calling, she asked in a low voice, "Auntie is gone?" It was like an underground party connection.

Fu Zhaoyang hummed, and felt funny again hearing his voice, and said, "The ugly daughter-in-law will see her in-laws sooner or later, what are you afraid of?"

Gu Yuheng had no such intention at all. Hearing what he said, he felt a little embarrassed, so he didn't answer.

Fu Zhaoyang couldn't hear his reply, so he consciously changed the topic and said, "I'll pack up in a while and go there, and bring two more clothes for change."

Gu Yuheng hummed and hung up the phone.

The room was filled with the sound of washing machines humming and working. Fu Zhaoyang sat on the sofa in the living room, feeling a little tired. Although he was ready for a protracted war, he never got a response time and time again. Withdrawing and being weak, it was impossible for him not to feel a little discouraged.Furthermore, the human heart is greedy. When you can’t get it, you only want a little response. When you get the response, you want all of him. If you get everything, you are still not satisfied. You have to make a lifetime promise...

The washing machine stopped working, and Fu Zhaoyang pulled out the sheets to dry on the balcony. There were also some dirty clothes that Mu Qing had appraised to be washed in the laundry basket next to him, and he threw them there as well.In the end, he rode alone in the night, riding his little broken donkey, and drove to the insecure, narcissistic and lovely old boyfriend.

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The lovely boyfriend's place was very deserted. For the past two days, because Fu Zhaoyang spent the night with him every day, Zhang Yan consciously left early every time.Gu Yuheng guarded the empty boudoir alone with one disabled leg, no matter how pitiful he looked.When he thought of Fu Zhaoyang going on a business trip for a month next month, he felt even more pitiful. He was obviously always alone before, but after being nourished by love, he couldn't stand loneliness anymore.One month, a whole month, how can I live this month?

He hasn't been in touch with the company for a while, why not call Wang Ruoqin and ask him to pick up an indoor variety show judge or something?Or is there any program group that needs disabled actors?He always complained that Wang Ruoqin didn't give him a rest. In fact, he himself couldn't be free. When he was free, he would be lonely.