"Where do you wash it?" Tang Xien looked at Fu Shiyu with an ignorant smile.

"Knowingly?" Fu Shiyu's lips were full of forbearance, and the hand holding Tang Xien's arm pulled it a little harder, and the physical distance between the two, which was not far away, became closer.

No. 8, who was waiting on the side, came out to play a round with excellent eyesight: "Why don't you change Miss Tang to a more experienced female beauty therapist?" ”

The blind can see that Mr. Fu, who has always come alone, brought a beautiful girl in home clothes over today, either in a relationship or not in lovers. And the girl just asked David to serve herself, and it was a little love between her and Mr. Fu.

No. 8 repeated the question just now, and before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Fu Shi Yuyang's hand.

"No need, just check out!"

……

After Fu Shiyu signed at the front desk, he quickly pulled Tang Xien into the elevator.

In the more than one minute from the fifth floor to the forty-eighth floor, Tang Xien cooperated throughout the whole process.

At this time, she clasped her arms with her hands, leaned against the elevator wall, and looked Fu Shiyu up and down with sharp eyes.

The other party put his hands in his pockets, and his eyes looked indifferently at the number of floor changes.

Looks noble and ascetic.

Tang Xien stared at him for a moment and said with a smile: "Why don't you let me take a bath over there?" ”

"It costs money."

Hearing this, the smile on Tang Xien's face suddenly turned into mockery.

She stood up slowly, looked at his serious appearance from the shiny reflective wall of the elevator, and asked, "Are you still a few hundred yuan short of designer Fu?" ”

The moment their eyes met in the elevator wall, Fu Shiyu suddenly curled the corners of his lips and turned his face sideways, lowered his eyes to look at her, and chuckled: "It's almost money, whether you are willing to spend money or not, two different things." ”

Tang Xien sneered: "The big money is spent, care about this little money?" ”

"What's the little money? Whose money is not hard-earned money? ”

“……”

With a "ding" sound, the elevator stopped at the door of Fu Shiyu's house.

He walked out first, and Tang Xien put up his crutches again and followed him in.

There was no one to assist, and the movement was slower, so that she was already about to get out of the elevator, and the elevator door was about to close again, but fortunately she was quick and quickly raised her crutches sideways to prevent the elevator door from closing.

Thinking that because Fu Shiyu was not only unwilling to spend more money on nurses, but also did not let Le Man come over to help, her daily life would become embarrassing, Tang Xien was not happy.

Therefore, as soon as she entered the door, looking at Fu Shiyu, who was already about to enter the study to work overtime, she deliberately raised her voice: "I want to take a bath, you have to help." ”

Fu Shiyu's footsteps stopped, his body paused slightly, and after a while, he turned his head to look at her, "How can I help?" ”

"Prepare things for me first, and then assist me."

Seeing that he didn't object, Tang Xien listed the things he needed one by one.

Soon, Fu Shiyu found two stools, one tall and one low, as well as two large fresh-keeping bags.

"Put a low stool in the shower room, and a high stool outside the shower room." Tang Xien stood at the door of the bathroom and commanded.

Fu Shiyu did so, after putting the chair away, he looked at the fresh-keeping bag in his hand, and then looked at Tang Xien's plaster legs, and asked, "This bag is to be put on your feet?" ”

"Do you need to ask?" Tang Xien glanced at him, stretched out his crutches and gestured to the place outside the shower room, "You stand there and wait for me." ”

"Standing this way?" Fu Shiyu pointed to the area where he could see everything in the shower room and confirmed it again.

Tang Xien nodded, "I have to sit on that low stool before I can put on the plastic bag." ”

Fu Shiyu smiled and shrugged, and then came out of the shower room.

The guest guard was not big, and he stood aside with a sense of oppression, and suddenly the already small space became even more cramped.

Tang Xien pursed his lips and carefully walked into the bathroom with a cane.

If it weren't for forcing Fu Shiyu to agree to find someone to help, why would she spend so much time grinding with this person?