Senior is my fake wife

Fu Qiong heard him repeatedly emphasize "friend", thinking that since she has a clear conscience, it's fine to be a friend.Sui Zhen has been there for so many years, and because he has a bad relationship with his family, he feels that every New Year's Eve is not going well for him. In fact, there is no need for a big New Year's Eve. Let's talk about what's going on after the New Year.

He said: "Okay, see you tomorrow, be careful on the road, it's going to rain and snow."

……

Said it was sleet, but the snow at night looked quite heavy, almost like it was snowing.Fu Qiong stood by the window, looking at the snowflakes fluttering and flying under the street lamps outside, wondering if the snowflakes would pile up, while calling Wang Li.

"It's snowing over there." Wang Li said, "Pay attention to your health."

"Then did you have a good time?" Fu Qiong asked with a smile.

"Happy." Wang Li said, "What will you do during the Chinese New Year? Are you alone?"

"..." Fu Qiong lowered her head and played with her hands, "No, with friends."

"Isn't he going back?" Wang Li said, "Isn't it my girlfriend?"

"Mom..." Fu Qiong blamed, "Here we go again."

"You can't always think about work." Wang Li said, "You..."

"You say again that I'm dead." Fu Qiong said.

Wang Li said: "Okay, don't talk, don't talk... Mom brought you something..."

He chatted with Wang Li for a while before hanging up the phone.

He spread the heating mat that Sui Zhen gave him, put on gloves and wrapped up a small quilt and began to paint.

……

The next day, New Year's Eve.

There are very few people outside the staff apartment, and most of them have gone home.Liao Xin knocked on the door of Fu Qiong's house in the morning, and brought him Pansheng dumplings: "My mother made them, and all kinds of fillings are mixed together, you just eat it."

"Ah... Thank you, happy new year." Fu Qiong said, "I bought some milk, you can drink it."

"Oh, I'm not busy." Liao Xin said, "Are you alone today?"

"No, go find my friend." Fu Qiong said.

"Then you two should eat dumplings together." Liao Xin said.

Fu Qiong nodded, thanked her, and Sui Zhen's call came.

"Are you up?" Sui Zhen asked.

"I'm ready to go out, what's your address?" Fu Qiong said.

"I'll wait for you downstairs." Sui Zhen said.

Fu Qiong was speechless, thinking to himself what time is it, he would have to sit in the freezing cold as long as he lay on the meeting bed, how could he be lost at such a big age.

He carried the dumplings, changed his clothes and went downstairs. From a distance, he saw Sui Zhen standing at the security room at the entrance of their apartment. The security guard was talking to him. He looked inside, smoking a cigarette with the security guard.

Seeing that Fu Qiong was coming, he put out his cigarette.

"Morning, uncle." Fu Qiong greeted the security guard obediently, and gave him a box of biscuits in her hand, "Happy New Year."

"Look, he's talking... oh, you're so polite!" The security guard immediately said, "Xiao Fu went out today?"

"En." Fu Qiong glanced at Sui Zhen, "... let's go."

The two of them walked out of the place, and Fu Qiong asked curiously, "What are you talking about with Uncle Security?"

"He asked me who I was waiting for, and I said I was waiting for you." Sui Zhen said, "He said you are a very good person, and you would often send them some food when you got off work late."

"It's just something issued by the unit." Fu Qiong said, "I can't eat it myself and waste it, so I give it to uncle."

When the traffic was coming, Sui Zhen wanted to pull him in, but felt that this action would make Fu Qiong uncomfortable, so he finally just gave him a hand, and silently walked to his left side: "You still have to be with me?" Same as before."

Fu Qiong smiled: "You seem to be different, but I can't tell what is different."

"Have you calculated that we haven't seen each other for a few years?" Sui Zhen asked.

Fu Qiong asked inexplicably, "Don't we see each other every year?"

Sui Zhen's face overflowed with displeasure, and he muttered in a low voice: "That's okay? Every time you see me, you either turn around and run, or someone surnamed Bai deliberately blocked me."

Fu Qiong said: "...I don't know what to say to you."

"It's been three years." Sui Zhen said, "Neither of us sat down to have a good meal."

He turned his face sideways: "However, I... I have changed."

"What change?" Fu Qiong asked.

"I can cook now." Sui Zhen said.

Fu Qiong looked up at him, and said unexpectedly, "You know how to cook?"

"I'll do it today." Sui Zhen hurriedly said.

Fu Qiong laughed: "Okay."

Sure enough, Sui Zhen only took him for two bus stops, and when they arrived in a high-rise residential area, Sui Zhen said that he would go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients first. Fu Qiong went into the supermarket, and remembered Sui Zhen's appearance when he was in college. , I still held a skeptical attitude: "... Can you really eat the food you cook? How about we buy some food at the door, and I brought dumplings."

Sui Zhen pulled a small basket, took two steps and found it was too short, and lifted it up again: "I have lived outside for three years by myself, if I don't know how to cook, I will starve to death."

He pointed generously: "You choose."

Fu Qiong joked with him: "I'll eat them all, but it's unreasonable for Mr. Zhen not to order some tough dishes."

Fu Qiong found that he was really familiar with this supermarket, and he might come here often.

The stall owners of several stalls greeted him when they saw him. A local aunt at a stall saw him very excited and asked him why he didn’t go home for the New Year.So Fu Qiong began to build the current image of Sui Zhen in her heart again. She can cook, looks like she should have a good job, is very popular among middle-aged and elderly women, and lives in a good neighborhood, near the subway...

what with what.

Speaking of which, if Sui Zhen's house is nearby, it means his company is also nearby.

Seeing Sui Zhen picking up a big drink of milk and looking at the date, Fu Qiong said, "...I want to ask you something."

"En." Sui Zhen responded.

"Do you work nearby?" Fu Qiong asked.

Sui Zhen put the milk into the basket: "It's neither near nor far."

He slowed down a bit, stepping on the still pond.

"If the seniors really cared, they wouldn't ask me where I work now." Sui Zhen said.

"Then what do you mean?" Fu Qiong asked.

"..." Sui Zhen said, "Forget it."

"..." Fu Qiong's forehead was bulging with veins, thinking that this person was too slow to speak, and he didn't know who he had learned from in the past few years, so he said, "I don't care what you are doing, because I think if you If you want to talk, you will always tell me."

"It's my fault again." Sui Zhen sighed helplessly, "Can we stop talking about work during the New Year?"

Fu Qiong entered the elevator with him and went up to ten floors.Sui Zhen opened the door with a key, and when he opened it, a warm feeling spread across the surface.

Fu Qiong poked her head out behind Sui Zhen and saw Sui Zhen's home.

A hall with simple decoration is the log color design that Fu Qiong likes, it looks warm and cozy.

Sui Zhen brought him slippers, Fu Qiong looked down at him, and saw that they were the same pair.

"One room and one living room." Fu Qiong paced in and saw some ingredients on the table, which should have been prepared by Sui Zhen before.

It looked small, but it was definitely bigger than his room.

There is a TV, an s4 is placed in front of it, game CDs are scattered on the floor, and there are a few cushions in front of it-the layout is exactly the same as the house they rented outside before.

Fu Qiong quietly glanced at the room next to her, her brows twitched, and she held back the movement of her hand to hold the door: "Your room really looks like the residence of single young men..."

"It's not too messy." Sui Zhen ran in, and put the jeans he left on the bed on the stool, "...Sorry."

"It's okay." Fu Qiong said, "My obsessive-compulsive disorder is too serious."

He glanced at Sui Zhen's computer, and it really fit his personality. It has a cool black appearance and blue borders. On top of the computer is a rather eye-catching western dragon, with its sharp claws hooked on the border and spitting fire downwards. , but it's strangely an unpainted gray model.

"Come out." Sui Zhen walked to the door and called him, "Go and sit for a while, you can play games."

Fu Qiong didn't play games very much, so he decided to go to the kitchen to help cut fruit. He put the bag of dumplings made by Liao Xin's family on the table: "This is made by my friend's mother, the one you saw yesterday..."

"..." Sui Zhen took a glance and said, "Oh."

"Cook later or?"

"It will be all right."

Sui Zhen started to stew ribs, stir-fry vegetables, wash rice, and proceeded step by step in an orderly manner, as if he was really familiar with it.Fu Qiong observed his home, rice, salt, sauce and vinegar were not new, and he seemed to be living well.

"Sleeve." Sui Zhen stretched out his hand to him, "Turn it on."

"Okay." Fu Qiong leaned over.

He didn't move, but when he approached him, because his sleeves were tight and he was slightly close to him, there was still a faint smell of washing powder and a pleasant smell on his body, I don't know if it was men's perfume.

He was close to Sui Zhen, when he looked up, Sui Zhen just lowered his head, and the two were very close.

For a long time, Fu Qiong felt that her heart was beating very fast.

He took two steps back, changed the topic and said, "How much does your house cost per month? It feels so luxurious to live alone..."

"I didn't want to live alone." Sui Zhen said.

"...Huh?" Fu Qiong was taken aback for a moment.

Sui Zhen scooped up the soup and put the spoon in it: "Take it out, the dumplings will be eaten at night."

Fu Qiong didn't understand what he meant, but vaguely felt that there was something to it.After he took out the soup, he walked around the room.

Sofa, bay window... The sofa that looks like it can make people sink into it looks extremely comfortable and comfortable. Fu Qiong walked over and sat down, and the whole person sank into it.

I have always wanted to buy one, but Sui Zhen's family actually has...

Fu Qiong sat for a while, and a strange thought suddenly occupied his mind.

"Come here." Sui Zhen's voice sounded, "Eat."

……

After eating, Sui Zhen asked him if he wanted to watch him play games.

"I'm busy with work, I haven't played for a long time." Sui Zhen walked over to the sofa and nestled down, and said to Fang Qiong, "Come and try the sofa."

Fu Qiong had just had a full meal, and was still relishing Sui Zhen's food: "It's delicious... hiccup."

Sui Zhen might find it funny, so he hummed and laughed out loud.

"One thing to say, it's really okay." Fu Qiong stood up, and sat on the sofa with her stomach supported, "...I can't tell."

He thought for a while, and quickly stood up: "I'm going to wash the dishes."

"Tsk." Sui Zhen pulled him back, and Fu Qiong sat down on the sofa and sank into it, without standing up all of a sudden: "!"

"Don't worry about that." Sui Zhen said, "Can't you sit down for a while after eating?"

Fu Qiong's wrist was pulled by him, lying on the sofa unable to move, she twitched her hand: "You cook and I wash the dishes."

After speaking, something feels wrong.

Sui Zhen might also be a little dazed, but Fu Qiong took the opportunity to withdraw her arm and picked up the handle.