Fu Shiyu's deep eyes were bent, as if he was smiling at Tang Xien, but no matter how Tang Xien looked at it, he felt that this was a smiling meat.

"Irrelevant?" Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes and glanced at her right leg wrapped in plaster, and the smile on his lips deepened, "Didn't you let Lu Hang convey to me, I need to be responsible for your leg, don't you accept anyone's care except me?" ”

Tang Xien still had the idea of persuading Fu Shiyu to agree to let Le Man come over, but now seeing that he didn't eat oil and salt, he didn't bother to fight for anything, so he compromised and said: "Okay, before Aunt Wang comes back, I'll work hard and support myself." ”

She was bent on getting the design drawings from Fu Shiyu, so it was not suitable to tear her face with him at the moment, no matter how inhumane his request was, she had to bear it, compared to the design drawings, these were nothing.

Thinking of this, Tang Xien raised a sweet smile at Fu Shiyu, took the initiative to get up and clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and as soon as his hand touched the soup bowl opposite, he suddenly ran into Fu Shiyu, who also wanted to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Fu Shiyu's hands were slender and distinct, white and clean like a surgeon's hand, and the feeling of touching her skin was warm, as if a fire was burning, surrounding her five fingers.

Tang Xien sighed in his heart, hurriedly retracted his hand, subconsciously lowered it to his side, and twisted his thumb and index finger slightly uncomfortably. The piece of skin that was touched by his hand seemed to have a heart, and it was beating non-stop.

"You cook, I'll wash the dishes." Tang Xien came back to his senses, folded himself and Fu Shiyu's tableware together, and brought them into the kitchen.

Fu Shiyu didn't excuse himself, responded lightly, "Okay", and got up to go to the living room.

Tang Xien put all the dishes in the dishwasher, and then took a few kitchen wipes out to wipe the table. In fact, there was nothing dirty at the table, and when Fu Shiyu was eating, he didn't even have a superfluous word, let alone drop the residue on the table.

What a well-bred man.

When Tang Xien came out of the kitchen, Fu Shiyu was watching the news at seven o'clock in the living room. The two of them are not familiar enough to watch the news and talk about current affairs together, so Tang Xien silently set up a cane and planned to go back to the room.

When he passed by Fu Shiyu's side, he suddenly asked, "Do you want to wash your hair and take a shower tonight?" ”

Tang Xien was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied: "Wash, how can you sleep without taking a bath?" ”

Fu Shiyu stood up, "I'll go in and get my coat, you can prepare, it's still the same place last night." ”

"Okay."

When he came out again, Fu Shiyu's goose yellow shirt was gone, and a black cashmere V-neck sweater was worn over a white T-shirt, which made him young and bright.

He changed his shoes, stood indifferently at the entrance and waited for Tang Xien, with his hands in his pockets, leisurely, not impatient.

Tang Xien suddenly wanted to rate him.

If it is said that the appearance, temperament, and conversation are combined to score a full score of ten points, Tang Xien can give Fu Shiyu a score of 9.5.

A nine-point man is already the best, let alone a nine-point and five-point man. Fu Shiyu was deducted 0.5 points, just because he sometimes spoke too directly, which made people lose face.

But in any case, after rounding, it is about ten ten.

When I went to the hair salon downstairs, it was still the little girl who welcomed her yesterday, and the other party greeted her and asked enthusiastically: "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, do you wash your hair or do your hair today?" ”