Shakespeare got up in fright and ran away. Jiang Nanchu raised his hand and prepared to block his broom. Who knows, it was not a broom that came down, but his big palm. It landed on the top of her half-dried hair, and gently rubbed it lovingly.

"Laughing," he said, in a soft voice, as if he was just speaking to himself. Jiang Nanchu's face burned, and before she could react, Fu Zekai had already turned around and walked to the door, carrying a broom, shouting to work and work. She hurriedly chased after her. Anyway, it's also her house, how can she let him handle everything for her.

Late at night, there was only one person on duty for property management. So in order to clean up the water in the house as soon as possible, Fu Zekai had no choice but to pull his pants and go into battle. Now with her, the three of them have easily cleaned up all the water in the house, and the sky has begun to shine. After the property management staff on duty said goodbye and left, Fu Zekai looked at the house and couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart. Where can this be considered a home? It's like a makeshift nest. The living room was empty, there was no TV, no sofa, only a soft seat that could be molded casually, and some cushions. Now that they are soaked in water, they are all wet and lying on the floor. If it weren't for the fact that there are 2 bookshelves to support it, this place can really be described as a house with four walls. In the bedroom, there is only a simple bed and a wardrobe. The other room was simply empty. I can't imagine that a 24-year-old woman can have such a vacant space at home. Is this girl going to be a hermit? and what kind of penance?

"Your house is too damp right now. It's not inhabitable, can you deal with it with me for two days? He frowned and said to Jiang Nanchu. There was no negotiating tone at all, but a direct order.

It seems that there is no way to stay in his own house, and Jiang Nanchu has no reason to object. had to obediently obey Fu Zekai's arrangement. In the end, she lost her guess and lay down in his soft bed.

"I'm sorry to take up your bed. She looked at him a little crampedly.

"It's okay, Shakespeare has been looking forward to eating my tofu for a long time. Fu Zekai smiled and helped her tuck the quilt.

"Is Shakespeare a mother?" she was amused by him, her nose wrinkled slightly, and her eyes seemed to have stars in them, which were very bright.

"You should say call her a lady. It's rude to talk about motherhood. Go to sleep. It's been a night of tossing. He grabbed a blanket and walked out of the room quickly.

The morning light shone into the living room through the window, and Fu Zekai stood in front of the closed room door with a blanket for a long time. The sunlight gave him a golden glow. Shakespeare rubbed around beside him, not understanding why the master didn't play with him, just stared at the door in a daze, and only heard his sigh for a long time, "What should I do with you......?"

It was another early morning, the light of the sunrise smeared the deep and shallow red and purple on the clouds on the horizon, a magnificent scenery outside the window, but Fu Zekai in the window didn't know how to appreciate it, just sat quietly in front of the bed, staring at Jiang Nanchu lying on the bed. Looking at the person on the bed, although his breathing was shallow, he finally calmed down. She slept peacefully, and the corners of Fu Zekai's mouth gradually curved. He pulled the quilt on her, then shoved his thick, warm hand under her hand, which was cold from hanging drips.

Thinking about this night, it was really choking, I wanted to wake her up at dusk to eat, but I heard her faint breathing when I entered the door. He strode to the bed, and found that the cheeks of the person on the bed were flushed and his breathing was a little short. Raising his hand to touch her forehead, she only felt hot and hot.

He panicked, and he quickly called the doctors and nurses. The doctor said that there was no major incident, it was a cold and fever, but Fu Zekai's brows never relaxed. She looked miserable, groggy and restless at the same time. For a while, she kept scratching her hands, and almost got rid of the needle, so he tried to hold her hands in place, so that she didn't hurt herself, and when she was crying out in her broken mouth, he could only recognize the vague word "don't go", and he kept saying in her ear, "If you don't go, I won't go"; and when she whimpered and cried in her dreams, tears flowed out of her long eyelashes like a stream, and he kept wiping them away for her.

It's not easy to live a night like this. Fortunately, the drip finally had an effect, and after she sweated a lot, she finally calmed down, and the fever subsided in the early morning. His heart, which had been hanging all night, finally returned to its place.

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu," the little nurse nudged him gently.

"Oh. Sorry, I fell asleep. "He hadn't slept well for two days, and his eyes were a little red.

"It's nothing, it's all done. The patient also had a fever and there were no major problems. Next, just take your medicine well. Dr. Ho and I went first. You also pay attention to rest. The little nurse whispered to him while quickly packing up the drip bottle.

"Okay. Thank you. He put Jiang Nanchu's hand into the quilt, although he thanked the little nurse, his eyes refused to leave the person in front of him for a moment.

I don't know if it's because his bed has a lot to do with it, or if it's because she's sick. Fu Zekai always felt that Jiang Nanchu in front of him looked very thin, and his chin was sharper than the last time he saw her. The pale face, the emaciation, the empty room, everything told him that she was not doing well. Why did she cut ties with her friends and exile herself?

He didn't understand why he wanted to leave the past behind but not pursue the future. Such Nan Chu made him feel very distressed, he still remembered her smiling face, remembered that she used to sit on the steps and smile sweetly at him, as bright as the sunshine in July. He's been gone for too long, so long that she has long forgotten about him. If it weren't for the meeting at Chen Zhuoer's birthday party, maybe he would have forgotten those pasts. Those memories that had long been dusty came alive again when they saw her and when they heard the name Jiang Nanchu. As if everything had just happened yesterday, her little smiling face, the tears she had fallen into his hands, coincided with the person in front of her. She hasn't changed at all, she's still so stubborn.

She must have thought it was just a coincidence, he showed up at the cemetery, and he lived next door to her new home. She really thought of him as a friendly stranger. Didn't she remember him? Did he change so much? Or was she so young at the time that she had forgotten her memories now. He still clearly remembers that night, the little her squatted in the weeds in the open space and cried loudly, it was the first time he saw her crying so sadly, he squatted beside her, hugged the little her who kept trembling, and kept saying: "Don't cry, don't cry, Nan Chu, it's okay, and me, I will make you very happy." She was only 5 years old and he was 9 years old. He felt like an adult that day because he had the responsibilities that his father said.

The person on the bed moved, he thought she was awake, and called softly: "Nan Chu", but she didn't have a tendency to wake up, but she didn't know what kind of dream she was dreaming again, and tears slipped from her closed eyes. He only felt his heart tugging again. I really don't understand why so many tears can be hidden in such a thin body, it seems that she has accumulated for many years, and now it is full of water, and it is out of control. What kind of sadness did she have, how did she live alone. He wanted to explore, but he was afraid that opening his mouth would scare her away like an ostrich. He sighed, reached out and helped her wipe away her tears over and over again, and said over and over again, "It's okay, Nan Chu, it's okay." The voice was soft, with a masculine lowness and magnetism, drifting through the room in the morning light.

When Jiang Nan first woke up, it was already afternoon. When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar room, the color of light coffee was warm, the silver-gray sheets had a strange faint smell of soap, and there was a gentle breathing sound around me. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Fu Zekai's handsome side face. It's really difficult for him, such a big man, kneeling in front of the bed, lying on the bed, sleeping really uncomfortable, no wonder his brows are frowning slightly. Such a handsome face, how unsightly it is to frown so much, Jiang Nan thought about raising his hand to smooth the small Sichuan character between his eyebrows, but found that his right hand was tightly held by him.

The nails were cut short and neat, and she scraped his palm with her fingertips mischievously, and the eldest young master's hand was really delicate and silky, without half a callus. Maybe it made him itch, but I heard him snort softly, and thought he was going to wake up. Jiang Nan was so frightened that he even held his breath, but Fu Zekai just changed his head to the other side, his breathing became deep again, and his hand still refused to let go, but he slept sweetly.

Jiang Nanchu gently pulled the corners of his mouth and looked at the sleeping person helplessly. His hair was slightly curly, thick black, and I didn't know what it felt like to the touch. Jiang Nan's heart was full of thoughts, and his left hand was involuntarily stretched out, and under the touch, it was not as soft as he imagined, but it was refreshing and comfortable. The ends of the hair are slightly stiff, and the skin that is prickly in the palm of the hand feels a little numb. Jiang Nanchu only felt a warm taste of happiness in his heart, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled.

Happiness? She suddenly sighed, and then sighed faintly. His hand was also lowered from the top of Fu Zekai's head, and his fingers were gently and carefully broken one by one. Carefully got out of bed and gently draped the quilt on him. Quietly walked out of his room, thought about writing another note and putting it back in his hand, and then quietly exited his room.

She ran away again!! Fu Zekai woke up with only a note written thank you in his hand.

He got up in a rage and rushed out, but he stumbled because of the numbness in his legs and feet. Gritting his teeth and enduring the numbness and pain from the bottom to the top, he blew in front of her door like a hurricane. When he raised his hand to knock, he suddenly stopped. What's wrong with me, a person who is nearly 30 years old, is still like a hairy boy, so unbearable. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull up self-deprecatingly, and the raised hand was also put down, and the five fingers that were curled up slowly loosened one by one, finally chuckled, and dragged back to his house with a sour and numb heart.

There was movement outside, and Jiang Nanchu didn't hear it in the room. Just listening to the door on the opposite side opening loudly, listening to the hurried footsteps, I knew that he was angry, angry at her for not knowing what to do, angry at her for not saying goodbye. I was ready to listen to her door "bang" under his anger! Who knew that the voice outside the door stopped, and there was no movement for a long time.

The typhoon is halfway through and it doesn't blow, which is a rare thing. Jiang Nanchu quietly moved to the door curiously, looked out at the cat's eyes, and just saw Fu Zekai turn around and go back to his room, with the sound of him closing the door, he also returned to his place with a heart, the originally tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his body lost his strength, and his body slowly slid down the door, and the soaked floor was cold and gloomy, as if there was also a trace of cold in a corner of his heart. That's it, after all, it's a stranger, and people are enough to help themselves. Since you have decided to let everything go, why bother to provoke strangers again. Jiang Nanchu stood up with his hands propped up, looking at this strange house, although Fu Zekai and the administrator helped to tidy it up hastily that day, but everywhere was still soaked in water, and suddenly thought of the house that was sold, and his nose began to sour again. She walked briskly into her room, threw herself on the bed, covered her whole body with the quilt, felt the tears slowly slide out of her eye sockets, and then absorbed into the thick quilt one by one, until consciousness gradually moved away.

The sound of bang bang bang kept ringing, Jiang Nanchu turned over, muttered so loudly in her mouth, covered it with her hands, in the confusion of sleep, a rare good night's sleep, she didn't want to pay attention to the damn noise at all, just wait for it to disappear naturally. Who knew that the noise continued persistently, and finally she was upset, lifted the quilt on her body and sat up, closed her eyes and shouted loudly: "It's noisy!" The sound of bangbang bang also stopped abruptly, there was silence around, the corners of her satisfied mouth curved upward, and she was about to fall down and fall asleep again, but who knew that the voice continued to sound again. She shook her head irritably, until she was a little more sober. After careful identification, it turned out that the sound that kept ringing was someone knocking on the door of their house.

Jiang Nanchu got up in a daze, touched the wall with half-closed eyes and went to open the door. The door opened, and the bright light stimulated the person to finally wake up completely, squinting his eyes to see Fu Zekai standing in front of him with a smile, and he was about to go to the house when he saw her open the door. She subconsciously stopped at the door, blocking his way, and politely asked, "Does Mr. Fu have anything important to do with me?" "I really don't want to get involved with him.

Listening to her deliberately distant tone, Fu Zekai made a look of grievance: "Why, if you cross the river, you will tear down the bridge, and if you have nothing to do, you won't let the life-saving benefactor enter the door?"

Jiang Nanchu was amused by his appearance, and then asked with a straight face, "What are you looking for me?"

"Well, I'll bring you something to eat. Fu Zekai held the bag in his hand in front of her eyes, and the strong smell of food emanated.

"Well, thanks, but I'm not hungry. Jiang Nanchu's voice had not stopped, but his stomach was very faceless and loud. His face turned red unconsciously. Under Fu Zekai's playful gaze, he had to obediently get out of the way. Watch him stride inside, listening to his hearty laughter.

"It's so dark that you can't turn on the lights. Listening to Fu Zekai's question, Jiang Nanchu realized that it was already dark. While hurriedly turning on the light in the living room, he explained, "Oh, that, I was just sleeping and didn't notice." ”

"Hey, are you still sleeping, are you not feeling well? Fu Zekai handed the bag in his left hand to his right hand, and when he freed his hand, he was about to test the temperature on her forehead. Jiang Nanchu dodged to the side and hurriedly said, "No, no, I slept with the quilt on my shoulder, and I was already much better." I was sweating when I saw it. Prove it. Fu Zekai withdrew her hand frozen in the air and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, there were thin beads of sweat on her forehead, and her face was a little ruddy. "Okay. He said in a low voice. After that, I looked around and found that there was no place to put things in the empty living room. I had to pick up the bag and sway it in front of her eyes, with a helpless smile.

"Oh, you wait. Jiang Nanchu finally reacted and hurriedly looked around. Finally, I found an ironing board left by the landlord in the utility room, moved it out and put it in the living room, and found a few newspapers on the bookshelf and spread it on it. "Put it on. She said with some smugness.

Fu Zekai smiled and put the convenient box in the bag on the same way. For a while, the aroma of the food overflowed, urging people's appetite to move. "It's so fragrant, it's an old porridge restaurant," Jiang Nanchu couldn't help but praise. Before the words fell, there was a loud grunt. This time, it was Fu Zekai who blushed and explained, "I haven't eaten it yet." ”

Originally, she planned to let him go and give an eviction order, looking at his dark circles and red lines in his eyes, she could hear this sentence again, but she couldn't say anything to ask him to leave. I had to say, "Let's eat together." Fu Zekai smiled happily, and asked her with a smile: "Hey, are we going to eat standing up? Miss Jiang Nanchu is such a hospitality?"

Jiang Nanchu only felt a bang, his face was afraid that it was all red again, and he began to be busy looking for a seat again, the plastic sofa thrown in the living room was full of water, and he fell to the ground softly, and he couldn't sit anymore. She moved out of the only chair in the room, and then thought about the two small plastic benches in the bathroom, a little shorter. But the two are stacked together, and it should be about the same.

After arranging, Fu Zekai pulled out a chair for her to sit in a gentlemanly manner, and sat on the rickety little bench by himself. A small plastic bench that looks unreliable. Fu Zekai didn't dare to put all the weight on it. So I worked hard, half sat and half squatted hard. With that handsome dress, it doesn't look funny, I'm afraid that a young master like him has never made such a shaky stool. Thinking of this section, Jiang Nanchu couldn't help but chuckle.

Fu Zekai on the stool didn't know it, leaned forward slightly and asked stupidly, "What are you laughing at?" The stool shook again, and he quickly stabilized it, and finally didn't fall down. Jiang Nanchu's smile was even stronger, and he hurriedly said: "It's nothing, it's not set, hurry up and drink porridge, it's not good to drink when it's cold." After that, he lifted himself up and drank it first.

Fu Zekai shook his head and took his share and ate it.

Whew, sighing with satisfaction, Jiang Nanchu put down the bowl in his hand. "Why, does the old porridge restaurant still deliver food so far away?" she asked him, squinting her eyes.

Fu Zekai stretched out his hand and rubbed her forehead hair while saying, "You think it's beautiful, they never deliver takeaways, and they're so far away." I'm going to buy it. It's better for you to drink porridge when you're sick, and last time I saw you liked their porridge very much. The tone was full of doting. His movements were so natural, so natural that even she felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

She raised her head and wanted to smile at him, but suddenly saw the affection in his eyes, and her heart suddenly chuckled. So he hurriedly turned his head to the side, dodging his big gentle hand.

Fu Zekai's hand froze in the air so awkwardly, and his eyes were full of doubts and disappointment for a moment. Then he laughed dryly twice and withdrew his hand. Changing the subject, he asked, "Why don't you treat yourself a little bit?" You've been here for a few days now. Why is this house so empty, and the necessities of life are not complete. "There was no refrigerator, no TV, no telephone, no kitchen, not even a table to eat. I really don't know what kind of life I'm going to live.

"I won't be able to live long anyway. Just make do and be able to sleep. She replied with her head bowed, her tone revealing a bit of bleakness.

"Nan Chu, what are you running away from? What are you hiding?" Fu Zekai's tone couldn't help but slump, and his eyes were full of concern.

"No. She raised her head, put a big smile on her face, and looked into his eyes without dodging, her eyes full of determination, "I'm fine, I'm just changing the way of life." And I don't need anyone else to worry about my life," and his voice was firm.

Fu Zekai smiled softly. Then he took out a bag of pills from his coat pocket and placed them in front of her. "Take your medicine. Your cold isn't quite cured yet. Medicines should be taken on time. ”

Jiang Nanchu's face instantly became bitter. This person's topic must have changed too quickly.

"Eat quickly, or I'll feed you?" Fu Zekai looked at her with a smile.

That's it, that's it, the other party also has good intentions. Comforting himself like this, Jiang Nanchu resigned himself to the order to go to the kitchen to find a water cup, pour water, and swallow pills.

"Alright, I've eaten everything I should have eaten. You're tired too, go back and rest. "She also took food, medicine, and eviction orders. The man on the other side was still smiling at him. I didn't even want to leave.

"Oh, are you really dealing with your savior? Now you sleep with me, and eat from me. I don't know anything about the Grace Map. He raised an eyebrow, and looked at her again with the same ruffian look.

"Besides, I have nothing to give you in my life, and I have nothing to give you in the world. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong and stopped his voice. If this ruffian takes the opportunity to say that he can answer with his appearance.

Jiang Nanchu looked at Fu Zekai with some apprehension, but fortunately he didn't seem to find anything wrong with her words. He stood up and strode over to her bookshelf. "Then lend me a book. He said.

Her bookshelves are neat. The book is wrapped in brown paper, and the name is written on the spine in a black pen. It can be seen that the owner loves books very much.

Without asking him, Jiang Nanchu walked quickly to the bookshelf, didn't look at it, and casually pulled a thick enough book. Stuffed into Fu Zekai's arms. "Take your time. I'll send you out. Again, she ordered the eviction.

This time, Fu Zekai didn't say anything, took the book and obediently went to the door. Where did Jiang Nanchu know, but what he was thinking about was borrowing and repaying, and the future would be long.

Jiang Nanchu sent it to the door, and when he saw Fu Zekai open the door opposite to enter, he suddenly said, "Fu Zekai, we are just strangers." It was, is, and will be. Fu Zekai's body stopped slightly, and then he didn't look back, just raised his hand, shook his back to her twice, and then entered the house and closed the door.

Watching his tall figure disappear at the door, Jiang Nanchu couldn't help but sigh softly. I don't know if he understands it. I don't know if that sentence was said to Fu Zekai or to himself. I closed my door, and my heart cooled down a little. It's been another long night.

Fu Zekai, who was lying on his wide and comfortable leather sofa, was happy. Even Shakespeare sensed the good mood of his master, and took the opportunity to jump on the sofa and lie on his lower abdomen to nap. Jiang Nanchu's parting words did not have any effect on him, in fact, Fu Zekai thought that it just showed the progress of the relationship between himself and Jiang Nanchu, if they were really strangers, why should she emphasize it more. Jiang Nanchu said this, which just shows that he has created her enchantment, at least stepping into one foot. Although I don't know what she's awkward about now, if she can break the ice, it means that there is a chance.

He looked sideways and saw the book borrowed from Jiang Nanchu on the coffee table. A thick book, wrapped in kraft paper seriously, the color looks soft and warm under the light. In the corners of the book, the brown paper is slightly fluffy, and it seems that it should be a book of some years. He stretched out his long hand and dragged the book over, stroking the cover with his fingers, as if to feel her temperature, reverent and cautious.

Fu Zekai turned the first page and couldn't help laughing, the title of the book printed on the title page was clearly "Selected World Fairy Tales". After a long time, she showed herself a fairy tale. Looking down further, I found that in the lower right corner of the title page, the three words Jiang Nanchu were written crookedly. The hook of the flying word rolled up, and Fu Zekai only felt that the tip of his heart became soft. The fingertips gently touched the childish strokes, and the small face in my heart became very clear.

She looked up with a red face, her thin eyebrows tangled together, her big eyes stared at him, which was filled with thick water vapor, and her small mouth was deflated downward, looking like a mountain rain was about to come. He was a little at a loss, and his mouth shouted urgently, stop, stop! But the little man didn't eat him at all, and finally a cry of "wow" came out. While crying heartbreakingly, he didn't forget to accuse him of his crimes, "Brother Zekai bullied me...... Bully me......" Little Fu Zekai helplessly raised his hand to pat his very painful head, there was no way to take the little devil in front of him, obviously she took a pen and scribbled on her homework book, and destroyed the homework he had just finished. Now that the murder weapon is still in her hand, he just said that he hated it, and she cried so earth-shatteringly. It's all the wicked suing first.

Fu Zekai reluctantly hugged this little devil, wiped her tears, and coaxed softly, "Nan Chu is good, Brother Zekai is not murdering you, good." Brother Zekai didn't bully you. The crying became quieter, but there was no sign of stopping. I saw that the handkerchiefs were almost wet. 8-year-old Fu Zekai sighed helplessly and heavily, and continued to coax gently, "Nan Chu is good, Nan Chu doesn't cry, is it good for Brother Zekai to teach you to write?" "Really?" The crying stopped abruptly. "Really" he disarmed his avatar helplessly. The little man in his arms immediately burst into tears and laughed. Looking at her tear-stained smile, little Fu Zekai only felt that there was something very soft in his heart.

That day, he held her little hand and taught her to write her name one by one. Jiang Nanchu wrote these three words over and over again, and gradually his homework book was full of these three words, big or small, neat or crooked, without exception, the hook of the flying word was curled in, like a small tail. Now the flying word under the finger is still familiar with the rolling, I don't know if she still remembers the habit of being a child when she writes the flying word.

I'm afraid she has forgotten it a long time ago, she has even forgotten him as a person, where is it possible to remember those habits when she was very young? Fu Zekai sighed self-deprecatingly, and flipped through the fairy tales at will.

Are fairy tales really written for children? Why are those stories cruel and sad? The mermaid princess, who endured the pain with her voice, eventually lost her love and could only turn into foam on the surface of the sea. Just because the mirror fragment of the Ice Queen fell into his eyes, the gentle little boy became a cold iceman in the blink of an eye, forgetting the girl who used to depend on each other for his life. Peter Pan eventually lost his gentle Wendy and remained alone for a long childhood......

Unconsciously, he has already flipped through the small half of the book, and he has not been a person who likes fairy tales since he was a child, but he has read it with pleasure many years later. Fu Zekai smiled a little self-deprecatingly, his fingers casually flipped through the pages that were a little dusty, and suddenly a faint transparent yellow flashed in his eyes, and then quickly drowned in the pages. He stopped, and searched carefully through the pages, and it turned out to be a long, narrow petal. The petals were almost transparent goose-yellow, and you could even see the words underneath the pages of the book. The white meridians on the petals are clear, like a tiny translucent net. He carefully put the petals into the palm of his hand, and the fingerprints in his palm were hazy and soft. Suddenly, Shakespeare, who had been sleeping on him obediently, woke up without knowing what he heard, and jumped away by stepping on him hard. He was in pain, and his body immediately sat up, his hand involuntarily clenched into a fist. Secretly screaming badly, he hurriedly opened his hand to see that the petals had been broken, and the pieces were stuck with the sweat in the palm of his hand, as if they were shining with a faint light. I went to look through the thick fairy tale carefully, but I couldn't find the thin petals. He always felt a little empty in his heart, and he thought that maybe it was disappointment.

Jiang Nanchu thought that what he said about everyone being strangers to each other would always have some effect, for a proud young master; Jiang Nanchu also thought that a book thick enough was enough to read for some time, for the eldest young master who should be constantly entertaining; Jiang Nanchu also thought that if every time they met, it was a disaster, it was enough to make people retreat, for those young masters who didn't know the suffering of the world. But the truth is, she was wrong.

Looking at Fu Zekai, who was leaning on the door frame of her house, tilting her head, raising one eyebrow, and still handsome, she could only bow her head and sigh, and her heart was full of frustration.

"Well, what's the matter with you? My doorbell isn't a toy. There was frustration in her tone, and the man had been ringing her doorbell for at least 20 minutes.

"That's because your hospitality is to make your neighbors stand for more than 20 minutes. He looked innocent, but his eyes flashed with stubbornness.

"Say, what's the matter with you? return the book, borrow it again?" I really didn't want to have a senseless quarrel with him, Jiang Nanchu just wanted to end this kind of contact quickly.

There was a clatter, and he dangled the key in front of her eyes. "I have an urgent need to go to the United States, so help me take care of Shakespeare. He said it for granted.

"Turn right out of the neighborhood, walk 50 meters, there is a pet shop that looks good. I think they would be happy to offer the services of a pet hotel. She reached out and waved away the key that was shaking in front of her eyes, coldly refusing.

"Let Shakespeare live in a cage? How can you be reluctant?" he grabbed her hand and forced the key into her palm, and then closed her five fingers together in a somewhat domineering manner. Then he couldn't help but pull up the suitcase behind him, turn around and leave.

"Fu Zekai!" she stomped her foot and called his name.

"I had cat food and litter ready and in the kitchen. Please. He didn't look back, just raised his hand and waved it back to her. The voice was clearly full of laughter.

She chased after him, and shouted at him as he got into the elevator, "I'm not going to bother with it." But he clutched the keys tightly.

Before the elevator door slowly closed, Fu Zekai raised his eyebrows and said to her with an indifferent look: "Whatever" The look in his eyes was completely fixed on her.

Watching his face disappear behind the elevator door, she kicked the elevator in frustration and limped back. Sure enough, he did his own sin, but it was very unpleasant to see his determined appearance. Let's go, let's go, it's better not to come back, don't come to disturb her life again, don't come to disturb her peace again. But why, obviously he is a stranger he said, and he has only seen so many times, but his heart is like a small pebble, and there are layers of ripples.

"Shakespeare, you have to be good, you must not be like your master, it is boring to grow into a handsome bastard. It's okay, don't mess with female cats who like to live quietly. ”

Poor Shakespeare was firmly grasped by Jiang Nanchu and grabbed two fronts, and swayed from side to side to carry out the so-called good cat cultivation education. If she could talk, she would love to tell her that she was actually a female cat who liked to live quietly, and that she would not become a handsome bastard.

Shakespeare, who didn't want to be a puff bag, finally found a chance to escape from her clutches, staggered under the sofa, and looked at her with only a pair of big shining eyes.

"Stingy, there's a kind of you never come out. Jiang Nanchu confronted the cat childishly, and Shakespeare also occupied the corner and did not move. Suddenly, she thought of a way to tempt food, and went straight to the kitchen to find something to eat. Wanting to find a can to tempt the cat, she opened Fu Zekai's big refrigerator, but what she saw was stuffed full of various ingredients. Stunned for a moment, wasn't that person going to the United States for a week? Why did he get so much food and stuff it in the refrigerator? Looking at his clean kitchen, you also know that he should not fire. When I was confused, I saw a small sticky note pasted on the refrigerator door, and eight words were written on it seriously - please enjoy, you are welcome. is still written stroke by stroke, how can a person who writes so seriously have such a ruffian smile. The corners of Jiang Nanchu's mouth curled up slightly.

"Miss, I suggest that you be admitted to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible. The doctor said coldly, in a businesslike tone.

"Is it useful to be hospitalized? Can it be completely cured?" Jiang Nanchu also replied coldly.

"At the very least, it will ease your pain and help you prolong your time as long as possible. ”

"If the result is the same, why bother. Please prescribe me more pain medicine. The last one was finished. "She didn't want to dwell on it, she just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

"Don't take too many painkillers at once. It is recommended that you still be hospitalized. The doctor's tone was still cold, and he handed over the prescription.

"Thank you. Jiang Nanchu grabbed the prescription and turned to leave.

The hospital is probably the most hated place in her life. Those long corridors, cold iron beds, miserable white walls, sheets, clothes, the strong smell of disinfectant water, the faint cries that always came from a corner, everything made her feel annoying, she felt flustered.

Every time I go to the hospital, Jiang Nanchu always reminds me of the past, when my mother was on the cold iron bed, in the miserable white room, and in the thick smell of disinfectant water, she was emaciated and weakened day by day. The yellow, yellow and white liquid that poured into her body did not leave Jiang Nanchu's mother behind. Jiang Nan looked at her day by day, haggard. Looking at her weak smile as she endured the pain. Watch as she trembles and stretches out her bony hand to stroke her hair. Finally, looking at her eyes full of longing and reluctance, slowly dimmed, only turning into a gray patch. The once beautiful mother, when she left, only a body like dry wood and that chaotic ash were left, covering all the beauty and warmth that she once had.

The way things are done in hospitals is always complicated and lengthy, with queues to pay money and other queues to get medicines. Finally finished completely, Jiang Nanchu was very uncomfortable with the smell of disinfectant water. Walked out of the hospital quickly, wanting to hurry home, but my stomach was churning. She held on to the roadside tree in embarrassment, and the acid welled up in her throat, unable to hold on any longer. I didn't eat anything in the morning, but I vomited and even the bile was about to come out, and my mouth was full of bitter and sour taste. Finally calming down the churning nausea, she was holding on to the street tree weakly to gasp, and a piece of tissue paper was handed to her. "Thank you. She took it, looked up and thanked him, but saw that the person was frozen, her mind was blank, and she only heard her own hoarse voice muttering the man's name, "Drow......"