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The dinner reserved at the restaurant was delivered quickly, and Zhong Fuchu was finally stayed for dinner by Zhou Yuanmo.

"Doctor Zhong, what do you mean by asking me if anyone has been here before?" Zhou Yu'an finally couldn't help asking this question while eating. There was a chill on the back.

But at this time, Zhong Fuchu's eyes no longer had the gloomy look before, and he whispered: "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhou Yu'an let out a sigh. He originally wanted to say that his mother had actually been here, but he thought that by saying so, Zhong Fuchu might feel that he couldn't do without his mother's care at such an age. Wouldn't he have overturned his previous "independence?" "The character design?

So he uncovered this topic and chatted with Zhong Fuchu about other things. During this period, Zhong Fuchu was the same as usual, and he never showed his expression when he just came back. Maybe it was because of the lighting, it seemed quite strange. soft.

Zhou Yu'an has always been a good warm-up player, he is used to being the talkative character, and never feels bored by Zhong Fuchu, he is chattering, and Zhong Fuchu occasionally responds with a few words.

But then Zhong Fuchu rarely took the initiative to ask him a question.

"How long are you going to live here?" When Zhong Fuchu asked, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked straight at him.

Zhou Yu'an bit his chopsticks, feeling a little confused, did he think it was not good for him to live here?Or do you want him to live longer?

So he said vaguely: "I don't know too well, I have paid half a year's rent with the landlord."

He lowered his eyes to pick up the vegetables, but didn't see Zhong Fuchu's clenched fingers.

"But now I plan to stay in Wenhua City to develop, even though my parents disagree." Zhou Yu'an put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in Zhong Fuchu's bowl, and continued:

"So I sort of want to buy this house so we'll be neighbors forever and ever!"

He raised his head to look at Zhong Fuchu, bent his eyes with a smile, rolled out two shallow dimples, and asked, "Doctor Zhong won't mind?"

Zhong Fuchu stared at the pork rib in the bowl with serious eyes, and didn't speak.

Zhou Yuan was startled, and suddenly remembered that many doctors are obsessed with cleanliness. He used his own chopsticks to pick up food for others, and others would definitely dislike him, so he quickly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the ribs.

But before it was firmly clamped, his own chopsticks were firmly clamped by Zhong Fuchu's chopsticks, unable to move.He looked over in a daze, and Zhong Fuchu was looking at him, and said:

"I do not mind."

Zhou Yu'an suddenly felt a little shy, hurriedly retracted the chopsticks, and bit them into his mouth. Thinking that they were the chopsticks that Zhong Fuchu had caught, he took them out again, thought for a while, and bit them in again. Those who didn't know thought he was grinding his teeth Woolen cloth.

Now it's all right, I don't know if Zhong Fuchu said he doesn't mind, is he talking about being neighbors forever, or serving food?

But after he found out, Zhong Fuchu seemed to be in a much better mood, of course, it was just what he thought he was feeling.

When sending Zhong Fuchu out, Zhou Yuan did not forget to hand over the desk lamp to Zhong Fuchu, and joked: "There are so many Pikachu in your house, I won't be excluded and isolated by them, right?"

He wants to ask, won't you put it in a mess, will you eat ashes?

Zhong Fuchu held the lamp and was opening the door, when he heard the words, he said, "They won't do this."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned for a while, and was amused by the way he spoke seriously for his family's Pikachu, and was amused for a while.

The two returned to their respective homes. Zhou Yuan lay on the bed after taking a bath and recalled what happened at night. He always felt that Zhong Fuchu had something on his mind, and remembering that Song Dixin was his psychiatrist, he couldn't help feeling a little worried and uneasy.

He got up and called Song Dixin.

"Yu'an? Looking for me so late, is it because I lost the game and asked me to level up?" Song Dixin's voice was quite serious, which reminded Zhou Yu'an of the time when the two stayed up late playing games frantically.

"No, brother Xiaoxin, I just want to ask you, why did Dr. Zhong ask you to be a psychiatrist?"

Song Dixin was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "First of all, this is his privacy, out of professional ethics, I will definitely not tell you. Secondly, Yu'an, I want you to answer my question seriously."

Zhou Yu'an was surprised by Song Dixin's serious tone, he couldn't help sitting upright, cleared his throat and said, "Okay, I will answer seriously."

Song Dixin paused and said, "Are you serious about Dr. Zhong? I mean, if you really get together in the future, do you ever think about going on with him for a long time? After all, your parents definitely won't agree."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned. He never thought that Song Dixin would ask him this question. According to his current cognition, it is still a long way to go after Zhong Fuchu. Never thought about it.

Maybe it was his ecstasy that made Song Dixin have other interpretations, Song Dixin sighed:

"Yu'an, everyone has a different attitude towards feelings. Some people can easily pick up or let go of a relationship, while some people crawled out of the swamp by themselves. After going through untold hardships, they finally met. Once you pick it up, you won’t let it go easily.”

Zhou Yu'an listened in a cloud of fog, wondering how Song Dixin's attitude towards his pursuit of Zhong Fuchu was so different.This person clearly felt that he and Zhong Fuchu were not suitable before, but now he seems to care that he is not serious about Zhong Fuchu?

He couldn't help rebutting: "Brother Xiaoxin, I really, really like him. If I have to face the problems you mentioned, I will definitely work hard to solve them."

Song Dixin didn't say anything more, instead he asked with a smile, "Then when are you going to confess your feelings?"

As soon as Zhou Yu'an mentioned this, he couldn't help being shy and nervous. He lay on the bed, rolled several times, and whispered: "I haven't figured it out yet. How did you chase after senior sister?"

Song Dixin hummed pretending to be deep, and said, "There are differences between men and women, you can figure it out for yourself."

Zhou Yu'an fell asleep after pondering for a while, and he had to get up early the next day to go to work with Zhong Fuchu who "encountered" him.

He woke up with difficulty at six o'clock in the morning with the alarm. After packing up, he stood behind the door and looked out through the cat's eye. Open the door and go out.

"Doctor Zhong, good morning! What a coincidence, you're also at work?" Zhou Yu'an raised a big smile.

Zhong Fuchu saw his expression but there was no disturbance, he just nodded his head slightly as a greeting.

Zhou Yu'an didn't care about his cold reaction, squinted his eyes and smiled, followed Zhong Fuchu to wait for the elevator.

After the elevator arrived, the door opened, and there was an old grandmother and a little girl of eight or nine years old inside. It was estimated that the grandmother was sending her granddaughter to school.

When the little girl saw Zhong Fuchu, her eyes were like firecrackers, she rushed up to hold Zhong Fuchu's hand, raised her head and said crisply:

"Good morning brother!"

Zhou Yu'an stood aside, a little depressed about being ignored, he is a handsome guy after all.

What was even more depressing was that Zhong Fuchu squatted down, patted the little girl's head, and actually smiled. He smiled very nicely, then took out a candy from his pocket, and handed it to the little girl.

"Say thank you!" The grandmother was a little surprised, and hurriedly urged her granddaughter to thank her.

"Thank you, brother!" The little girl suddenly rushed forward and kissed Zhong Fuchu's right cheek. After the kiss, she saw another brother next to her staring down at her. She stood behind her grandma with some fear.

After the elevator reached the first floor, the grandma led her granddaughter out first, muttering on the way: "Why is Dr. Zhong in such a good mood today? My daughter greets him every day. He has never been so kind today."

The granddaughter blinked her big eyes and said, "Brother Doctor is so happy today."

After a pause, he said, "The short brother next to the doctor's brother is so happy."

But the unhappy short brother in the elevator was worrying about Zhong Fuchu's indifferent reaction in the morning, he also called good morning, and he sacrificed his early bed for it, why was he treated so differently?

He stared at Zhong Fuchu sadly, who glanced at him and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

He snorted heavily.

The elevator arrived at the parking lot on the first floor, Zhou Yuan followed Zhong Fuchu out of the elevator, looked around for no one, grabbed Zhong Fuchu's hand, shook it, squeezed his throat and said, "Good morning, brother!"

He thought that Zhong Fuchu would not pay attention to him, but Zhong Fuchu turned around, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, then took out a candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

"Is it okay now?" Zhong Fuchu looked down at him, with a smile in his eyes, as if he had seen through all his little thoughts just now.

"No!" Zhou Yu'an suddenly stood on tiptoe, and kissed Zhong Fuchu's right cheek.

Countless thoughts rushed through his mind during the kiss. For the first time in his life, he discovered that the human brain works so efficiently?

Why do you want to be jealous with the little girl?

Will he be thrown away by Zhong Fuchu's slap?

How could an impulsive kiss end in embarrassment?

……

In a second or two, he completed the strategic deployment.

As soon as his lips left his cheeks and his heels hit the ground, he turned and ran towards the elevator, his legs almost tied into a bow.

While running, I shouted: "I suddenly remembered that I don't have a car, I have to go up and take a taxi, and the doctor will see you next time!"

As a result, the elevator had already gone up, so he could only stand stiffly at the door and wait for the elevator, not daring to look back.The heat surged wildly from the cheeks to the limbs, and the lips seemed to have eaten a hundred packs of spicy sticks.

He can't wait to grow a pair of tricks on his back, see what Zhong Fuchu is doing behind him, and see if there is a disgusted expression on his face?

damn it!Which ancestor lived on the 28th floor and the [-]th floor pushed the elevator up!

There were footsteps behind.

Depend on!Which idiot on the 23rd floor pressed the elevator again?

Getting closer.

sky!On the second floor, can you do more exercise without taking the elevator?

It's close at hand.

Ding!Thank goodness the elevator finally reached the first floor!

He was about to take a step when a hand suddenly fell from his shoulder.

"Zhou Yu'an."

"I'll take you to work."

When Zhou Yu'an walked to the door of Xu Xing's company, he suddenly realized that he had been turning along.

"Mr. Zhou, what's wrong with your face? Do you have a fever?" The front desk asked very worriedly.

He hurried to the office and sat down. Xu Xing looked up and said with a smile: "Hey, this face is cut off and hung on the traffic light, so it can be used as a red light."

Zhou Yu'an couldn't help imagining cutting his face, his whole body shivered, and he came back to his senses completely.

However, the fatal trip to work just now began to flood into his mind again, and he leaned over the desk and buried his face in it.

"What's this smell? Is it the smell of someone's face being roasted?" Xu Xing pretended to come over and sniffed.

Zhou Yu'an kicked him.

"Luo Luo, what's the matter?" Xu Xing looked at the ostrich-like Zhou Yu'an, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yu'an didn't speak, and whispered for a long time: "I accidentally kissed someone else's face."

Xu Xing was stunned, and began to laugh, "You are too thin-skinned, just kissing the face, I thought you were strong."

Then he was kicked by Zhou Yu'an again.

"No, no, no, to be strong is to be forced by others. How can you have that ability?"

"Xu Xing! I'm resigning!"