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On Saturday, I took a break to watch the live broadcast of Little Neighbors. On Sunday, Zhong Qiu was still busy with work. Not only did Zhong’s new business plan need final revisions, but he also needed to make decisions on some private property matters.

He sat in front of the computer to process emails, Fu Ying's monitoring screen was in the lower left corner, and a slight white noise came from the earphones, which made Zhong Qiu, who had to work on rest days, feel not too bad.

After the little neighbor moved in, the background sound of his work changed from the piano music his mother loved to listen to to the background sound of the surveillance screen.Originally, it was just for the convenience of self-monitoring, but now it seems to have become a habit.

A 24-hour uninterrupted single-person live broadcast, no fancy content, no audience and no barrage interaction, I still watch it with gusto.

Fu Ying is not a noisy person. When he is at home, he also sits in front of the computer and monitors himself. He only occasionally makes a sound when he gets up to cook and take out food, and even hums when he is in a good mood, especially when he is in a good mood. while taking a shower.

Zhong Qiu watched it several times, and now he can hum along to it.

But now there are more people in the little neighbor's house, and it is much more lively.Zhong Qiu stopped typing on the keyboard, and looked at Chang Er who was sleeping on Fu Ying's sofa while watching TV on the screen, and couldn't help frowning.

He got part of Fu Ying's information, but it wasn't complete enough. Fu Ying hid the interpersonal relationship very well. If he hadn't seen the photos of his home from the surveillance yesterday, he might have thought that the role of "sister" was for him. To lure yourself to empathize and make it virtual.

Master Zhong sat in the chair and thought for a while, then picked up his mobile phone and ordered his subordinates to collect Fu Ying's information.

Originally, I just wanted to let this matter go, and arrange him a single cell with better conditions for the sake of taking advantage of the little neighbor, but now it seems...

Zhong Qiu tapped his fingers on the desktop, staring at the way Fu Ying tapped the notebook on the screen, couldn't help but click his tongue.

What are you doing?Cheapskate, don't let yourself see.

He was guessing what Fu Ying was supposed to be doing when the computer beeped suddenly, reminding him that he had received a new email.

The special prompt sound made Zhong Qiu stunned. He opened the email that Fu Ying had just sent, and after downloading the attachment to check it, the expression on his face was extremely ugly.

He covered his face with his hands for a while, and the sudden anger in his heart subsided, and then he put down his hands, showing his calm face, and began to calmly analyze how Fu Ying got the right project proposal from him.

Since the last time he injured his foot, he has been unable to move. No one in the cafe or library has seen him coming, and he has been at home on the surveillance, so it is impossible to get it from the company.

I have brought my computer home these days, only...

Zhong Qiu had a meal, only the day before yesterday he spent the night at his own home.

But why didn't he make any movement when he was putting on the plaster?Or is there actually movement, but I just didn't hear it?

If you didn't hear it, then you shouldn't, unless you ate something you shouldn't eat.

Zhong Qiu was silent for a while, he could only think of the glass of water he drank before going to bed every day.

While boiling the water, she was taking a bath, so Fu Ying moved faster, she could put something in it to let herself have a good sleep.There is no need to sleep for a long time, just let him have enough time to find the documents from his computer.

Zhong Qiu leaned on the back of the chair and carefully recalled that day. He didn't die of sleep after getting up once, and that was the hour before he got up...

There was another beep from the computer. He raised his eyes, clicked on another new email from Fu Ying, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

[Boss Zhong, there is a sentence that I thought about for a while and I should remind you.The target already knows that you are going to steal his project, but it is definitely not me who leaked it.Please also be cautious in your words and deeds in public places in the future, and please remember to prepare a backup plan. 】

After Zhong Qiu finished reading the email, he couldn't help laughing, and repeated the words "be cautious in words and deeds" in a low voice.

It's just that he was so attentive to work after receiving the money and thoughtfully reminded him, how could he not show mercy after accepting his love for so many days?At that time, it will accumulate over time, and it depends on how you pay back.

Reflecting on the darkness caused by his stupid arrogance, Zhong Qiu took his mobile phone and edited another message to send out, asking someone to prepare a camera for himself and install it in his home later.

Otherwise, the little neighbor would turn over his house one day and he wouldn't even know it.

There were no new emails in the mailbox, and Fu Ying in the surveillance also moved from the sofa to the study, sitting in a wheelchair and looking at herself through the surveillance.

Zhong Qiu was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, clicked on Fu Ying's first email, read it carefully and copied and pasted it in another email.

It's just that the content of the business case was replaced with a fake business case that he had prepared before. Although the general outline looked similar, most of the key details had been replaced.

Although it looks like a decent plan with no flaws, it can't be compared with the original one.

Zhong Qiu took care of all this and sent the email to Zhong Xu with Fu Ying's identity.But when he saw the second email, he began to hesitate again.

He didn't want Zhong Xu to be reminded by his little neighbor, but it didn't fit Fu Ying's character if he didn't send it. What's more, the project proposal Zhong Xu received was different from his own. What if Fu Ying didn't have a good job?

For a moment, Zhong Qiu thought a lot, until he thought that Zhong Xu's project failed and came to trouble Fu Ying, he was suddenly taken aback, and realized why he had to worry so much?

It stands to reason that both of them are people they have to deal with, why should they help Fu Ying think about how to solve the problem?

He shook his head, remained silent for a while, still took out the second email, read it twice carefully, and still deleted the sentence that reminded him to be cautious and sent it.

It took Zhong Xu's mother a lifetime to learn things that require brains, such as being cautious in words and deeds. Zhong Xu is not as good as his mother, how can he learn?

After replying the email, Zhong Qiu leaned on the chair, stretched, and yawned.

Fu Ying on the screen seemed to be infected as well, and she yawned too. The almost simultaneous movements of the two of them made Zhong Qiu smile.

He got up and went to the kitchen to pour water from the cup. He seemed to have intentionally smashed the cup he drank every day on the ground and smashed it to pieces.

Zhong Qiu chose a good position, just enough for Fu Ying to see the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and the appearance of herself squatting on the bed to pick them up. Even the appearance of her hand being cut and bleeding by the broken porcelain pieces was clearly seen by the monitor 's collection.

Fu Ying watched the blood gushing from Young Master Zhong's hand, sat up straight and wanted to call Chang Er, but just as his mouth made a sound, it closed again.

Chang Er, who was lying on the sofa, sat up and asked, "What's wrong? Do you want me to do something?"

"It's nothing, it's all right now."

Seeing Zhong Qiu's hand being washed under the faucet on the screen, the bright blood was diluted by the water, imagining the feeling of the wound being washed by cold water, Fu Ying couldn't help shivering.

With a click of his tongue, he pushed the wheelchair into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"What are you doing?" Chang Er followed him, scratching his stomach, and said, "Isn't there a loving lunch from the male model president to deliver later? What are you doing in the kitchen?"

Fu Ying took out a box of mangoes from the refrigerator, turned around and handed it to Chang Er, raised her chin at him and said, "Go, take this to the opposite side."

"For a male model? Isn't this your favorite food?" Chang Er looked at him: "Why haven't you been so generous to me?"

Fu Ying: "Stop rambling, I'll invite you to travel, eat, drink and have fun after this matter is over. You can be as generous as you want, okay?"

"Okay, you are the boss, you can do whatever you say." Chang Er walked out with the mango, and turned around when he reached the door: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"No." Fu Ying waved her hand: "Go now."

Chang Er responded, and went out with a mango. After a few minutes, he came back with a mango, and said to Fu Ying, "My hand was hurt, and it was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, so I can't eat it."

Fu Ying showed no surprise, nodded and said, "I see, give me the mango."

"Why don't you...Damn it, you knew he was injured from the beginning, so you let me see it." Chang Er clicked his tongue: "What are you going to do?"

Fu Ying looked up at him: "If you don't deliver things, how do I know that his hand is injured?"

"Aren't you monitored?" Chang Er clicked his tongue and followed him, watching him go to get the bandage and gauze, and couldn't help asking: "Are you going to bandage someone?"

Fu Ying responded: "People don't know that I'm under surveillance. If I go there, of course I have to have a reasonable source of information. And for sending mangoes, it's not right for me, a person with handicapped feet, to go there."

"What about bandaging the wound? Is it right for you, a cripple, to go there?" Chang Er folded his hands and asked, "I see it like this. It's just being courteous for nothing. It's either rape or robbery."

Fu Ying raised her eyebrows: "They took me in for one night and took me to see a doctor. I'm going to bandage someone up now, which is called a human relationship. What's more, you don't know him well. It's strange that you went there instead of me. I'll go by myself." good."

"Really?" Chang Er raised his eyebrows: "You still haven't told the truth in front of me?"

Fu Ying paused at the door, coughed lightly and said, "The main reason is that I did something immoral today, and my conscience is disturbed. I always feel that I need to do something to comfort my conscience."

Chang Er clicked his tongue: "I knew it."

Fu Ying raised her eyebrows, asked Chang Er to help open the two doors in the middle, and then turned back, but she knocked on Zhong Qiu's door alone.

When the door opened, he sat on the wheelchair and raised his head to smile at Zhong Qiu, and said softly: "I heard from Chang Er that your hand was injured..."

"Ah, are you talking about this?" Zhong Qiu took the initiative to stretch out his left hand, which was messed up with gauze, and said a little embarrassedly: "Actually, the wound is not very big, but I don't know how to bandage it, so it looks very serious." .”

He clenched his fist lightly, and blood seeped into the gauze immediately.

"Hey, don't move." Fu Ying stretched out her hand to hold him, looked down for a while and said with a smile: "It's really a mess, let me help you fix it again."

Zhong Qiu pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm really sorry, then I'll trouble you."

The author says:

Zhong Qiu: Cheapskate!Still stealing from me!

Fu Ying: He is so pitiful, he is so kind to me after being stolen by me, I feel so guilty.