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Zhou Yu'an took advantage of Zhong Fuchu's departure and did a lot of homework on Tzu Chi Hospital. This is a large private hospital. The director is Xie Jinqian, the former director of Hannan Hospital. According to the dean's resume, he was a professor at the School of Medicine of Wenhua University, who had taught Shao Fengwen, and Shao Fengwen was Zhong Fuchu's mentor.

If Zhong Fuchu went to Tzu Chi Hospital, his prospects for development should be better than those at Hannan Hospital.It would be great if the dean of Hannan Hospital wasn't Fu Ning. He still has an inexplicable feeling for Hannan Hospital, because that's where he and Zhong Fuchu met.

"Fuchu, I think the director of the Thoracic Surgery Department of Tzu Chi Hospital is better." He said his thoughts after dinner.

Zhong Fuchu took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, and asked, "Are you sure?"

Zhou Yu'an lightly bit Zhong Fuchu's finger through the tissue, and nodded with a smirk.

Zhong Fuchu quickly withdrew his hand, glanced at the tissue in his hand, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away, then said to Zhou Yu'an after a pause, "Go take a bath, go to bed early after taking a bath."

Zhou Yu'an let out a cry, and just about to get out of bed, Zhong Fuchu stopped him and picked him up. He was startled, and quickly put his arms around Zhong Fuchu's neck, and said in surprise, "Aren't you going to take a bath?"

Zhong Fuchu carried him to the bathroom attached to the ward, and said, "How do you wash yourself?"

Zhou Yu'an was really embarrassed now, as soon as he imagined that he was naked in the shower, but Zhong Fuchu was well dressed, smoke started to come out of his ears.

"No, no, no, we have to wash together, let's have a mandarin duck bath!"

Zhong Fuchu had already carried him into the bathroom, put him gently in the bathtub, and refused righteously: "Washing together will easily wet the bandages on your body."

Zhou Yu'an stood in the middle of the bathtub helplessly, like a little white mouse about to be tested. Zhong Fuchu was already peeling his skin. No, it's okay to take off his clothes. Anyway, Zhong Fuchu had seen it countless times. Just take off your pants...

He opened his eyes wide, grabbed his trouser waist with one hand, and Zhong Fuchu's arm with the other, and said softly, "I can wash it myself."

Zhong Fuchu was a little funny in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said slightly seriously: "Your right hand is injured, don't get wet."

Zhou Yu'an lowered his head and sighed. He wanted to meet Zhong Fuchu honestly. It's too embarrassing for such a person to be seen. He whispered:

"I don't think it's fair. Why don't I sit at the door and take a look around when you take a shower?"

This proposal was so stupid, he didn't even have the nerve to look at the expression on Zhong Fuchu's face, he only heard him laugh very lightly, low and deep, which made people blush inexplicably.

"can."

Zhou Yu'an raised his eyes blankly and saw that the smile on Zhong Fuchu's lips had not dissipated, and he was staring at him with his head down, his eyes seemed to be getting warmer under the warm yellow bathroom light.

Then his pants were taken off.

During the bath, Zhou Yuping raised his head and closed his eyes, like a goose singing to the sky, only hearing the sound of rushing water, and the hand that cannot be ignored, he is like a cooked shrimp, Standing stiffly in the bathtub, changing his posture.

Zhong Fuchu actually still had the time to tease him: "Why don't you sing?" He still remembered the embarrassment that he used to sing loudly in the bathroom.

"..." Zhou Yu reassuredly said that what you wash is human beings, not CD players.

However, he still sang a song that he would sing in the bath when he was a child.

"Wash, wash, take a bath, baby golden water is indispensable, drip a drop and soak, there will be no mosquitoes and insect bites. Hey! No mosquitoes and insect bites!"

He was singing to his heart's content when his butt was suddenly slapped lightly and softly. The crisp sound was clear and ambiguous in the small bathroom.

"Change another song." Zhong Fuchu said.

Zhou Yu'an's face was red, and he quickly turned around, like a red carp turning over in the waves, he hummed and said, "Stop singing!"

The sound of the water stopped, and a huge towel was wrapped around his body. Zhou Yu'an quietly opened his eyes, and was carried out of the bathtub by Zhong Fuchu before he could react.

Most of the water vapor in her body was sucked away by the bath towel, and her naked body was still warm, like a silkworm chrysalis accidentally dropped into a hot spring.

Zhong Fuchu hugged Zhou Yu'an to the bed, leaned over to check the bandages on his body, fortunately they were not wet.

He looked at Zhou Yu'an, but found that the man's face was so red that it was about to bleed, and when he saw him looking over, he quickly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

Zhong Fuchu stretched out his hand to pinch Zhou Yu'an's blushing face, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yu'an was still embarrassed by being slapped on his butt, he opened his eyes and stared at Zhong Fuchu and said, "You are bullying people." Down.

Zhong Fuchu was stunned for a moment, not knowing where he was bullying Zhou Yu'an, but Zhou Yu'an stared at him angrily and ashamedly with his steamed and moist eyes, it was indeed easy for people to have the idea of ​​"bullying".

Zhou Yu'an was just about to urge Zhong Fuchu to take a bath so that he could see it for himself, when he was gagged by the person leaning over him.

He let out a "huh", his arms were wrapped in a bath towel and he couldn't move, and his cheeks were also held by Zhong Fuchu's hands. He could only open his mouth obediently to accept Zhong Fuchu's intruding lips and tongue. For some reason, Zhong Fuchu seemed to be particularly affectionate this time. The tongue moved, entangled with him for a long time, and his whole body couldn't help shaking, the heat spread from his face to his whole body.

After parting his lips and tongue, he panted and turned sideways quickly, fearing that Zhong Fuchu would see his reaction.In fact, Zhong Fuchu's breathing was a little unstable, so he went directly to the bathroom.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Yu'an's heart was pounding. It took him a long time to take a deep breath before his body gradually calmed down. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, still reminiscing about the kiss just now, and forgot what he was about to visit.

When he remembered, Zhong Fuchu had already come out of the shower and was wiping his hair.

"what!"

Zhou Yu sat on the bed angrily, this must be Zhong Fuchu's conspiracy!

The few days in the hospital were the happiest times in Zhou Yu'an's life. In order to maintain the two-person world with Zhong Fuchu, he didn't even let Xu Xing come to visit him. Xu Xing angrily recorded a short video scolding him.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he was very depressed and stuck to the hospital bed like a chick unwilling to leave the nest. It took Zhong Fuchu a long time to get him out of the bed and get dressed.

After getting dressed, she didn't want to get out of bed, she leaned her forehead against Zhong Fuchu's chest and rubbed back and forth.

Zhong Fuchu felt a little itchy from being rubbed, and stretched out his hand to grab the back of Zhou Yuan's head, and said with a smile: "What are you doing?"

"I'm acting like a baby to my boyfriend." Zhou Yu'an raised his head in a favorable manner, and put his chin on Zhong Fuchu's chest, his eyelashes drooping, "Can't you stay for a few more days? It's really interesting to be hospitalized, and I can live with you every day."

"Isn't it also living together when we go back?" Zhong Fuchu didn't quite understand Zhou Yu'an's obsession with being hospitalized.

Zhou Yu'an's eyes lit up, he hasn't said that he has returned the rented house yet, and he is planning to give various hints to Zhong Fuchu to let him live in his house.

"Live together?" He deliberately asked, but he couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Stretch out your hand." Zhong Fuchu said suddenly.

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, and obediently stretched out his hands to hold them together, and found that he was like a beggar, so he put down another hand.

There was a jingle, and something fell into the palm of his hand. He saw that it was a bunch of keys with a Pikachu pendant hanging on it, and he was looking at him with a smile.

Zhou Yu'an bounced on the bed excitedly, like a child who woke up and found a Christmas gift in a stocking, playing with it over and over again, excitedly said: "Can I really live in your house?!"

"Otherwise whose house do you want to live in?" Zhong Fuchu asked with a smile.

Zhou Yu'an got up from the bed awkwardly, threw himself into Zhong Fuchu's arms, arched his neck back and forth, and said happily:

"It's so boring to be hospitalized, I want to go home immediately!"

The two went straight back home after completing the discharge procedures. Zhou Yuan hadn't been here for a long time. Seeing the old man walking the dog and the aunt who was doing fitness downstairs felt a sense of kindness. La!.

After getting out of the elevator, he subconsciously glanced at the house he used to rent, and wondered if there was anyone living there.

"No one lives inside." Zhong Fuchu said suddenly.

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, and just about to say something, he saw Zhong Fuchu take out the key to open the door, he quickly grabbed Zhong Fuchu's arm, and said loudly:

"Wait a minute! I will open this door!"

Zhong Fuchu smiled helplessly, stepped aside, watched Zhou Yu'an take out the key he had just given him, blew on it, and inserted the key into the keyhole with both hands very sacredly. I thought there was some treasure inside the door.

After Zhou Yu'an opened the door, he stood still at the door without going in. He saw that the pair of Pikachu slippers he had worn were neatly placed at the door, as if he would come back every day.

The key was still in the palm of his hand, and he wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes.

"Do you want me to carry you in?" The person behind him suddenly asked him.

Zhou Yu'an came back to his senses, and just about to say no, he was hugged in with an arm around his waist, and then he was gently put down, as if a fragile sign had been pasted on it.

Zhong Fuchu closed the door and asked, "When will you bring the things here?"

Zhou Yu'an put on his own exclusive slippers, squatted down and pulled the ears on the slippers, thought for a while and said, "I don't have much stuff, so I'll go move it tonight, Xu Xing won't go back until after get off work."

"...you lived with him before?" Zhong Fuchu's voice was a little bit lower.

Zhou Yu'an didn't think there was anything wrong, and said, "That's right, I've been living with him since I came to Wenhua City, but I moved next door to you."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and saw Zhong Fuchu's face was not very good-looking, leaned over and hugged his waist and leaned against his chest, bent his eyes and said: "You are not jealous, he is my best friend, He's a straight guy who likes girls!"

"Really?" Zhong Fuchu frowned, he had seen Ye Lang being entangled by that Xu Xing in the hospital a while ago.

Zhou Yu'an's cell phone rang, and he took out the cell phone to see that it was Ming Yan's call. He took a deep breath, stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhong Fuchu's face, after thinking about it, he took the cell phone and went to the balcony to pick it up. Pass.

Mingyan has relaxed a lot since she knew Zhou Yuan had broken up with him, and now she is on vacation in Italy, she asked about work and daily life as usual, and finally said:

"Your bank card can continue to be used, and my mother transferred another sum of money to you."

Zhou Yu'an looked at the busy traffic outside the balcony, and said, "I won't use the money in the card anymore, I don't need it."

"You can't continue to get angry with me because of that person, right? Lolo, mom doesn't want to be a villain, isn't it because of you?" Ming Yan said in a deep voice.

Zhou Yu'an still couldn't forgive Mingyan for what he did to Zhong Fuchu, and his voice was a little cold: "I don't need you to be a villain for me, besides, haven't you always worshiped Buddha sincerely? Didn't the Buddhist scriptures say that people should be kind?"

Ming Yan said "you" a few times angrily, and hung up the phone directly. Zhou Yu'an looked at the phone, but didn't feel relieved. After all, it was his mother, and he didn't want to speak ill of her.

He thought that if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Zhong Fuchu, his parents would never agree easily. He could only get himself out of their protection first, and only then could he be able to bear the wind and rain on his own, so that he would be qualified to strive for happiness for himself.

Zhou Yu'an walked into Zhong Fuchu's bedroom, where Zhong Fuchu was changing sheets and quilt covers.

He went to help, and found that Zhong Fuchu took out the pillow he had slept on before, secretly smiled for a while, and said, "Let's buy a new pillow, this one is too hard."

"Didn't you say that it calms the mind and brain, cools and relieves heat, and is a good pillow?" Zhong Fuchu's memory is really good.

Zhou Yu'an stuck out his tongue. He had just been with Zhong Fuchu at that time, and he felt so honored to sleep in his house for a night, and he couldn't even bear to complain about a pillow.

But now they are cohabiting lovers. If they want to live together, of course they can do whatever they want, and they can say whatever they want.

"It's okay if I don't want a pillow, I can sleep on you, but you are also hard, and it's not comfortable to sleep." He straightened the bed sheet and smoothed it with his hands.

The movement of Zhong Fuchu's hands stopped, and he glanced at Zhou Yu'an, the meaning of his eyes was unclear.

Zhou Yu'an didn't realize it, he walked to the window and found that Zhong Yuan's photo was gone, his little yellow umbrella was placed in the middle, and all kinds of small toys were in the other grids, such as yo-yos, cars Lah...it doesn't look like a grown man's bedroom at all.

He joked: "Brother Fuchu, why do you like to collect these toys that only children play with? How childish." Some of Zhong Fuchu's hobbies are really childish, such as liking Pikachu.

"When I was a kid, a little friend liked to give me these gifts."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, he almost never heard Zhong Fuchu talk about his childhood, and he never asked about it, because he vaguely felt that Zhong Fuchu's childhood might not be very happy.

"How many children do you have? Are these all gifts from him? They look quite new." Seeing that the bed was made smooth and smooth, Zhou Yu'an couldn't help but threw himself on it and rolled over.

Zhong Fuchu looked at the crumpled bed sheet again, and said, "No, he gave it to me and lost it a long time ago."

Zhou Yu'an took Zhong Fuchu's hand, pulled it to the bed, bent his eyes and said, "I had a lot of toys when I was a kid, but I stopped playing with them later, can I give you toys in the future, okay? Brother Fuchu will definitely like it!"

Zhong Fuchu pressed down, put his hands on Zhou Yuan's side, and the corners of his lips slowly evoked a smile.

"it is good."