The creditor is super fierce

After the company successfully won the project, everything went back to normal, and even the work became more regular.

He Luo, who became the deputy manager, finally no longer has to scratch his bald hair for writing codes like when he was a programmer. Browse posts, browse Weibo and so on, don't be too comfortable at work.

It's just that Fu Yi is very busy recently, so busy that he has no time to ask He Luo to go to his place, but he will report the itinerary to He Luo on WeChat every day.

He Luo didn't care much about this, and told Fu Yi to take care of his own, so there was no need to explain it to him.

That's what he said, but Fu Yi didn't dare not report. Last time, he just didn't look at him outside the venue, and he was so angry that he lost his temper. If he really wanted to ignore him for three to five days, he didn't know what was going to happen. Come.

Today Fu Yi got off work early, and as soon as he got into the car, he asked him if he had time to come out. In less than a second, He Luo replied: [Okay, you come to pick me up. 】

[Already on the way. 】

Fu Yi replied to the message and looked at He Luo's message [Then I'll wait for you at the company gate. 】The news, smiled a bit.

Sure enough, like a child, you have to be held and coaxed to be happy.

After He Luo answered the message, he went to Jinyuan's office and told him that he was off work. Jinyuan didn't know what he was busy with, and kept typing in front of the computer. After hearing this, he nodded and continued busy with his work.

He Luo ignored him, and after greeting his boss, he happily packed his things and left for get off work.

As soon as he got out of the company gate, He Luo looked around and saw the familiar license plate at the company gate. He walked over quickly, opened the car door and entered, and happily asked the person on the seat: "Why do you leave work so early today? ah."

"I'm not busy today." As soon as He Luo got into the car, Fu Yi took his hand naturally, and didn't see that his hand was cold, so he let it go slightly reluctantly.

Feeling deeply in his heart, the young man is full of anger, he is obviously not dressed thickly, and his palms are still so hot.

He wanted to let go of his hand, but He Luo grabbed his hand, with surprise written in his big eyes: "Why are your hands so cold?"

"The physique is like this." Fu Yi didn't care too much, he has been like this since he was a child, his body temperature is not high, it's okay in summer, but it's a bit uncomfortable in winter.

"The physique of a normal person is like this." He Luo grabbed both of Fu Yi's hands, covered them in his palms, and said to the driver in front, "Uncle Chen, please turn up the air conditioner. "

"Hey, good." The driver, Old Chen, turned up the air conditioner in the car in response.

"Aren't you hot like this?" The temperature in the car rose together, and Fu Yi instantly felt the palms of his hands warm up by a degree, and half lowered his eyes to look at him.

"It's warmer when it's hot in winter." He Luo wanted to say that it doesn't matter if I'm hot or not, just don't freeze you, a creditor, but he didn't understand why he was looking at Fu Yi's deep eyes. Suddenly he changed his mouth again.

"En." Fu Yi didn't say anything, but there was a warm current in his heart.

For a while, no one in the car finished talking, and the quiet atmosphere was a bit awkward. He Luo's hand covering Fu Yi was no longer so cold. He let go of one hand, took out a pack of snacks from the pocket of the sweater, and bit open the package. , Eating in small bites to ease the embarrassment.

The smell of snacks radiated in the car, Fu Yi glanced at the bulging sweater pocket in front of He Luo: "You like eating these very much?"

"Ah?" He Luo, who was eating happily, was suddenly asked by Fu Yi, and raised the snack in his hand, "You said this, Jin Yuan gave it, I don't know where he bought it, is it delicious? Greasy can also relieve hypoglycemia."

It was Jinyuan again.

As soon as Fu Yi heard the name Jinyuan now, his temples bulged and hurt badly, he frowned, suppressed his impatience, and told Old Chen, "stop at the shopping mall in front."

"Hey," He Luo stopped eating snacks and looked at Fu Yi, "What do you want to buy?"

Fu Yi nodded slightly, but did not speak.

When they arrived at the shopping mall, Fu Yi took He Luo out of the car and entered the supermarket area inside. Fu Yi said to He Luo, "You can take whatever you want."

"Hey," He Luo stared at Fu Yi, who was talking domineeringly to the dazzling array of snacks in the supermarket, and then asked, "Are you paying?"

Fu Yi nodded again.

He Luo couldn't help pushing a small cart out: "That's what you said."

After speaking, fearing that Fu Yi would regret it, he pushed the cart to the snack area to buy a lot.

Since his family went bankrupt, He Luo hasn't enjoyed the freedom of snacks for a long time. The snacks he ate casually in the past now have to look at the price before putting them back with regret.

Now that there is an overlord paying for it, of course He Luo will not be polite to him. He cleaned up what he wanted to eat, picked out some new brands, piled up the entire shopping cart, and stuffed it until it couldn't fit. Only then did she push back to Fu Yi.

Fu Yi glanced at the shopping cart that was almost overflowing, and asked softly, "That's all?"

"I don't like anything else..." He Luo felt a little guilty, all he took were expensive, even though there was only one shopping cart, the price must not be cheap.

Without saying anything, Fu Yi took the shopping cart and pushed it to the cashier to check out.

When he left the shopping mall, He Luo saw himself and Fu Yi carrying a big snack bag in each hand, feeling a bit magical.

Other people's overlords always take their lovers to the shopping mall to buy clothes, jewelry, and so on. Why did the overlord of his family take him to buy four packs of snacks.

But don't say, He Luo is really useful like Fu Yi, I feel that he is a little down-to-earth.

Unlike before, he is like the moon in the sky, so far away that he dare not even get close.

"..."

Back in Jinting, after dinner, Fu Yi went to the study to practice calligraphy, leaving He Luo free to move about.

He Luo ate snacks and watched TV in the living room for a while. He was so bored, he couldn't figure out that Fu Yi was already such a big president, and he still practiced some broken characters every now and then.

He wandered around in the living room for a while, but couldn't stay any longer. Seeing that Liu Fen was going upstairs to refill Fu Yi's tea with a teapot, he took the initiative to take it for her: "Aunt Liu, let me go."

After finishing speaking, he thought for a while and asked again: "Is there no rule that outsiders are not allowed to enter his study?"

Liu Fen shook her head.

With how much Mr. Fu attaches importance to Young Master He, let alone the study, even if the house is demolished, they won't say a word.

"That's good." He Luo went upstairs with the teapot at ease.

It's not that he insists on doing something superfluous, but the study of a successful person like Fu Yi is usually the most important thing in the family, and there are countless secrets hidden in it. Know how to die.

Going up to the study, He Luo nervously opened the study door with sweaty palms and looked in.

He has been staying at Fu Yi's house for many days. Today is the first time he has set foot in a mysterious place like the study, so he has to be careful.

As a result, after looking at it, he swallowed his heart in an instant, because Fu Yi's study room was similar to his father's study room before their family went bankrupt.

There is a desk in front of a whole wall of books, and a long table near the window where there is plenty of light. The table is covered with scrolls of rice paper. At this moment, Fu Yi is sitting in front of the window, holding a brush and swaying freely on the paper. What is written on it.

He Luo entered the door with a teapot in his hand, without disturbing, he walked gently to the tea table, clearing tea, warming tea, waking up tea, brewing tea, a set of tea making process was done smoothly.

When Fu Yi stopped writing, he thought of the fragrance of tea, and when he recovered, he saw He Luo bringing the teacup to him.

Fu Yi took the teacup, took a sip of this cup of tea, which was warm enough to linger in the mouth, put down the cup, hugged He Luo on his lap, and asked him, "Are you bored down here?"

Suddenly being hugged by Fu Yi and sitting on his lap, He Luo rubbed it uncomfortably. Halfway through the rubbing, he didn't know what he was rubbing. His body froze and he didn't answer. On the handwriting, he asked in a word: "You can't even squeeze out the time to rest, why do you want to practice this Laoshizi handwriting?"

He Luo did the math for Fu Yi. He had to get up at six in the morning to exercise, go to the company on time at eight, and get off work at the company until around nine. , hang out with him.

Finally, he had some time to rest, and he had to practice calligraphy, boxing, and some skills that He Luo didn't know were yet to be discovered.

After all, is he still a human being?

When asked by He Luo, Fu Yi's eyes fell on the words like him, but he didn't hide it: "Perhaps people who don't like doing business become businessmen, and they want to make up for things they like."

"Huh?" He Luo was surprised by Fu Yi's words, "You don't like doing business—" Why do you do it so well!

But these words are too suspected of hating the rich, especially his family who went bankrupt. He Luo immediately changed the subject, "Then what do you like to do?"

"Well——" Fu Yi raised his hand to press his temple, and looked at the books on the entire wall next to him, "Maybe like my parents, I want to be a university professor or something."

It's not certain that he could still meet He Luo in University A, give him extra lessons, and grow closer to each other as they get along. After He Luo graduated, maybe he would also have the idea of ​​wanting to marry him.

Fu Yi still held He Luo's thin waist tightly, but he still couldn't let go of the phrase He Luo once said "the kind of love I want to marry him".

He Luo didn't know what Fu Yi was thinking, and suddenly heard that Fu Yi also wanted to be a professor who taught and educated people like his parents, and his hands on the table trembled in fear, suppressing the fear in his heart forcibly, pretending to be nonchalant Said: "Oh, then you continue to write."

After saying that, she was about to leave Fu Yi's body on tiptoe, but who knew that the hand on his waist held him tightly and wouldn't let him go.

He Luo turned around: "What's wrong?"

Fu Yi's eyes fell on the inkstone beside him, and he said softly, "The ink is dry."

He Luo followed his gaze and glanced at the gradually drying inkstone, and said without thinking, "I'll get you some water."

"No need," Fu Yi hugged He Luo to the desk, "Just use your water."

What water does he have?

He Luo was puzzled for a moment, and turned his attention back to Fu Yi's movements. He immediately understood what kind of water Fu Yi wanted. His pair of clear and beautiful eyes gradually grew bigger. Looking at Fu Yi was like looking at a monster, and scolded him angrily: "Fu Yi, you are sick!"

The author has something to say:

Woke up today with a fever and didn't get up.

Brother is attacking, this is probably a story of "I was turned over by the canary after bankruptcy", I apologize to those who like American attack, but it doesn't matter, the total number of words they appear in the text may add up to 5000 There are no words, and it does not affect reading.

Also, I won't write new articles, I can't write series articles well, woo woo woo.

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