I like you, my nature is hard to change

Chapter 26: Rehabilitation
After the [-]-hour dangerous period, Fu Qingyuan and his party's hanging hearts finally fell to the ground. Helian Baimu obeyed Fu Qingyuan's order and brought Helian Daixue back to the organization. It's time to run errands for Fu Qingyuan and Mo Zishu.

"When will I be discharged from the hospital?" Mo Zishu lay on the bed all day, feeling that she was going to be useless, and the man in front of her who was peeling apples for her with a noble and elegant aura, took her only All fun is forbidden.

"Don't talk about it." After Fu Qingyuan dropped these two words lightly, he stopped talking and concentrated on peeling the apple in his hand.

"Your uncle." Mo Zishu restrained herself from swearing, but the man in front of her was too hateful, but there was nothing she could do.

Fu Qingyuan glanced at Mo Zishu lightly, peeled off the last bit of apple peel, and handed it to Mo Zishu, signaling with his eyes that Mo Zishu would finish eating.

"Principal Yan is already urging me." Mo Zishu did not forget that she had promised Yan Haikuan that she would only take seven days off, and she had always followed the agreement and had strict and persistent requirements for time.

"I'll invite you for a few more days." Fu Qingyuan's tone was still flat, and there was no wave in his deep eyes, even though Mo Zishu asked for leave at that time, he was there.

"Master Fu, then give me the computer." Seeing that there was no need to discuss this matter, Mo Zishu had no choice but to change the subject and return to her computer. It was her fate.

"There is radiation, the doctor specifically told you to take a good rest." Fu Qingyuan's expression of impossibility and delusion deeply "stinged" Mo Zishu's heart.

Seeing Mo Zishu's unlovable appearance, Fu Qingyuan felt a little funny, but also a little helpless. The wound was on his arm. If he used a computer, it would inevitably involve the wound. It was hard to stop the bleeding wound. How could Fu Qingyuan allow Mo Zishu? Zishu opened the wound again.

Mo Zishu thought about it for a while, and now she can't do anything else. The uncle Fu in front of him was determined not to let her touch the computer, so he had to accept it reluctantly, and vented all his dissatisfaction with Fu Qingyuan on Apple.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Fu Qingyuan couldn't help but want to pinch Mo Zishu's bulging cheeks on both sides, just like a hamster hiding food, it's so cute.

Mo Zishu was even more speechless. The way Fu Qingyuan looked at her made her feel like caring for mentally handicapped children. If she ate an apple, would she be choked on?

"Don't you have something to do, just guard me like this, old man Fu won't beat you." Mo Zishu knew that Fu Qingyuan knew her relationship with the head of the Fu family, and knew how much old man Fu loved money. The helm of the Fu Group, according to this state, Fu Qingyuan's orders are tens of millions in a few minutes. If he doesn't go to the company, old man Fu will not jump in a hurry.

"If he knew that I was with you, he wouldn't." Fu Qingyuan said this very firmly, and his eyes were extremely serious, as if implying that you are the granddaughter-in-law of old man Fu, and he won't do anything to us of.

Mo Zishu's mouth twitched suddenly while she was chewing the apple. She was talking about something stupid, and what Old Man Fu was thinking, she, the person involved, could not be more clear about it.

"I'm asleep." Mo Zishu bit off the last bite of apple flesh, threw the core into the trash can accurately, and buried herself in the quilt.

Fu Qingyuan lowered his head, smiled silently, his eyes were full of doting, this feeling was extremely good for him.

Then he picked up a handkerchief from the side, dipped it in some warm water, and very naturally took out Mo Zishu's claws that had retracted under the blanket, and wiped them carefully.

It's not the first time Fu Qingyuan has done this action, but every time he is still amazed by Mo Zishu's hands, the word "perfect" can no longer be generalized.

The ten fingers seem to be carved out by God with the best jade. There is no deviation in the lines. The joints are distinct, slender and shiny, and the nails are neatly trimmed, white and powdery. A little flaw, such perfect hands are very suitable for playing the piano, yes, they were born to play the piano.

Fu Qingyuan's warm and thin lips were so lightly printed on the back of Mo Zishu Baiying's hand, he was caught off guard, and soon he covered up his gaffe, wiped Mo Zishu's hands clean, And gently put it back in the bed.

Mo Zishu didn't reject Fu Qingyuan's actions, but obviously, she still felt a difference at that moment just now. The warm touch on the back of her hand made her a little stiff, but she didn't show it.

The night always replaces the work of the day in such a timely manner, but there is no moon tonight, and a few stars are scattered on the black screen from the angle Mo Zishu sees out of the window.

Fu Qingyuan fell asleep on the sofa next to him.

Mo Zishu turned her head to look at Fu Qingyuan, that inexplicable feeling came to her mind again, even the beating of her heart was stronger than usual.

Na Chuan told her that he had guarded her for two nights without closing his eyes, and had been taking care of her during the day, for fear of any accidents.

At that moment, Mo Zishu seemed too fake to say that she was not moved, but she didn't understand why Fu Qingyuan took such good care of her and treated her so well. It was just an operation and he was so nervous about her.

Mo Zishu was able to get up a little bit now, but she couldn't exercise much. She leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the sleeping Fu Qingyuan with her head tilted, feeling a little puzzled.

The cool wind blew in from the window, and Mo Zishu couldn't help shrinking her shoulders. Seeing Fu Qingyuan lying on the sofa that didn't match his height, with nothing covering her body, she felt a little pitiful.

Mo Zishu held the blanket on one side, and walked towards Fu Qingyuan lightly, but when he got closer, he found a circle of faint blue marks under his eyes, feeling a little distressed, Mo Zishu gently carried the blanket on Fu Qingyuan's body , the sound of breathing involuntarily lightened a lot.

His eyes fell on Fu Qingyuan's face, and he stroked his chest with his right hand. Feeling the strange feeling, his eyes became much clearer.

"Good night." Mo Zishu said softly, the lights in the ward were turned off, and all she could see was a vague figure turning around and walking towards the bed.

But the moment Mo Zishu turned around, she didn't see that Fu Qingyuan's eyes opened, and there was even a trace of joy in the deep and dark eyes, which were about to overflow from the eye sockets like running water.

Gradually, there were only two steady breaths left in the ward, slowly interweaving in the air.

In the middle of the night, there was a drizzle in the cool night.