Chapter 22: Suspicion of Identity (1)
It was getting dark.
Fu Chengkai fell asleep for a whole afternoon, and when he opened his eyes, his hands were already missing in the room.
He hadn't eaten all day, his stomach ached, his limbs were weak, his throat was dry, and he was a little weak even walking.
When I walked out of the room, the living room turned out to be lit up.
Lying silently next to the sofa, it was also like prostration, occasionally scratching the earplugs, and lying down after scratching, especially unenergetic.
Fu Chengkai was about to grab it and ravage it, but found that there was still a person lying on the sofa, it was He Mo.
She was quiet when she fell asleep, and her posture was regular and slightly restrained, no different from when she was awake.
There is no air conditioning in the room, and the living room is facing the balcony, and the weather is so good today, there must be a lot of sunshine. Fu Chengkai took a closer look, and the clothes on He Mo's back were really wet, she was wearing her hair, and there was a little sweat oozing from her forehead.
It's really ...... to be able to fall asleep like this
Fu Chengkai turned on the air conditioner, went to close the balcony door again, and closed the curtains by the way.
He generally does not open the curtains whether he is at home or not, a habit he has developed as a public figure, and the paparazzi's various snooping on his private life has to keep him on first-level alert.
It is conceivable that this is someone who can't stand the heat.
As for the reason, he looked at the remote control that was placed on a high place, and he might be able to guess it.
When he turned around, Fu Chengkai was slightly startled.
He Mo didn't know when he had woken up, just as silently as she suddenly fell asleep on the sofa, and when she woke up, she sat there like a log, without speaking or making a sound, and looked at him intently in silence, but it seemed that he had done something wrong.
"Are you feeling better?" He Mo asked first.
Fu Chengkai thought for a while before he understood what she meant, "It's not good." "That's the truth.
"What do you need?"
"Water."
He Mo poured him a glass of water, it was hot.
But who can tell him why there is still tea in it?
"Has Aunt Xu been here?" Fu Chengkai didn't think that Sun Ting would rest assured that such a person with a bad brain would take care of him.
He Mo replied: "Well, she left beforehand." In the kitchen, there is a porridge of lean vegetables and lean pork that she cooked for you, and it should still be hot. She said that you are sick and need to eat lightly, so you must eat. If you can't finish it for the first time, you can also use it as a supper, but if you have a supper, it is best to heat it up before eating. ”
This is probably the longest sentence Fu Chengkai has ever heard of her.
"This is Aunt Xu's words?" I can hear that Fu Chengkai is in a good mood.
He Mo did not deny it, but acquiesced.
Fu Chengkai's eyes narrowed slightly, "And then?" ”
He Mo thought for a while and said, "After drinking the porridge, remember to take the medicine." ”
Fu Chengkai looked at her, and she also looked at him, "It's okay, I'll go back first." ”
"Stop." Fu Chengkai called her lightly, but he couldn't think of what to say, his eyes suddenly swept to the remote control, and he said: "The remote control of the air conditioner is in this position, and you can step on the stool if you can't reach it." Turn on the air conditioner the next time it's hot, I don't like the curtains open so wide. ”
He Mo glanced in the direction he was pointing, nodded and made a note, then said goodnight to Silence and went back to his room.
Fu Chengkai stood there and watched the door being closed, his heart was not good, it was probably the first time he had been ignored so completely. Then he smiled bitterly, and felt that he was a little hypocritical.
Silence originally sent He Mo to the door and was reluctant to move, but this will obediently prostrate at Fu Chengkai's feet, his tail kept flicking, licking his heels affectionately.
Fu Chengkai smiled and grabbed its head hair, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”
Some time ago, under the influence of silence, He Mo got up early, and also developed the habit of running every morning, going downstairs every day to run a few laps and sweating, sweating is more energetic.
This area is separated from each other, running around the path, about 800 meters per lap. There was a small swimming pool in the back, He Mo had only recently discovered it, and she tried to swim down, but she hadn't been in the water since she was praised by the security guard, even if the security guard only praised her for her good water.
He Mo was tired of running, so she rested on the stone bench on the side of the road to drink water, and then there was a dog barking far and near, she put down the mineral water, and sure enough, she saw silence behind her, and it was running towards her.
Silence seems to be so energetic every day, and the calves can't be idle for a moment. When he was near, he jumped silently and got into He Mo's arms, and all kinds of enthusiastic intimacy made He Mo a little overwhelmed.
"Silence, come down." Fu Chengkai also ran closer.
Silence licked He Mo's hand, glanced back at Fu Chengkai, and still jumped down reluctantly.
Fu Chengkai has moved here for so many days, and He Mo knows for the first time that he has the habit of getting up early and running in the morning.
Before, she thought that Silence would bite her quilt every morning to wake her up because it was naughty, but now it seems that the habit of silence should be from Fu Chengkai.
"Morning!" Fu Chengkai's proactive attitude was too unusual.
He Mo was a little difficult to adapt, but seeing his ruddy face, he thought that his illness should be almost better.
"Early." He Mo learned to smile at him, subconsciously swept his eyes around, and heard Fu Chengkai's voice again, "There are no paparazzi." ”
Fu Chengkai didn't stop, his voice faded away, vaguely mixed with silent shouts.
Later, He Mo learned that there were many new security guards around this community, and several security measures had been added. But everyone who came in, except for them, Sun Tingji, and Chen Bingyan, had to confirm their identities in detail, even the couriers.
After going back to take a shower, Topaz's phone called. He Mo didn't answer, and within a few seconds, the phone vibrated again.
This time it was a strange call, the numbers were a little familiar, and after a while she remembered that it was the phone number from the security office.
"Is it Miss He?" It was indeed the voice of the security guard at the door.
Ho Mo: "I am." ”
"There's a young lady out there who wants to see you. I wonder if you and she know each other? After a few seconds of pause, he heard the security guard say, "Her name is Topaz." ”
He Mo didn't speak.
"Miss He?"
"Acquaintance." He Mo replied lightly.
The security guard here couldn't hear the strangeness of her tone, and just let the person in when he confirmed his identity.
"Wait." He Mo interrupted the conversation over there, "Please give her the phone." ”
The security guard gave Topaz the phone, but Topaz seemed reluctant, because she knew that she wouldn't be able to get in the door after answering the call.
Sure enough, He Mo's usual flat tone came from the other end of the phone, "Old place, ten o'clock." ”
He Mo has always been punctual, not early, nor late.
When she went out, she met Fu Chengkai before entering the elevator.
He is dressed in a suit and leather shoes today, with a slender figure, a noble temperament, and a little more approachable and farther away.
"To work?" Fu Chengkai asked casually.
He Mo nodded and pressed the button on the first floor.
"Your job seems to be very different from Miss Chen's." Fu Chengkai said, in an ordinary tone.
At least He Mo didn't hear the temptation, "We are responsible for different directions. ”
"You and Editor-in-Chief Huang ......" Fu Chengkai paused suddenly, and looked at He Mo calmly, "I met her this morning, I thought she was coming to me, but it turned out to be not." ”
He Mo retracted his gaze, stared at the elevator door, and replied nonchalantly: "It has nothing to do with me." ”