Season Seven Unpaid

chapter51

At 45:[-], Ji Wufu sat on the dining chair on time and handed the coffee cup to the waiter who was serving the food.

"Please change me to a glass of plain water, thank you."

When the steaming boiled water was brought to the table, Fu Zhihe finally arrived late.

"Sorry, something happened on the road today." Fu Zhihe hurried on his feet, and after he finished speaking, he opened the dining chair and sat down.

The movements in Ji Wufu's hands paused, he looked at Fu Zhihe, and asked, "Is it the same as last time..."

Fu Zhihe patted his hand on the dining table, and said reassuringly, "It's okay, the car in front accidentally rear-ended me. I wasn't injured, but the car was scratched."

Ji Wufu nodded: "If you feel unwell, I will accompany you to the hospital, don't hold on."

"I promise." After Fu Zhihe finished speaking, looking at the steaming dishes, he felt a little helpless: "I told you to eat first."

"Today, of course we have to eat together." Ji Wufu said with his head down, as if a little embarrassed: "Eat quickly, it's going to be cold."

Fu Zhihe squeezed his hand before letting go and said, "Okay."

After the last dessert was served, Ji Wufu drank his saliva, looked at Fu Zhihe who was sipping black tea gracefully, and asked, "How do you want to celebrate your birthday this year?"

"Isn't it still early?" Fu Zhihe put down his teacup and looked over.

"I mean, we'll be 25 years old this year, so you have to go back to your home in the capital, right? Why don't we spend it together on my birthday on the [-]st."

Fu Zhihe smiled, put his hands together on the dining table, and said, "I want to go with you. On the first day, where do you want to go?"

Ji Wufu thought for a while and said, "How about going home and spending time with Mom and the others?"

Fu Zhihe picked up the black teacup and put it to his mouth, exhaled, he looked down at the heat on the teacup, and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of going back?"

Ji Wufu hooked his fingers, hesitated, and then said: "We...will face them sooner or later, right? I think Uncle Fu has changed a lot towards me recently...I think..."

"You're right." Fu Zhihe put down the white porcelain teacup, looked up at Ji Wufu.

"Just do what you said, and take this opportunity to see their reaction."

Ji Wufu breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Fu Zhihe: "Thank you..."

Fu Zhihe frowned, stretched out his hand and held Ji Wufu's in his hands: "There is never a need to say thank you between us."

Ji Wufu glanced at the people around him, and his ears burned.He struggled for his hand, but Fu Zhihe unexpectedly became stubborn, holding it tightly and not letting go.

"I see. I won't say anything in the future. Let go first. You're still in the restaurant."

"you promise?"

Ji Wufu was stunned for a moment, seeing Fu Zhihe's staring gaze, he pursed his lips and smiled back: "I promise."

chapter52

November 375, 11, twelve o'clock in the morning.

In the Municipal Research Institute located in Ji City, a group of people in white coats surrounded the precision instruments, working almost against the clock without even taking a break.

Outside, only separated by a glass wall, a bald man in a blue police uniform frowned, and five or six burly special police guarded the entrance motionlessly behind him.

"Professor Wang, how's the progress?" He looked at the thin white-haired old man who was coming out, and even though he tried his best to keep his tone steady, he couldn't hide the anxious look on his face.

The person called Professor Wang looked at the tablet in his hand, sighed, and handed it to the man:

"Officer Liu, let's see for yourself."

Officer Liu took the tablet, and there was only one not-so-clear image on the screen. In the image was a man's face, a very familiar face.

"This is…"

Professor Wang's face was heavy, and he said: "We deciphered this through the brain wave signature collected an hour ago, and it is Fu Zhihe's emotional nerve activity signal."

"But this person...he..." Police Officer Liu looked at the picture, and his face could no longer be described as ugly.

"This is something we didn't expect." Professor Wang turned his head to look at the research room on the other side, and looked at the three people lying inside through the glass wall. The thin figure looked a little more desolate.

"Everything has nothing to do with Professor Xi Jiang, it's my negligence. After this matter is over, I will personally resign from my superiors, and I hope Officer Liu will testify for me."

"...Why do you need it?"

Professor Wang turned his back to Police Officer Liu, and no one could see his expression.

"I have already stepped into the coffin with half a leg. Xi Jiang is still young. The research institute cannot live without him, and the country cannot live without him."

Professor Wang paused, then turned to look at Police Officer Liu.

"Apologize to Mr. Bai for me. I should have stopped Officer Bai, but I let him go into danger alone. If something happens to him..."

"There will be a turning point before the end of this matter. You have to trust Professor Xi Jiang, yourself, and your scientific research results."

"Research results..."

Professor Wang nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, scientific research results."

"Up to now, the only way to untie the bell is to rely on the person who tied it."

chapter53

Li Yuan 374, October 10, Tuesday.

Ji Wufu stood barefoot in the bathroom and brushed his teeth. In the mirror, he was much more energetic than a year ago, and his skin seemed to have improved a lot.

Fu Zhihe walked in with his upper body bare, stood behind Ji Wufu and stretched out his hand. Ji Wufu brushed his teeth with one hand and picked up the other toothbrush and handed it over.

"How many times have I said that the tiles in the bathroom are too cold, you have to wear shoes, wear shoes."

Ji Wufu spat out the toothpaste foam and rinsed his mouth, without raising his head, he said: "How many times have I said, it's cold, I need to put on clothes, put on clothes."

Fu Zhihe rolled his eyes, and leaned forward in this tandem and back posture, making Ji Wufu stagger.

Ji Wufu pretended to be calm.

"You're getting thicker and thicker, early in the morning..."

"Just what?" Fu Zhihe was not ashamed but proud, and even rubbed forward.

Ji Wufu blushed and put the toothbrush and cup away, and wanted to refute something, but he was bitten when he turned his head.He patted Fu Zhihe's chest, accidentally touched something, and withdrew his hand.

Fu Zhihe stood up and looked at him, smiling innocently: "Go on."

"Continue with your size, pack up and go out soon." Ji Wufu wiped his mouth, pushed him away and went back to the room to change clothes.

"What's for breakfast?"

"Let's cook a bowl of noodles, you're almost late, why don't you change your clothes quickly."

"Then I'll pick you up in the afternoon?"

"I'm going to buy materials in the afternoon. Come back to my place to get some things. Let's meet at the door at nine o'clock." Ji Wufu found Fu Zhihe's work suit and tie from the closet, and stuffed them all into the person whose upper body was still bare.

"What are you taking?" Fu Zhihe asked while changing his clothes.

"You don't have anything here. I seem to have a box of Pu'er that Uncle Fu likes. I'll take it home at night." Ji Wufu quickly dressed and went to the kitchen to boil water.

When Fu Zhihe walked out of the room in a suit and leather shoes, Ji Wufu was already unpacking the noodles.

"Want to help?" He leaned against the kitchen door.

"Go away, your clothes are very difficult to wash." Ji Wufu waved his hands without raising his head, Fu Zhihe shrugged, and obediently sat around the dining table.

A few minutes later, Ji Wufu came out with two bowls of noodles.

"I really don't understand you, you need to add chili to the noodles." Fu Zhihe sighed, picked up the bowl and started eating.

Ji Wufu smiled: "You eat more than I do."

"I have to eat even a bowl of poison." Fu Zhihe wiped his mouth after three times and five times.

"Then I'll give you a bowl of poison tomorrow." Ji Wufu slowly sandwiched the noodles, took a breath, and put it in his mouth.

Fu Zhihe spread his hands and was at a loss for words.

"The time is coming." Ji Wufu reminded again.

Fu Zhihe picked up his coat and stood up: "Then I'm going out."

He walked to Ji Wufu and bent down.

Ji Wufu pursed his shiny mouth, and still smacked Fu Zhihe's face.

"Remember to wipe it clean."

Fu Zhihe put on his shoes and hummed, opened the door and turned to look at Ji Wufu: "See you tonight."

"See you tonight."

Ji Wufu looked at half of the noodles left in the bowl, and said calmly.

chapter54

October 374, Li Yuan 10, eight o'clock in the evening, Tuesday.

Ji Wufu left his villa with an environmental protection bag. Behind him, he pulled the door from the inside with one hand. After the door lock clicked, Ji Wufu's footsteps stopped. After a long time, he took steps to continue to moving forward.

The taxi that stopped early at the intersection rang twice, and Ji Wufu opened the door, put things into the car, and sat on it.

Three and ten minutes later, Ji Wufu fell into a deep sleep.

At [-]:[-], the taxi stopped in front of the small white foreign building, and Ji Wufu got out of the car with his things.

Almost at the same time as the taxi drove away, Fu Zhihe's car appeared at the intersection, passed the taxi face to face, and stopped beside Ji Wufu.

"So many things?"

Fu Zhihe parked the car, walked over and picked up the bag in Ji Wufu's hand: "What did you buy?"

"Just some materials, make cakes with me later, I learned a few things from Aunt Rong some time ago." Ji Wufu said, and opened the door of the fence.

Fu Zhihe stopped, Ji Wufu turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

He blinked and smiled: "It's nothing, I'm just a little surprised that you didn't like to do this before."

Ji Wufu smiled, turned his head and continued walking ahead.

"It's rare to have a birthday together."

The smile on Fu Zhihe's face faded a little, and he followed behind.

Fu Zhengming and Ji Lian were sitting on the sofa watching TV, when he heard the movement, he turned his head and nodded: "I'm back, let's have dinner."

Ji Lian walked over from the sofa with his arm in his arms, and smiled: "I'm waiting for you two, let's eat."

Ji Wufu nodded: "Mom, I'll go up and put things first, you guys sit down first."

Ji Lian froze for a moment, but before she recovered, Ji Wufu had already gone upstairs.

Fu Zhengming patted her on the shoulder, Ji Lian came back to her senses, and smiled at him, but her eyes were a little red.

Fu Zhihe looked at it, and twitched the corners of his mouth unobtrusively.

"Dad, Mom, sit down first, he will come down soon."

A few minutes later, the family of four gathered together again, talking and laughing to start dinner.

It was Ji Wufu who stopped the chopsticks first. He put away the tableware, straightened his back, and said to the two elders in front of him: "I've finished eating, you guys take it easy, I'll prepare the ingredients first."

Fu Zhihe frowned, glanced at him, then turned to look at Fu Zhengming, and said with a smile, "Brother bought the ingredients and is going to make cakes by myself."

Fu Zhengming nodded: "Alright, it's rare for you to celebrate your birthday together."

Fu Zhihe lowered his eyes, then raised his head quickly: "Then I'll help, parents, take it easy."

The dining chair rubbed against the floor, Fu Zhihe stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He looked at the time and curled his lips.

It's almost there.

It's almost here.Ji Wufu, who lowered his head to wash the fruit, thought expressionlessly.

chapter55

"do you need my help?"

Fu Zhihe walked into the kitchen and asked while leaning against the door.

It seemed that he had asked the same thing this morning.

Ji Wufu looked up at him and smiled: "Okay, help me pour all the cream into this bowl."

After Fu Zhihe poured out all the cream, Ji Wufu took the washed fruit and handed it to Fu Zhihe: "Cut these fruits into small pieces, and I'll whip the cream."

"Aren't you making cakes? Why didn't you see eggs and flour?" Fu Zhihe looked at the ingredients and couldn't help asking.

Ji Wufu scratched his face: "Chiffon cakes are so cliche, we make wood bran cakes, and they can be eaten after two hours of freezing."

Fu Zhihe looked at him: "I don't think you know how to make chiffon cakes."

"Quickly cut." Ji Wufu didn't look at him, and turned to look for the egg beater.

Fu Zhihe raised his eyebrows, obediently took the fruit plate and began to cut the fruit.

After the cut was finished, Ji Wufu's cream was also sent. He put the cream on the cooking table and took out two bags of breakfast biscuits.

"Now, use your strength to smash the biscuits into crumbs, and I will stir the cream and fruit together."

Fu Zhihe took the biscuit: "You know how to do hard work for me."

Ji Wufu smiled and said nothing.

"At night I still do the hard work."

"..." Ji Wufu couldn't laugh anymore.

"Hurry up, it's almost ten o'clock." He turned his head, only showing his red ears for Fu Zhihe to see.

When the clock reached ten o'clock in the evening, Ji Wufu took the cake and put it in the freezer.

"You're done."

Fu Zhihe hummed, rubbing Ji Wufu's hair.

"Do you have cream on your hand..."

"My baby is so smart."

Ji Wufu glanced outside the kitchen, and ruthlessly spread a handful of cream on Fu Zhihe's face: "This is at home!"

"Then you still put cream on my face..." Fu Zhihe showed a helpless look: "Let's go and take a bath."

Ji Wufu looked at him quickly.

"...Of course they are washed separately, at home." Fu Zhihe said with a smile.

Ji Wufu immediately turned around and walked out of the kitchen, followed by Fu Zhihe, smiled at the cook who was coming in to clean up the kitchen, and made the cook laugh too with her face full of cream.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ji Wufu, who had dried his hair, put on his pajama jacket and sat in the room flipping through a book.

At [-]:[-], Ji Wufu went downstairs to look at the cake, poured a glass of water, and said hello to Fu Zhengming and Ji Lian who were still in the living room.

"The cake is almost ready? Go ask Zhihe to come down and cut the cake."

Ji Wufu looked at the time and nodded.

At 55:[-], Ji Wufu walked up to the second floor gently, passed by Fu Zhihe's room, and stopped at the door of his own room.

Inside the room, Fu Zhihe in pajamas was standing by the desk, holding an open document in his hand.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked at the person at the door.

"Where did this come from?"

Fu Zhihe's delicate face was as cold as ice.

chapter55

Ji Wufu stretched out his hand and beckoned: "Come on, go and cut the cake."

Fu Zhihe held the thin document and walked over step by step.

"I ask you, where did this come from?"

Ji Wufu tilted his head: "The time is coming, let's go and cut the cake."

Suddenly hostility appeared on Fu Zhihe's face, and he pulled Ji Wufu into the room and closed the door.

"Who gave you this document."

Ji Wufu was not frightened or angry at all, he even showed a gentle smile, stretched out his hands to hook Fu Zhihe's neck, and shortened the distance between the two.

"Hush, listen."

"Tap, tap, tap...it's the sound of time."

Fu Zhihe's eyes formed ice.

"There are still five seconds left."

"Fives"

"Four"

"three"

"two"

"One"

It seems that the whole world is cheering for the arrival of this moment, deafening and deafening.

"Happy birthday, Fu Zhihe."

He kissed Fu Zhihe's lips, like a dragonfly touching water, gentle and short.

"Also, happy birthday, Ji Wufu."