The school bell rang on time, and Fu Wei wanted to go to the cafeteria alone like the client had done. It's just that she hasn't taken two steps out of her seat when a voice behind her faintly sounds.

"Come with me at noon."

"Is it really okay, brother," Fu Wei stepped back in small steps, looking at Wei Qingyang expectant and happy.

Although Wei Qingyang and the client are at the same table, they have always had zero communication and do not interfere with each other, and it is the first time like today.

"Of course you can," Wei Qingyang stood up, walked to her side, put his right hand on her shoulder, and leaned towards him with his elbow on Fu Wei's head, "We'll all eat together in the future." ”

In the past, he was reluctant to get close to his client at school, and a large part of the reason was because he disliked the client and lost face.

That kind of sister who wears a school uniform every day and doesn't dress up, and still has a cold face, if she has good grades, she won't say anything, but the client's grades are average. The younger sister who doesn't have the same grades and looks good has nothing to show off, and even has to be embarrassed.

But now it's different, Fu Wei is wearing his carefully selected clothes, and the point is that he will be coquettish. Such a soft and glutinous cute sister, taking it out is a long face.

Wei Qingyang could even think of the picture of his group of friends who were in a hurry after seeing Fu Xuan.

It's just that the heavens didn't fulfill people's wishes, Wei Qingyang's plan fell through, and his group of friends didn't come at all.

", I obviously said that I would eat together here, but I was actually my pigeon," Wei Qingyang hammered his fist on the table, making a "bang" sound.

"Brother, do you want to look at your phone, what if they have something to do temporarily and can't come?" Fu Wei straightened the plate in front of him, took out the cutlery and wiped it with a paper towel.

Wei Qingyang took the chopsticks from her hand, took a mouthful of food in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Whatever, we eat our own." ”

Those few are definitely running Internet cafes to play games, and they don't even take him with them, hum.

Okay, it just so happens that there is no record of his friend in the client's profile, and if they do meet, it will be bad if they disrupt his rhythm.

It's just that she has to think of a way to change Wei Qingyang's impression of herself now.

Otherwise, I've always been a sister like a pet, and that's a big deal.

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"Brother, aren't you going to review?"

Tomorrow is the monthly exam, but Wei Qingyang is still passionately opening the microphone on his mobile phone, and a few dirty words come out of his mouth from time to time.

"My grades are like that anyway, and revision is useless to me," Wei Qing replied without looking back, his eyes kept focused on the screen in his hand, and he didn't score half a point with her.

"Sister, you also go to bed early, if you sleep late, you will have dark circles under your eyes, and it won't look good at that time."

Sleep you are paralyzed, Fu Wei looked at the thick stack of review materials in his hand, and his brain was unusually clear.

She now has a very good grasp of the client's knowledge, and Fu Mo is studying the knowledge points that the client does not understand, and wants to give the client a better school in the college entrance examination.

Maybe they can also impress Wei's father and mother because of this, so that they can replace the object of their love with themselves, although the chance is slim.

Thinking of this, the pen movement in Fu Hui's hand was a little faster.

[Why didn't you just ruin Wei Qingyang?] Just like the last world. ]

1973 is actually unreasonable, it directly ruined Wei Qingyang, then Wei's father and mother only have her daughter, and the focus should be biased towards her.

"Because not necessarily, even if Wei Qingyang is ruined, the possibility of Wei's father and mother focusing on me is still slim. They are patriarchal, what if there is no Wei Qingyang, and the idea is hit on the nephew and nephew, when the time comes, it will be more difficult to get on the right path, and I will really be finished. ”

"And the client doesn't hate Wei Qingyang very much, she's just blaming herself for being incapable of compromise."

If she ruined Wei Qingyang and let him have three longs and two shorts, presumably the client would not want to see it.

Fu Wei sighed at the test paper in front of him again, I don't know when such a hard life will end.

Early the next morning, Fu Wei not only didn't wait for the clothes Wei Qingyang prepared for her, but she didn't even see Wei Qingyang.

"Brother?" Fu Yu knocked on the door twice, leaning on the door panel and listening to the movement inside.

There was a murmur of ropes inside, but no big movement was heard.

Don't you haven't gotten up, right?

Fu Mo knocked on the door again, and the strength in his hand increased, "Brother! ”

"If you don't agree, I'll come in," Wei Qingyang's door was not locked, and Fu Mo opened the door with a slight twist.

Wei Qingyang's room is much more luxurious and exquisite than Fu Hui's, except for the game console figures that Wei Qingyang places everywhere, even the mattress is many grades higher than the one in Fu Hui's room.

She walked to Wei Qingyang's bedside, grabbed the quilt on his body and pulled it down, and Wei Qingyang's flushed face was revealed in front of Fu Xuan's eyes.

"Brother?" Fu Mo put the back of his hand on his forehead, and tried it on his forehead again, why did he feel a little hot?

"Brother, you have a fever, let's go to the hospital," Fu Wei asked as he squatted down and leaned on his bedside. And Wei Qingyang glanced at him with a strong spirit, with a look of resistance.

"I'm a little thing, you go to school for exams, I'll just sleep."

He knows his body, he just forgot to close the window while playing a game last night, and blew a cold wind at the window all night, and he is not going to die.

"I think my chance to brush up on my goodwill," Fu said to 1973, and then began her journey of caring for patients.

Measuring body temperature, applying a cold cloth to his forehead, buying medicine and taking medicine, Fu Wei did it meticulously.

When she was busy with everything, she went to the kitchen again and began to cook porridge for Wei Qingyang, and after a morning, she didn't rest.

When Wei Qingyang woke up again, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and he tore open his quilt, only to find that there was a heavy object on the left, which was a little difficult to pull.

He didn't take a closer look at the serious illness and was still a little weak and irritable, but grabbed and pulled it hard with his hand, and the sound of his head colliding with the wooden board along the bed came from his left hand.

Then there was Fu Mo covering his forehead and the face that was confused, "Brother, you're awake." ”

She yawned again, tears in her eyes that could not tell whether they were dozing off or because of the pain in her forehead.

"Well," a head suddenly appeared next to Wei Qingyang's bed, although he already knew that it was Fu Xuan, Wei Qingyang still maintained the posture of pulling the quilt, motionless on the bed.

Before he could decide what gift to buy or how to apologize, a small cold hand took a step ahead of him and touched his forehead.

The owner of the hand seemed to be a little confused, and the hand moved and moved on his forehead, touching it several times before slowly withdrawing it. It took a few more seconds for a nasal voice to come

"It doesn't seem to burn."

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