Coquettish

Xie Yan didn't sleep well that night.

He didn't sleep much, and he slept long enough in the afternoon, and his drowsiness was entirely caused by the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss.

The next day Xie Yan woke up very early, his consciousness was still fuzzy, and he had nothing to do, so he lay quietly on the bed, and turned on his phone after a while, Brother Fu still had no news.

Xie Yan poked the keyboard twice with her fingers, and felt a little weak again, and deleted all the words she just typed.

He couldn't tell what it was like just now, maybe Brother Fu was really too busy recently.

After a while, Xie Yan still picked up the phone and reopened the WeChat interface, "I accidentally scratched my arm yesterday, and I'm fine today. Brother Fu, don't worry, just go about your own business first."

The moment the message was sent, there was a ticking sound from another part of the room at the same time.

Maybe it was because the surroundings were too quiet, so the sound was extra loud.

Xie Yan was startled, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, looked for the sound, went around, and saw a black mobile phone on the sink countertop in the bathroom.

It belongs to Fu Qing.

Xie Yan's heartbeat quickened, hesitated for a moment, and turned on the screen. It showed that someone had just sent a WeChat message, and the note was "good boy".

He smiled unconsciously, pursed his lips slightly, took the phone out of the bathroom, put it on the bedside table, and lay back on the bed.

About half an hour later, there was movement at the door. Xie Yan was playing with her mobile phone with her right hand. Turning her head to look over, Fu Qing was pushing open the door, walking in with a lunch box in her right hand.

Fu Qing smiled at him, put the lunch box in his hand on the table, and explained by the way, "When I arrived in the morning, you were still sleeping and had nothing to do, so you went out and bought some pork liver, and borrowed the kitchen to cook it. Have some porridge."

He paused, then asked again, "You don't hate eating offal, do you?"

The tone was very casual, as if it was no big deal to rush back from thousands of miles overnight, and Xie Yan couldn't ask the questions that Xie Yan wanted to ask.

How did Brother Fu know?

When did Brother Fu come?

How did Brother Fu come so fast?

There is no need to ask these, because Fu Qing is already in front of him.

Xie Yan bit her lower lip, all the gloomy mood from yesterday dissipated, she smiled at Fu Qing, and said softly, "I don't hate it."

He usually has a cold temper, doesn't smile very much, or even smiles with a hint of sharpness, but now his brows and eyes are softened, his eyes are full of water, and he looks very cute.

Xie Yan was about to get out of bed to wash up, Fu Qing even installed the mouthwash in advance, he didn't refuse, his eyes fell on Fu Qing in the mirror, and he muttered softly, "It's not disabled anymore."

Fu Qing pretended not to hear the children's complaints.

After washing up, Fu Qing didn't ask what was going on, but first served Xie Yan a bowl of porridge with pork liver and lean meat. The pork liver was well processed without any fishy smell.

Xie Yan is not picky, there is nothing that I hate so much that I can't eat it, but I don't like the taste of pork liver very much, not to mention that Fu Qing cooked it himself, and I didn't expect it to taste very good.

Fu Qing turned on the phone and saw the WeChat message sent not long ago, looked up at Xie Yan, the child was drinking porridge quietly, so she deliberately teased him, "Xiao Xie is so duplicity, when I came yesterday, you were still asking" Is Brother Fu free to come and accompany me?', I forgot all about it after sleeping, and sent a WeChat message saying don't worry, let me do my own business first."

Xie Yan paused as he drank the porridge, could it be that he was a little embarrassed, his ears were red, "I can't remember, I was still dreaming at that time."

Did he ever say that?

Xie Yan bit the spoon, thinking, this is too stupid, as expected, blood loss makes people mentally handicapped.

Fu Qing smiled, and asked Xie Yan, "Doesn't it count in dreams?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask was, was it because it was him in the dream that he said that?

But Fu Qing didn't ask.

After eating a hot breakfast, Xie Yan's complexion improved a lot, and her spirits also lifted, unlike yesterday's sleepy one.

Fu Qing has already booked a hotel, he wants to take Xie Yan back to recuperate, the environment in the county hospital is always not good.

After hearing this, Xie Yan opened the curtain to look at it, then closed it immediately, and frowned, "There are reporters outside, and they haven't left yet. I don't want to be interviewed. I'm afraid it's not easy to go out."

But these can't affect Xie Yan's mood much anymore. He is very happy now, and he doesn't care about other things. He smiled at Fu Qing, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have to change the medicine this afternoon. Maybe by then They just left, and now they can't come in."

Fu Qing's eyes darkened, but she still said to Xie Yan: "Well, then wait."

He also learned about this news from the Internet, and now the headlines of the major news are fans chasing celebrities crazily, hurting people with passion, and every family wants to interview Xie Yan first.

Xie Yan had a good idea, but it was a pity that he was not in the circle before, and he didn't understand the reporter's desire for news headlines.

When Fu Qing went out to fetch hot water, someone was asking the nurse about Xie Yan's condition.He inquired furtively, and made up a lot of nonsense, but the nurse didn't catch it, and directly told Xie Yan's ward number.

However, Fu Qing noticed that the man's hand was covered with a thick jacket, which was bulging, and it could be vaguely seen that it was the outline of a camera.

Fu Qing put down the water bottle and easily grabbed the reporter. His strength was so great that ordinary people couldn't resist at all.

He opened his coat and hid a camera inside. It was indeed a reporter. He pressed the lens of the camera and asked, "How much is this?"

Fu Qing in front of him was almost a head taller than the reporter, with extremely short hair, scars at the corners of his eyes, and a fierce aura, which was not easy to provoke at first sight. The reporter took a few steps back in fright before stopping, but pretended Calm down, stern and soft-hearted, "None of your business!"

Fu Qing held him by the shoulders, pressed against the wall, lifted him almost with one arm, and repeated slowly, "How much is the camera?"

The reporter felt a pain in his shoulder, and his feet almost left the ground, so he immediately panicked.He works as an entertainment reporter. Ordinary celebrities are afraid of offending their pens, so they usually hold them in their hands. He has never met such a person. He is afraid that he will really be beaten this time, so he said something tremblingly. number.

Fu Qing let go of the reporter's shoulder, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, and forced the reporter to unlock it and turn the number he said just now. After changing the camera, it fell directly on the ground and fell to pieces.

The reporter froze in place, his legs trembled and he didn't dare to move.

Fu Qing glanced at him, and said plainly: "After you go out, tell all the reporters who are still waiting outside to smash one by one."

It was the same when he smashed the camera, and now he looks at the reporter with the same gaze, it seems that there is no difference between the two, one moment he can smash the camera, and the next moment he can smash his head.

The reporter was so frightened that he didn't even take his coat, and was about to run away, but was stopped by Fu Qing behind him.

He heard the man say, "Clean out your trash before you go."

The reporter trembled under his gaze, and was forced to put the broken camera into the trash can, and cursed after walking out of the hospital, "What the hell, can't you write without photos? I'm going to write Xie Yan as an idiot! Maybe more traffic."

Before he had time to start writing, the editor-in-chief's WeChat message came over, "Stop squatting about Xie Yan, come back soon."

The reporter didn't quite understand, and asked, "What do you mean?"

The editor-in-chief meant something, "The higher-ups didn't say that they were not allowed to write about this, but they couldn't disturb the recovery of the wounded. It's not just our family, other families should be back. You can figure out what it means."

The reporter looked around, and sure enough, the colleagues who had been squatting for such a long time packed up their things and prepared to leave.He cursed, "Damn, there's someone behind."

He can't even write reports as he likes.

After Fu Qing fetched water, he didn't mention what happened to Xie Yan, but asked, "What happened yesterday?"

Xie Yan frowned slightly, supported her head, and looked at Fu Qing, "Actually, it's not a big deal. I just saw Yang Xun blocked by a fan when I went back from filming, and I wanted to drag him away. I didn't expect that The fan brought a knife and accidentally got scratched."

Speaking of it, Xie Yan still felt quite ashamed, that female fan was powerless, purely because Xie Yan didn't expect that she might be carrying a knife in advance, and with Yang Xun being such a burden, she couldn't avoid it no matter what.

Maybe it's because he's been living a peaceful life recently. If it were the time when he was in the orphanage, he wouldn't know how many more times he had been punched.

Fu Qing asked: "Yang Xun is in his 20s, and he is not short. How could he be blocked by female fans and unable to move?"

Xie Yan replied casually, "He is a young master, he is used to being protected by others, he is a little silly, at that time he didn't even know how to move his hands and feet."

Fu Qingchui looked at Xie Yan's tightly bandaged wound, and sighed, "Then I hope you are also stupid."

Xie Yan was startled, and suddenly understood the meaning of Fu Qing's words.

Because being stupid is protected by someone, so Brother Fu hopes to be protected by others, it doesn't matter if he is stupid.

Xie Yan thought very seriously, he is not stupid and does not need protection, because he can protect himself, and he also has the power to protect others.

But he won't say this to Fu Qing, and it's not that he can't show weakness in front of Brother Fu occasionally.

Xie Yan looked up at Fu Qing who was standing by the window, and asked, "Brother Fu came here overnight, do you want to sleep?"

Fu Qing thought for a moment, then nodded.

He has already dealt with the reporter's affairs, and now he has nothing else to do. Now that he has a rest, he can take care of Xie Yan more energetically.

Xie Yan was about to get up and give up the bed to Fu Qing.He only hurt his arm, and after a night it didn't hurt much. Now, except that his left hand is not able to use much force, he is completely alive and kicking, no different from usual.

Fu Qing pushed him back to where he was, "You just lean here to rest, and I'll just lie down next to you."

He didn't mention resting on the chair, because Xie Yan was definitely unwilling, so it was better to propose a compromise proposal from the beginning.

Xie Yan agreed, and moved a lot of places outside, but the hospital bed was only that big, and it was very crowded when two men were lying on it.

Fu Qing took off her shoes and socks, gently lifted the quilt, and slept sideways beside Xie Yan.

Xie Yan pretended to be looking at her phone, flipping through the news that she wasn't interested in at all.

He could clearly feel a heat source near his thigh, and when the exhaled breath landed on his leg, it was a little itchy, and it was warm and slightly moist.

Xie Yan has been patient.

It wasn't until Fu Qing's breathing became slow and long that Xie Yan was sure that the other person was really asleep, so she moved her legs lightly, but the hospital bed was narrow, and unexpectedly she moved closer, touching Fu Qing's head directly.

Fu Qing's hair was short and stiff, as if it was going to pierce through the thin fabric and tie it on Xie Yan's thigh.

It's more itchy.

Xie Yan bit her lower lip, not daring to move anymore. After a long time, she moved away more quietly, for fear of waking up Fu Qing who was sleeping.

In fact, it is very difficult for Xie Yan to be patient with anything. Usually it is for himself, and he has never treated anyone else like this.

This made Xie Yan go back to half a year ago, and she felt that it was impossible.

Xie Yan smiled and thought, but he is quite willing now.

Fu Qing slept until the afternoon, and not long after waking up, the nurse came to change the gauze on the wound

Twelve stitches were stitched into the wound, and it was done yesterday, so it inevitably looks a little hideous today.

The nurse was about 50 to [-] years old, and when she changed the gauze, she still sighed, "It would be a pity to leave scars on such beautiful hands."

Xie Yan saw that Fu Qing's brows were tightened, even the scars at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

He pulled Fu Qing's sleeve with his right hand, and said softly, "There will be no scars, I'm not made of scars."

In order to show that he was telling the truth, he also cited an example from the past.

When Xie Yan was fourteen or fifteen years old, he fought very fiercely.He was a thorn in the back then, many people in the orphanage didn't like him, and many seventeen or eighteen-year-olds were against him.Boys at that age are in their adolescence, they are not afraid of anything, and they are very desperate in fights.Xie Yan was alone, and there was nothing he could do about them except to be desperate.

Fighting at that time was also different from when I was a child. It wasn't just fists, there were all kinds of damage moves.

Xie Yan made a gesture on her face, from the corner of the eye to the chin, almost across the entire face, "I was fourteen or fifteen years old at the time, and they were scratched by glass during the fight. They all said that it would leave scars, but the result The scabs will be fine after that, and you can’t see them now.”

Fu Qing's face was still gloomy, Xie Yan had hardly seen Fu Qing like this, thought he didn't believe it, and asked Fu Qing to take a closer look, "There is really no scar left."

After changing the wound, the nurse has gone out to do other things.

Fu Qing leaned over and moved closer to Xie Yan's side, and could clearly see the fine hairs on his cheeks. His voice was very soft and slow, "Fourteen or fifteen years old, his whole face was scratched by glass, Fortunately, there is no scar now. Xiao Xie, do you want me to feel sorry for you by saying this? "

Xie Yan was startled, he subconsciously moved away from Fu Qing, "...No."

Now talking about the days in the orphanage, it seems that life was pretty miserable, but Xie Yan doesn't think so.Even fighting is a necessary means to protect oneself, so I have never been wronged, and even when I mention these past events, I don't think about my poor side.

Fu Qing didn't seem to hear his argument, and continued: "But I really feel sorry for you. This time I was wrong and caused you to be hurt again, and it won't happen in the future. One who had a New Year's Eve dinner at my house, I can still protect the kid who calls me brother."

Xie Yan didn't know what to say.

He felt that his current mood might be somewhat similar to when Lu Fengchun first received the killer whale's response, but it was not accurate.

That is, at that moment, I could hear the sound of blossoming in my heart.