On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

Just behind this door, at the back of the blockade, Jiang Shu stood blankly with a cup of hot water in his hand.

She suddenly felt a little bitter, and she didn't know what it was like.I probably guessed that Fu Shiyan went to the small room so as not to disturb her rest.

But now she couldn't even squeeze in.

The servant was carrying the soup ready to go to the small room.

Jiang Shu froze for a moment, and said, "Mom Ju, let me come."

Only then did the servant realize Jiang Shu's existence, and he smiled awkwardly: "Okay, madam, you come."

Jiang Shu took the hot soup, opened the door, and walked in.

After the drip was finished, Fu Shiyan was pulling out the needle. With the wall lamp turned on, the man looked as warm and moist as jade, probably because he was ill, so he lost a little bit of sharpness and aura.

Seeing Jiang Shu, the man's first reaction was to frown.

I was so sick and confused, I forgot that she was also in Mingyuan for a while.Maybe he didn't want her to know, it was probably because of the arrogance that the superiors had, and he didn't allow himself to show any vulnerability.

Or maybe she was afraid of worrying.

As soon as this idea came out, Fu Shiyan smiled to himself in his heart, he was actually afraid.

Jiang Shu didn't know what he was thinking, put down the hot soup, and looked at him with a bit of charming and complaining eyes.

Put the back of your hand against his forehead and wipe it warm.

Fu Shiyan took her hand off, held it in his hand, and coaxed: "It's not hot anymore."

Because of his illness, his voice was very hoarse, and Jiang Shu's heart was suddenly filled with countless emotions.Just ask: "Why are you sleeping here?"

"You were still sleeping when I came back, afraid of disturbing you."

At this time, the two people in the small room have shed the wrapped suspicion and defense, like a real couple in the ordinary world, getting along with each other calmly, with true feelings.

Fu Shiyan wrapped her in his arms, sat on his lap, buried his face in the hollow of her neck, smelled the familiar smell, and finally settled down in his heart, as if he had belonged.

Reassure her: "I'm fine, just a common cold."

Jiang Shu stirred the soup and let it cool down, "Well, Lao Sun told me."

The voice of the man buried on her was muffled: "Are you still angry?"

Jiang Shu took a spoonful and signaled him to drink it. The man smiled like a child, looked at her playfully, and drank it, "Mrs. Fu is the most considerate."

Hearing this address at first, Jiang Shu's hands trembled, and then he lowered his eyebrows.

"I don't dare to be angry with Mr. Fu, but I'm just a child, so it's okay not to."

Fu Shiyan grabbed her hand with serious eyes, "That's not what I meant."

Jiang Shu pretended to be meaningless, "It's okay, I know."

She feeds it, and Fu Shiyan drinks it, like a child eating, but it adds warmth.

After finishing the drink, Fu Shiyan played with her fingers, without saying a word, gradually feeling drowsy.

Jiang Shu changed the subject and talked about what happened last night: "Thank you for helping to find Qingying. She has returned to Wen's house safely."

"She is too impulsive and has a strong temper." Fu Shiyan commented, "It is too childish to do things that hurt oneself for others."

Jiang Shu retorted: "Maybe it's too sad. There is no other way but this. Pain transfer method?"

Fu Shiyan was silent for a while, then he found her waist, stroked the thorn tattoo on it, pressed his fingers lightly, and she hummed softly.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Shu's dark eyes were so deep that for a moment, even Fu Shiyan, who had watched countless people, didn't know what she was thinking.

At this moment, the old grandson who thought he should finish his drip pushed the door in: "Fu..."