Senior is my fake wife

After Fu Qiong calmed down, she realized that her tone just now was inappropriate, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..."

He felt sick to his stomach when he thought of those things just now, and turned his head towards the wall.Sui Zhen didn't know what was wrong with him, and thought he was feeling unwell again, so he continued to caress his stomach silently.

His palms were warm, and when they were cold, he rubbed them together to warm them up and cover his stomach.

Fu Qiong said: "... What time is it? Should you go back..."

"I won't go back, I will accompany you." Sui Zhen said.

Fu Qiong insisted on wanting him to leave: "No, no... I can do it myself, you hurry back and I'll call you a taxi..."

"Sleep." Sui Zhen's voice was firm.

Fu Qiong: "..."

After hearing what he said, Fu Qiong became quiet.

He fell asleep in a daze and was woken up by the cold for a while. Feeling his stomach hurts again, he jumped up from the bed and ran to the toilet.

Vomiting in the first half of the night and diarrhea in the second half of the night, this self-help meal is really a waste of money.

He came out of the bathroom and leaned against the door, feeling that he was struggling to walk.Sui Zhen brought him a cup of warm water to take medicine, and said, "Come, take it."

Fu Qiong felt that the other party was approaching her, and instinctively began to back away.Sui Zhen put his hand on Fu Qiong's forehead, frowned and said, "Why do you have a fever?"

"..." Fu Qiong took the medicine, turned her head away from his hand, and returned to the bed.

He was still shivering while wrapped in the quilt, and he could see Sui Zhen beside the table still wearing his work shirt, with a laptop in front of him.The small clock on his desk told him that it was four o'clock, and Sui Zhen really never went back.

He sat at the table and said, "What did you have for dinner?"

"Eat buffet with colleagues..." Fu Qiong said weakly.

"Is it because the ingredients are not fresh?" Sui Zhen asked.

Fu Qiong didn't know either. He turned on his phone and found some news in their work group. After looking at it, it turned out that he was not the only one who was vomiting and diarrhea.Fu Qiong made a rough count, and at least half of their ten-person team was recruited, and they were clamoring for the store to claim compensation.

"...Hmm." Fu Qiong threw the phone to Sui Zhen to look at, and turned over listlessly, "So I have food poisoning..."

"Knowing that I have a bad stomach, don't be greedy for this kind of food." Sui Zhen threw his phone on the table and leaned over to cover him with a quilt.Some of his breathing touched the back of Fu Qiong's neck. Fu Qiong was originally facing away from him, but suddenly turned over and turned back into a straight-facing posture.

Surprised and deceitful all night.

Even if Sui Zhen is a log, he should understand what happened to him: "What happened to you today?"

"..." Fu Qiong pursed her lips, "Don't get so close to me."

Sui Zhen saw that the distance between the two of them could be squeezed in by one person, so he could only retreat a little more helplessly. He sat back on the chair and said in a muffled voice, "You hate me so much?"

"No." Fu Qiong closed her eyes, "...Anyway, don't, don't come near me."

"..." Sui Zhen sighed, "I'll take you to the hospital for a water hang."

Fu Qiong wanted to refuse, but his stomach felt uncomfortable again, and his muscles ached as if he had been beaten. Sui Zhen found clothes for him and put them on, and wrapped them into a small ball in the spring night.

Fu Qiong didn't want to go yet: "I'll just sleep on it."

"Go, don't talk." Sui Zhen whispered fiercely at him.

The nearest hospital was one kilometer away, and Sui Zhen took him there by taxi.Fu Qiong slept in the car for a while, but she was already much better. When she went to the outpatient clinic for a blood test, the doctor said it was acute gastroenteritis, just go for an infusion.

Fu Qiong tossed Sui Zhen all night, and now his haggard beard stubble appeared a little bit. Sitting on the recliner next to him, he looked up at the drip dripping from the infusion tube. He always felt that Sui Zhen's jaw The lines are very beautiful, like the face shape in the manga.

"Go to sleep for a while." Fu Qiong said weakly.

"It's okay." Sui Zhen then looked away and looked at him, "Let's see if you still eat these messy things in the future."

"Can you blame me?" Fu Qiong coughed twice, "It was a happy Friday, but the project ended, everyone went out to have a good meal...and finally went home..." Fu Qiong paused, turned his eyes away, "I was vomiting and diarrhea when I got home."

"What will you do if I don't come tonight." Sui Zhen said.

"Stay next to me." Fu Qiong leaned on the seat, "Anyway, if I don't go to work on Monday, someone will find me."

Sui Zhen was quiet for a while, the only sound in the hospital was the breathing of a sleepy patient, Sui Zhen suddenly whispered: "I was injured and sick before, and you took care of me like this."

Fu Qiong couldn't remember which time, closed her eyes and hummed twice: "Really?"

"I don't know if you really forgot or pretended to forget." Sui Zhen muttered in a low voice.

Fu Qiong said: "The past was the past..."

"I really liked the past." Sui Zhen hugged his head and looked at the ground, "But it's not fair to you, you don't like it..."

Fu Qiong didn't know what he was talking to himself inexplicably, he felt that his world was full of hazy and isolated voices.

Sui Zhen sighed, sat with his long legs spread apart, and tilted his head: "Go to sleep, I'm here, I'll take you back after hanging the water."

Although Fu Qiong didn't sleep well on the back of the chair in the hospital, she slept until dawn.Someone wrapped him in a blanket in the middle of the night, and Fu Qiong felt that he was being hugged, but he couldn't open his eyes, staggered for a while, and then opened his eyes and found himself on a strange bed.

Fu Qiong jumped up from the bed: "Why am I here!"

He lowered his head, his clothes were taken off and only his underwear was left, his stomach was empty. Fu Qiong realized that he was sleeping on Sui Zhen's big bed. Sleeping on the sofa on his back.

There was nowhere to stretch my legs, and I didn't change my clothes.There are some cigarette butts in a nearby ashtray, and his laptop is still on standby.

Fu Qiong recovered from her illness, and she didn't feel dizzy anymore. She picked up the basket next to her and put a plastic bag on it, and began to pick up the paper and bottles on the table for him.As I was doing it, there was an illusion of going back in time.

He stood in the center of the living room holding the trash can, his eyes slowly circled around Sui Zhen.

This is the second time for him to come here. Although Sui Zhen lives alone, he always feels that there is a strange illusion of a person accompanying him in this house.

Forget it, don't think about it.

When Fu Qiong took a step, her knee accidentally bumped against the table next to her, making a noise.Surprised Sui Zhen on the sofa, Sui Zhen suddenly woke up a bit dazed, and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

Fu Qiong bit her lower lip, just about to speak, when she heard Sui Zhen shout in a daze, "... Wife?"

Fu Qiong: "..."

He went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and when he turned around, he saw Sui Zhen already sitting on the sofa with a depressed face and began to pinch his own bracelet with his hands.

This familiar feeling...

"Are you hungry?" Sui Zhen asked suddenly.

"It's okay." Fu Qiong leaned against the door, "Thank you... last night..."

"It's okay." Sui Zhen stood up with her messy hair, "I made millet porridge for you, let it cool down before drinking."

He rubbed his hair and walked to the bathroom: "I have something to do, so I'll go out later."

"You haven't slept well all night." Fu Qiong walked over, "You...do you want to sleep for a while?"

"I've been too busy these days." Sui Zhen changed his clothes, washed and shaved his face indiscriminately, and came out of the bathroom, his face was still tired, but there was a happy expression on his face, "Do you care about me?"

"..." Fu Qiong took the bowl by herself, put away the porridge for the two of them, "So what exactly are you doing?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Sui Zhen looked in the mirror while wearing a coat.

"Just change the subject if you ask me!" Fu Qiong said angrily.

"Planning." Sui Zhen looked at him sideways after wearing clothes, "I'm working as a planner in a game company."

Fu Qiong asked in surprise, "...which company are you in?"

"Small company, don't mention it." Sui Zhen stuffed his notebook and put his bag on his back, "When this project is completed and I get the project bonus, I may have a long vacation, or maybe..."

He was lost in thought.

Fu Qiong: "?"

Finally, Sui Zhen said to Qiong: "If you want to leave, just lock the door and put the key in the carpet. Call me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Thank you." Fu Qiong didn't know what to say.

"I'm leaving." Sui Zhen said.

"Wait, wait." Fu Qiong said, "Tie, you tie!"

Sui Zhen lowered her head, and Fu Qiong had already stood up to straighten him up, only to find that Sui Zhen was looking down at him after the pulling.

Fu Qiong quickly let go: "Let's go."

"Thank you." Sui Zhen said, "...It would be great if the senior always behaved like this."

"Don't say stupid things." Fu Qiong pulled him by the shoulder and pushed him away, "Let's go."

After Sui Zhen left, Fu Qiong sighed, went back to finish packing the half-packed things, and tied up the garbage bags.

There is still a guitar in Sui Zhen's bedroom, I don't know if he is still playing it.There are many Chinese and English setting collections on the bookshelf, and he is doing game planning... I don't know which company he is in.

Fu Qiong went around and found a small door behind his door. He opened it casually and found that it was a small storage room. It was so small that it could hardly accommodate people, and it was full of logs.Just when Fu Qiong was about to close the door, she squinted her eyes and turned her head to look at the things inside the door.

"Bed board." Fu Qiong murmured.

He leaned in a little more, and found that there were not just one bed board, but two.

Next to the other bed board there was a vertical wooden horizontal bar, which looked gray because of the accumulation of dust.

"..." Fu Qiong resisted the urge not to touch it, and looked around again, and sure enough, she saw something that needed to be assembled, like a staircase or a hand pedal.

This is a bunk bed, the same as the one he and Sui Zhen slept in the rental house before, why is there another one here.

Fu Qiong's strange feeling became more and more intense.

There was a box in the storage room, with a cover on it, and Fu Qiong lifted it slightly to see the quilt inside.There are also some scattered water glasses and small items.

It's from where they lived before.

Sui Zhen actually moved here?

Without asking Sui Zhen, he closed the door of the storage room and looked at the room again.

He didn't know what he should feel, and he was afraid of what to feel.After tidying up the house, he hurriedly took his bag and left.

……

Monday morning.

When Fu Qiong entered the office, she saw a few of them talking together, and seeing Fu Qiong coming, each of them had a bitter face: "Morning! You should do it too!"

"..." Fu Qiong felt that there was something wrong with this way of greeting.

Does he say "right" or "no".

Fu Qiong went to sit on the seat and turned on the computer, and the mailbox was filled with various task emails. He began to miss the days when he opened the mailbox for a week with a picture.

"Xiao Fu." Annie came over and patted the back of his chair.

"...?" Fu Qiong looked up in astonishment, and met Annie's indifferent face.

"Come to the meeting room, I have something to talk to you about." Annie said.

Every time Fu Qiong was confused by this tone, she panicked, not knowing the cause and effect, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Annie and he went to a separate meeting room, and the two sat down opposite each other.Annie went straight to the topic and said, "I just want to tell you that I will write you a recommendation email for the internal rating next month, which means that you are about to be promoted, and you will lead a team to participate in the project in the future."

"Really?" Fu Qiong said in surprise, "Thank you sister."

"It should have been yours last quarter, and this time it's been promoted. Your design ability is not bad, and your foundation is also good. You can do projects by yourself." Annie angrily wrote a few strokes on the paper, "I want It’s not the last time a related account got involved, your year-end bonus should be doubled.”

Fu Qiong sighed: "It's fine if I can be promoted. It's because I'm not capable. It's fine. It's fine this time."

"It's a sure thing this time, because there will be an industry sharing session in the middle of the month." Annie said, "I, you, bring a plan, and we will listen together. Do you understand the meaning of the above?"

Fu Qiong immediately realized: "...um."

"Very good." Annie stood up, "Come on."