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Because of his injuries, Fu Fenglan had a rare long vacation at home.

During the day, I watch movies and read books in bed, and when the weather is fine, Jing Yu pushes her in a wheelchair to bask in the sun.

Jing Yu was unusually diligent.

In fact, he has no experience in housework, but because Fu Fenglan was injured, he took on the responsibility of running the family affairs without hesitation.

Fu Fenglan looked a little worried: "Why don't you find a housekeeping service?"

Jing Yu waved her hand: "What are you doing with that wronged money? Isn't it just washing clothes and mopping the floor? I can do it myself!"

I was quite proud of myself, and felt that my actions were very suitable for my personality, and fully demonstrated the simplicity and simplicity of a boy from a poor family.

Then--

When cooking porridge, I forgot to press the button to cook porridge. After an hour, I only got a pot of cold tap water and dry rice.

Fu Fenglan: "Forget it, let's order takeaway."

To wash clothes, I poured the [-] disinfectant into the washing machine as laundry detergent.

The more Jing Yu washed her hands, the more painful she was. She looked for Fu Fenglan with red eyes, but before she stretched out her hand, tears fell down first.

Fu Fenglan was distressed and funny, and hurriedly took out erythromycin ointment from the family medicine box, and applied a thick layer on his hands: "That's the August [-]th disinfectant! You are so old that you can't tell the difference between laundry detergent and disinfectant. clear?"

Jing Yu: "The packaging is almost the same, I accidentally misread it."

Fu Fenglan narrowed his eyes: "Didn't you live independently when you were very young, you can feel something wrong just by smelling it."

Jing Yu persisted: "My sense of smell is not sensitive, and the smell of cleaning agent is almost the same in my nose."

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Fu Fenglan was expressionless: "—that's it."

His tone was a little cold, because he was angry that he was still lying at this time.

Fu Fenglan made an appointment with the housekeeping service center online, and the cleaning lady will arrive in the afternoon.

Jing Yu's eyes and hands were swollen, watching Fu Fenglan finish the phone call, drooping his head, going to clean up the mess in the kitchen and bathroom.

Fu Fenglan called to him: "Where are you going?"

Jing Yu muttered: "The clothes are still wet, the rice cooker hasn't been washed..."

In fact, he didn't want to do that either.

Fu Fenglan has always been taking care of him, cooking for him, washing his clothes, teaching him to act, and never thinking he is stupid.

He also really wanted to, really wanted to take care of Fu Fenglan in turn.

But in the end, they always get into trouble...

Jing Yu's head drooped lower and lower, like a little rabbit that has lost its carrot.

Fu Fenglan sighed: "Yuyu, come here."

Jing Yu's eyes were red, stubbornly refusing to look back.

Fu Fenglan: "If you don't come, then I have to go."

There was a rustling sound beside the bed.

When Jing Yu turned her head, she saw Fu Fenglan struggling to get off the bed, she was startled, and quickly went to hold him down.

Jing Yu: "What are you doing down here!"

Fu Fenglan blinked innocently: "You are the one who refuses to come over."

Jing Yu: "...If you have something to say, I won't run away again."

Fu Fenglan: "My little friend was wronged just now, so of course I have to comfort her."

He kissed Jing Yu's lips, ignoring his slight struggle, and inserted the tip of his tongue, sweeping his mouth like a hot spring.

The smell of erythromycin ointment lingered between their bodies.

A little pungent, but not less passionate.

The skin touches, warm and hot, soft and soft.

Jing Yu nestled in his arms, still quarreling awkwardly, she tilted her head and refused to kiss him: "You were the one who hurt me first, and now you want to make up for it, it's a good idea..."

Fu Fenglan couldn't laugh or cry.

He was angry that he hurt himself and didn't take good care of himself, and his tone was a little anxious, which is also called fierce.

Fu Fenglan gently coaxed: "I apologize to you, my tone was bad just now, please stop being angry."

Jing Yu felt wronged and said, "I just want to help you with something..."

Fu Fenglan straightened his messy forehead hair: "Well, I know, Yuyu actually saw that I was injured, so she took the initiative to help me reduce the housework, Yuyu is the most sensible. I didn't know right from wrong, and wronged Yuyu. Jade."

Then asked him in a low voice, "Does your hand hurt?"

Jing Yu was pitiful: "It hurts, like many needles pricking it, itching and hurting."

Fu Fenglan: "Then you remember, if you don't see anything explaining the introduction in the future, don't touch it casually. If you accidentally touch it, wash it off with water immediately."

Jing Yu obediently agreed.

Jing Yu: "Then, you are not allowed to murder me in the future."

Fu Fenglan: "Yes."

Jing Yu: "The tone shouldn't be so cold, don't think I'm stupid, don't throw me away."

Fu Fenglan said patiently: "I never thought you were stupid, and the anxious tone was because I was worried that you would be hurt. It's just that if you don't understand anything in the future, come and ask me first, don't act rashly, okay?"

Jing Yu obediently replied: "Understood."

Fu Fenglan actually wanted to take advantage of the situation to ask something else.

For example, the pair of five-figure jeans, for example, why is he so old and can’t cook, and can’t tell the difference between laundry detergent and disinfectant.

But now is obviously not a good time.

He couldn't bear it if the child started to make a fuss again.

After finally coaxing Jing Yu well, she said that she was going back to her room to study for the exam.

After thinking about it, Fu Fenglan contacted Qiu Mingyang via WeChat.

Fu Fenglan: 【Are you hiding something from me? 】

Qiu Mingyang quickly replied: [Where did Mr. Fu start talking about this]

Fu Fenglan: [Jing Yu* is not a child out of school from a poor family. 】

Qiu Mingyang: [Huh? 】

Fu Fenglan: [I've seen his clothing brand, a pair of jeans can be worth half a month's salary.There are many other details that show that he is simply a child who grew up pampered. 】

Fu Fenglan: 【Which wealthy businessman is he the son of?To bribe you to approach me?I am a poor and white bottom of the showbiz, what is there to worry about? 】

Qiu Mingyang was too scared to reply.

He only replied weakly: [No, we have no money transaction relationship...he is sincere to you]

Unexpectedly, Fu Fenglan replied: [I know, I was testing you just now. 】

Qiu Mingyang: […]

Fu Fenglan: [If you don't tell me, I won't force you.It's just that you are not allowed to tell him what I asked you about today.You just act the same as before and pretend you didn't hear anything. 】

Qiu Mingyang: […]

Qiu Mingyang: [I know]

Fu Fenglan turned off the WeChat interface, thoughtful.

He has at least the judgment ability of an adult, and he can tell that Jing Yu's approach to him is sincere, not with ulterior motives.

But why.

If it's because of a crush on him, it would be great if Qiu Mingyang directly set up the line and get to know him generously.

Why bother, pretending to be a child from a poor family?

What secret does he have that can't be let him know?

Fu Fenglan thought for a while, got out of bed, and drove the wheelchair to the door of Jing Yu's room.

Since Jing Yu moved in, he gave Jing Yu the original guest room as a temporary study room for his usual study.

The temporary house is smaller, and there are few books. In Jing Yu's words, "I see less pressure is not so great".

Fu Fenglan was about to knock on the door when the doorbell rang.

Jing Yu ran out and almost bumped into him.

Fu Fenglan smiled and said, "I was just about to ask you if you want to take a break."

Jing Yu's hair was messed up, and she seemed to have collapsed just now.

He scratched his hair and said with a bitter face: "No, the homework is a bit difficult. I will study for a while and rest after dinner."

Fu Fenglan nodded: "Then I will open the door."

Jing Yu hurriedly said: "I'll go! Don't move!"

He ran out quickly and opened the door.

Fu Fenglan was about to drive the wheelchair away when he caught a glimpse of Jing Yu's computer desktop out of the corner of his eye.

Perhaps because of the haste to leave, Jing Yu didn't close the computer screen.

At this moment, there is an interface similar to a video chat room on the screen. In the interface is a blond-haired, green-eyed Caucasian man, behind him is the blue sea and white sandy beach, and white gulls occasionally fly by.

The reason why it was judged to be a video chat rather than a recorded video was because of the man's actions.

He was looking at the screen boredly, obviously waiting for Jing Yu to go back.

Fu Fenglan froze.

……man?