Chapter Twenty-Six: Recuperation

After the twelve-hour dangerous period, Fu Qingyuan and his entourage's hanging hearts finally landed, Helian Baimu obeyed Fu Qingyuan's order to bring Helian Daixue back to the organization, and first closed the small black house to wait for the fate, and Nachuan successfully became the errand runner of Fu Qingyuan and Mo Zishu.

"When will I be discharged?" Mo Zishu had been lying in bed all day, feeling that her whole body was going to be wasted, and the man in front of her, who was peeling apples for her with a noble and clear atmosphere, forbade her only pleasure.

"No need to talk." Fu Qingyuan lightly dropped these two words and stopped speaking, concentrating on peeling the apple in his hand.

"Your uncle." Mo Zishu endured it and didn't explode foully, but the man in front of her was too hateful, but she was helpless.

Fu Qingyuan glanced at Mo Zishu lightly, peeled off the last bit of apple skin, handed it to Mo Zishu, and motioned for Mo Zishu to finish eating.

"Principal Yan is already urging me." Mo Zishu did not forget that she promised Yan Haikuan that she would only take seven days off, and she has always kept her agreement and has very strict and persistent requirements for time.

"I'll help you get a few more days." Fu Qingyuan's tone was still flat, there was no trace of waves in his deep eyes, even if Mo Zishu asked for leave at that time, he was still at the scene.

"Master Fu, then give me the computer." Mo Zishu saw that this matter was not negotiable, so she had to change the topic and return to her computer, that was her life.

"There's radiation, and the doctor told you to recuperate." Fu Qingyuan's face was impossible, and his delusional expression deeply "stung" Mo Zishu's heart.

Seeing that Mo Zishu was already loveless, Fu Qingyuan felt a little funny and a little helpless, the wound was on the arm, if he used a computer, it would inevitably involve the wound, and the wound that finally stopped the bleeding, how could Fu Qingyuan allow Mo Zishu to open the wound again.

Mo Zishu thought about it for a while, and now she can't toss anything, this Uncle Fu in front of her is desperate not to let her touch the computer, so she has to accept it painfully, and vent all her dissatisfaction with Fu Qingyuan on the apple.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Fu Qingyuan couldn't help but want to pinch Mo Zishu's bulging cheeks on both sides, like a hamster hiding food, very cute.

Mo Zishu was even more speechless, how could Fu Qingyuan's eyes look at her make her feel like caring for mentally handicapped children, eat an apple, will she be the one who is choked.

"Don't you have anything to do, just guard me like this, Old Man Fu won't beat you." Mo Zishu knew that Fu Qingyuan knew her relationship with the Fu family, and she knew how much Old Man Fu loved money, Fu Qingyuan was at the helm of the Fu Group, according to this state, Fu Qingyuan's casual order was tens of millions of dollars, and if he didn't go to the company, Old Man Fu was not in a hurry to jump to his feet.

"If he knew I was with you, he wouldn't." Fu Qingyuan's words were very determined, and his eyes were also very serious, as if to imply, you are the granddaughter-in-law of Old Man Fu's inner decision, and he will not do anything to the two of us.

Mo Zishu's mouth chewing the apple suddenly twitched twice, what stupid thing was she talking about, what was Old Man Fu's thoughts, she couldn't be too clear as a person.

"I slept." Mo Zishu bit off the last bite of apple flesh, threw the core into the trash can accurately, and buried himself in the quilt.

Fu Qingyuan lowered his head and smiled silently, his eyes were full of pampering, this feeling was extremely good for him.

Then he picked up a handkerchief from the side, dipped it in some warm water, and naturally took out Mo Zishu's paws that were retracted into the quilt and wiped them carefully.

It's not the first time Fu Qingyuan has done this action, but every time he is still amazed by Mo Zishu's hands, the word perfect can no longer be generalized.

The ten fingers are like God carved out of the best jade, even the lines are not deviated, the bones are distinct, slender and smooth, the nails are trimmed and neat, and there is no flaw, such a perfect pair of hands is very suitable for playing the piano, yes, it is born to play the piano.

Fu Qingyuan's warm and thin lips were so gently imprinted on the back of Mo Zishu Baiying's hand, he was stunned by surprise, and soon he covered up his gaffe, wiped Mo Zishu's hands clean, and gently put them back in the quilt.

Mo Zishu did not reject Fu Qingyuan's movements, but obviously, she still felt the difference at that moment just now, and the warm touch on the back of her hand made her whole body a little stiff, but she didn't show it.

The night is always so timely to replace the work of the day, but there is no moon tonight, and a few stars are scattered on the black curtain from the angle outside the window from Mo Zishu.

Fu Qingyuan fell asleep on the sofa next to him.

Mo Zishu turned his head to look at Fu Qingyuan, and that indescribable feeling once again surfaced in his mind, and even the position of his heart was beating more forcefully than usual.

Na Chuan told her that he had guarded her for two nights and had not closed his eyes, and had been taking care of her during the day, for fear that there would be any accidents.

At that moment, Mo Zishu said that it was too fake not to be moved, but she didn't understand why Fu Qingyuan took care of her so much and treated her so well, just an operation, he was so nervous about her.

Mo Zishu was able to get up a little now, but she couldn't move a lot yet, she leaned on the head of the bed, tilted her head and looked at the sleeping Fu Qingyuan, a little puzzled.

The cool breeze blew in from the window, Mo Zishu couldn't help but shrink his shoulders, and saw that Fu Qingyuan was lying on the sofa that did not match his height, and there was nothing to cover on his body, and he felt a little pitiful.

Mo Zishu took the blanket on one side and walked towards Fu Qingyuan lightly, and, when he got closer, he found that there was a faint blue mark under his eyes, and he felt a little distressed, Mo Zishu gently carried the blanket on Fu Qingyuan's body, and the sound of breathing involuntarily eased a lot.

His eyes fell on Fu Qingyuan's face, his right hand was on his chest, feeling the strange feeling, and his eyes became much brighter.

"Good night." Mo Zishu said softly, the lights went out in the ward, and all that could be seen was a vague figure turned around and walked to the hospital bed.

And at the moment when Mo Zishu turned around, she didn't see it, Fu Qingyuan's eyes opened, and there was even a trace of joy in his deep and dark eyes, which were about to overflow from his sockets like flowing water.

Gradually, there were only two steady breaths left in the room, slowly intertwining in the air.

In the second half of the night, a drizzle fell in the cool night.