Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

What rice? In addition to going to work these days, Fu Zhijing has been staying at home with Shi Rong, supervising him from time to time to see if he eats well. How can he find the time to be helpful?

"Who was talking nonsense to Guaiguai?" Fu Zhijing frowned and said without hesitation: "I don't know rice or porridge at all, let alone help him with anything."

When Shi Rong heard Fu Zhijing's affirmative answer, he felt relieved. Compared to an annoying stranger, he naturally trusts Fu Zhijing, who grew up with him.

Seeing that Shi Rong's expression had softened, Fu Zhijing opened the lunch box and said, "Hey, darling, let's eat first." Other questions can wait for a while, but eating can no longer be postponed.

Shi Rong didn't feel very hungry, but... he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and rubbed his slightly pink wrists.

"Does your hand hurt?"

Fu Zhijing paid close attention to everything about Shi Rong. Naturally, he would not ignore Shi Rong's obvious actions. He immediately grabbed Shi Rong's wrist worriedly and looked at it carefully.

Xue's wrist was slender and fragile. He didn't know if it was because Fu Zhijing was too worried. He always felt that the joints of Shi Rong's wrist were a little red. Why don't you care about your body so much?

Fu Zhijing was angry and anxious. He picked up the bowl from the lunch box and said in a tone that could not be refused: "My dear, you can't move your hands anymore. I'll feed you."

Shi Rong pursed her lips and said nothing.

When Fu Zhijing is not at home, he can paint for a whole day. How can his wrists hurt so easily? Only Fu Zhijing would believe that he is a porcelain doll.

He put on this posture just to make Fu Zhijing feel distressed... People are often reluctant to give up on the people and things they have invested the most affection in. He just wants Fu Zhijing to love him, love him, and think of him anytime and anywhere.

Fu Zhijing thought that Shi Rong was trying to refuse. After all, Shi Rong had never let him feed him since he became an adult.

He understood it at the time, after all, boys of that age had to save face, but he was still a little disappointed in his heart. He took care of almost everything for Shi Rong. If Shi Rong really didn't need him anymore, what could he do?

But this time is different. For a painter, hands are so important. Since your wrist is already a little red and swollen, you still need to pay more attention. And the bowl is so heavy, it will only put more burden on the wrist joints...

Thinking of this, Fu Zhijing's voice became a little darker, "Be good and be obedient. I'm just feeding you, no one will see it, so don't feel embarrassed."

Shi Rong's voice was very soft: "...Yeah."

Very nice.

Fu Zhijing smiled gently and fed Shi Rong one spoon at a time with great patience.

Occasionally, the spoon Fu Zhijing handed to Shi Rong had some green vegetables in it. The young man just frowned slightly, and then opened his mouth obediently.

Just one bite after another, and before he knew it, Shi Rong ate more than usual.

It's just... green vegetables are really unpalatable.

Seeing Fu Zhijing dig out another spoonful of rice, which contained a hint of green as expected, Shi Rong resisted and said, "I'm full..." He would rather take a few more vitamin tablets.

Fu Zhijing took back his hand with regret. He hadn't fed Shi Rong for a long time, "My dear, how big is your appetite..."

"Fu Zhijing!" Mi Rong's voice was slightly excited. He and Song Jia strode over, their eyes full of gratitude and admiration, "Thank you for your help..."

Shi Rong's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, chilling to the bone.

help? Fu Zhijing thought of the question Shi Rong asked him not long ago - so it turns out that this rice was the one who talked nonsense in front of Shi Rong?

Every time I meet this person, nothing good happens. Fu Zhijing wanted to see how to braid the rice, so he asked coldly: "What did I help you with?"

Mi Rong blushed. He looked at Shi Rong carefully and couldn't say anything...

Seeing this, Song Jia gave Mi Rong a gentle push with encouraging eyes.

"Have you forgotten... Xiaojia and I accidentally broke someone else's wine at the Haoting Club, and you paid for it for us." Mi Rong didn't care about Shi Rong's terrifying look, and he was bold , reminded Fu Zhijing.

Without even thinking about it, Shi Rong knew who caused such a troublesome matter. His heart finally calmed down and he looked at Mi Rong sarcastically, wanting to laugh.

Shi Rong didn't expect Mi Mi to be so sentimental. He didn't even see Fu Zhijing in person, so he thought it was Fu Zhijing who helped him.

Fu Zhijing's expression remained unchanged, cold and distant: "How much did I pay for you?"

Mi Rong felt something was wrong, so he hesitated for a moment, but Song Jia couldn't help but angrily interjected, saying in a shocked tone: "Don't you remember the [-] yuan?"

But yes, for rich people, this [-] yuan is just water...

The money was not much, and Fu Zhijing actually didn't want to care about it, but the feeling of flies always surrounding him was really annoying. He nodded and said calmly: "So, when are you going to pay back the [-] yuan?"

Why do you still need to pay...? Mi Rong was stunned.

"You didn't tell us that you wanted to pay it back!" Song Jia was anxious and retorted loudly.

That’s [-]! It’s nothing to these rich people, but to ordinary students like them, it’s a huge sum of money!

"Does Fu Zhijing know you?" Shi Rong finally understood the shamelessness of these two people. He stood up and said, "What makes you think that these [-] yuan were advanced for you for free? Is it your shamelessness?"

Even if it is for free, normal people would feel a little uncomfortable or suspect some conspiracy, right? Why can these two people accept it with peace of mind?

Song Jia's face turned green and red, and she was speechless by Shi Rong's words. He thought hard and defended: "We didn't ask you to help advance the payment..."

"Xiaojia! Stop talking."

Mi Rong felt that she had lost her dignity under Shi Rong's eyes. With tears in his eyes, he interrupted Song Jia and said with integrity: "We will pay it back. It's just that we have to wait for a while."

Song Jia stared at Mi Rong in disbelief. This is [-] yuan, how are they going to pay it back?

But Mi Rong stared at Fu Zhijing stubbornly, like a tenacious and unyielding little white flower.

Fu Zhijing didn't pay attention to Mi Rong's performance at all. He rubbed Shi Rong's head and said, "Good boy, come back with me and teach Ji Yuling a lesson, okay?"

Shi Rong's painting is almost complete, so he has free textbooks for oil painting majors, so there is no problem in leaving early. Besides, he just wanted to stay by Fu Zhijing's side: "Okay."

Seeing Shi Rong nodding in agreement, Fu Zhijing knelt down to help him pack away the painting tools, completely ignoring the two people beside him.

Seeing this, Mi Rong's expression froze, and she took Song Jia and left quietly...