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"No need." Yu Hesheng shook his head, yesterday's car accident was really nothing, and Fu Zibai also sent himself to the hospital yesterday, and took the initiative to pay his medical bills, there is no need to specially treat himself to dinner.

He didn't realize that Fu Zibai's gaze was on the bread in his hand, so he felt more and more that Fu Zibai was a very responsible and responsible person.

"But I really want to treat Mr. Yu to a meal. Mr. Yu might as well give him a face."

Fu Zibai's words were a bit persistent, but Yu Hesheng didn't feel the discomfort of being forced, probably because his first impression of Fu Zibai was not bad from the very beginning.

In the end, the two went to the restaurant together.

Because of the previous evasion, the crowd had already passed when the two went to the western restaurant, but it didn't seem crowded.

Ordered two steaks.

Neither of them is the talkative personality, so the dining table seemed a bit quiet.

"Mr. Yu was injured just yesterday, why didn't he take good care of him at home, instead of going out?"

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was too quiet, Fu Zibai opened his mouth slowly.

This is actually a better opening, if Yu Hesheng hadn't experienced such a bad past.

Yu Hesheng didn't know how to answer Fu Zibai's question. He would never tell a stranger who had only met him twice, even though the stranger didn't seem to be prying on purpose.

"Come out and get a job."

After thinking for a moment, Yu Hesheng answered Fu Zibai's question in a more relaxed tone.

"What kind of job is Mr. Yu looking for?" Fu Zibai continued to chat on this topic. He didn't think it was a strange thing for Yu Hesheng to find a job.

He felt that maybe Yu Hesheng just didn't like his "previous job" anymore, so he wanted to change places and change his mood.

It's similar to the reason why he would drive out for a stroll if he felt tired from work.

Regarding Fu Zibai's second question, Yu Hesheng was quite able to answer it. He told Fu Zibai without any hesitation: "It's related to painting."

Now Fu Zibai was a little surprised, he put his eyes on Yu Hesheng's hands, Yu Hesheng's hands were too clean, it was a bit different from the people he knew who could draw.

People who can paint will take good care of their hands, but such a profession always needs to hold the paintbrush for a long time, whether it is big or small, thick or thin. cocoon.

Whether it is thin or thick, it will not be as clean as Yu Hesheng's hands.

It's just that when he looked at Yu Hesheng and spoke, his tone was very calm, confident and joyful. Thinking about it, Yu Hesheng probably didn't lie to him. At this time, Fu Zibai couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

Fortunately, I only scratched Yu Hesheng's leg yesterday and didn't hurt Yu Hesheng's hand, otherwise his crime would be serious.

So his gaze was silently placed on Yu Hesheng's hands holding the knife and fork.

The sunlight passed through the glass window and just shrouded Yu Hesheng, which made him look a bit hazy, and so did his hands.

The originally slender fingers appeared even more slender in the vague shadow.