The next day, Wen Cha and Yu Xiaoran went to the hospital again, and the result can be imagined.

The pigeons were released by Dr. Fu.

The nurse told Dr. Fu that after he rested on Thursday, Yu Xiaoran called a loss.

"Do you really want to interview Mr. Liang?" That's an old man in his forties, how can he compare with Dr. Fu?

Wen Cha took the notebook and smiled: "Mr. Liang has a successful career and a slot, and it would be quite a selling point if he could do an interview."

"How many lovers did he have?" Yu Xiaoran secretly rolled her eyes, "Men really become bad as soon as they are rich." ”

Wen Cha didn't echo her words and said, "The lover is just a rumor, whether it's true or not remains to be confirmed."

"That's right," Yu Xiaoran shook his head, "There have been countless lace news about Liang Zixu over the years, but there is no evidence of catching rape in bed, even if he had a car accident with Yemo last time, he could make up a pretense to talk about cooperation, and his wife broke her teeth and swallowed it in her stomach, this man is too smart, and it is also a sin." ”

Who's to say it isn't?

Wen Cha thought of Ning Pearl's face full of resentment, and felt that it was predestined.

Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped.

She and Liang Zixu can attract each other, which shows that they are not good things.

After getting off work at noon, Wen Cha rejected Yu Xiaoran's proposal to eat together, carried his bag, and walked out of the office building with an elegant posture.

Fu Han's car was parked not far from the office building, Wen Cha walked over, knocked lightly on the car window, and smiled at him, "Have you been waiting for a long time?" ”

Fu Han stared at her, "Get in the car." ”

Wen Cha got into the car unhurriedly and said, "The lunch break is not long, remember to send me back in a while."

Fu Han watched her tie up the belt completely, and said coldly: "Long-winded."

Wen Cha supports her forehead, is she verbose? She was clearly reminding.

Coming out of the elevator, Fu Han led her straight to the door of his house, handed her slippers and let her change in.

This was the first time Wen Cha had been a guest in his room, and looking at the room full of chic but warm decorations, he felt that he had mistaken Dr. Fu.

Dr. Fu looks cold, does he really have such a warm aesthetic?

Unbelievable.

Fu Han seemed to see her belly, and glared at her angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Come and eat. ”

Wen Cha walked to the table, watched him set up the dishes and chopsticks in turn, swept away the previous depression, picked up the chopsticks and began to chop rice.

Fu Han stretched out his hand and served her a bowl of corn rib soup, and didn't correct the speed of her eating, picked up the chopsticks, and slowly began to pick up the vegetables.

Although the warm tea is eaten urgently, the action is still elegant.

Those postures and bearings seem to be carved into her bones, no matter when, they all have a calm and indifference that people can't ignore.

Fu Han's eyes flashed when he looked at her, and a slight strangeness crossed his heart, which was soon covered by the silence in his eyes.

After eating, the two sat on the sofa to digest their meals, and Fu Han filled a cup of boiled cold mung bean soup and put it in front of her, "Take it to the office." ”

At this time, it is the height of summer, the weather is very hot, mung bean soup accumulates water to warm the liver, clear heat and detoxify, the most effective way to relieve heat.

Wen Cha secretly sighed that he was careful, and his favorability towards him went up another level.

Warm men are popular everywhere, let alone this kind of person who is indifferent to the outside world and careful with the person he likes?

Wen Cha certainly hates central air conditioning, but Fu Han does not belong to this column, he is special.

Wen Cha smiled at him, "Thank you." ”

Fu Han didn't like her to say thanks, this kind of gratitude would pull the relationship between them to an unattainable position.

But he couldn't say anything like, "Don't thank me, it's willing."

This kind of talk is suitable for young people, but not for mature men.

He prefers to be practical rather than sweet.

The two of them ate for a while, and then each took a lunch break.

Not long after, Fu Han glanced at his watch, leaned over and sat beside her, pinching the tip of her nose, "Get up, I'll send you to the company." ”

Wen Cha waved his hand away, got up from the sofa with sleepy eyes, and asked, "Will you come to pick me up in the afternoon?"

"Hmm."

Fu Han picked her up from the sofa, "Go to the bathroom and wash your face first." ”

"Oh," Wen Cha carried her makeup bag into the bathroom, washed her face and put on some light makeup.

"Let's go." Fu Han took the bag in her hand and handed the water cup containing mung bean soup to his hand, "Before I come to pick you up in the afternoon, you'd better be obedient." ”

Wen Cha was still a little drowsy, and replied coyly, leaning his head on his arm.

Fu Han paused, stretched out his other free hand, and gently held her waist so that she would not slip and fall to the ground.

Wen Cha followed him out of the elevator in a daze, and the dazzling sunlight fell on her face in an instant.

Fu Han buried her head in his chest and half-carried her to the garage.

Wen Cha felt uncomfortable, hugged his waist with one hand, and asked as if he was confused and sober, "Doctor Fu, why are you so good to me?"

Fu Han's fingers on her waist stiffened, "Why do you say?" ”

His tone was very light, and he couldn't hear the joy or anger.

Wen Cha lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, and changed his words with a smile, "Then why do you like me?" ”

Why do you like it?

Fu Han stared at her expressionlessly, if he knew, would he be so blind?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Cha snorted coldly: "You must have taken a fancy to my beauty."

Fu Han: "......"

Wen Cha rubbed his chest, tilted his face, and said with a smile like a flower: "You just fell in love with my beauty, I am so beautiful, you must think I am good-looking, so you like me."

Her pretty pupils weren't in focus, but her tone was skinny, as if she knew what she was doing.

"Did you say yes or didn't?"

Wen Cha pinched his waist, and there was a hint of innocence on his delicate face that did not belong to his age.

This touch of innocence made Fu Han tremble.

And the strength of his waist made his eyes deeper and deeper, and there was a sense of mountain rain coming.

"Doctor Fu—" She seemed to sense the danger, her daze completely faded, and her eyes cooled, "What time is it now?" Let's go to the magazine, shall we? ”

It wasn't his usual cold voice that answered her, but a long, fierce kiss.

This kiss is different from the previous kiss that was too pure to be good.

It's so deep that you can't breathe.

Wen Cha was pressed against the car door by him, and he had no power to fight back, so he could only passively bear the eagerness and plunder he gave.

Wen Cha once thought that under his cold mask, what was hidden was a flame or a glacier.

Now she knows the answer.

It was the true fire of samadhi that would burn her to ashes, and once entangled, there was no room for escape.

The glass of mung bean soup slipped out of her hand, and she pushed his shoulders away so hard that she could barely stop him.

"Doctor Fu," she reminded him as she came to her senses, gasping lightly and not raising her head, "I'm going to be late, you know?" ”

The corners of her rouge lips twitched slightly, a color more striking than a lipstick.

Fu Han's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and took a bite on her mouth, before picking up the water cup on the ground and opening the car door.