The memo that I can see every day, Fu Wan blush and heartbeat after reading it today.
He found out that after getting along for so many years, he might still know little about Qi Ye, especially Qi Ye as his husband.
It coincided with Qi Ye's work break, so he sent a message to inquire about his situation.
[Qi Ye]: Wanwan, does it still hurt? Did you apply the medicine properly?
[Fu Erdai]: Climb.
[Qi Ye]: What? Cute bear panic.jpg
[Fu Erdai]: Qi Ye, you fucker, climb up for me.
[Qi Ye]: You can't swear.
[Fu Erdai]: Then what did you whisper in my ear when you slept with me last night? love story?
In the director's office of Xinyu Group, Assistant Jian was delivering documents. As soon as he opened the office door, he heard Qi Ye laugh happily.
"I think you liked it at the time." Qi Ye was playing with the phone with his right hand, pressing the voice button with his thumb, as if he was talking to someone, "That brother is wrong, don't be angry."
"This week's cooperation project book." Assistant Jian put the document on the corner of the table.
Qi Ye nodded, with a smile on his lips.
Assistant Jane pointed to him behind her ear and asked, "Do you need a Band-Aid?"
Qi Ye paused when he was playing with the mobile phone. After touching his ear with his fingertips, he touched a small scratch. The smile on the corner of his mouth faded, and his voice was gentle: "No, thank you. Laurel's plan will speed up the progress."
Assistant Jane left in surprise.
Fu Wan didn't lie down for long, he received a call from his father's assistant, saying that his father accidentally stepped on the empty stairs and broke his ankle.
Fu Wan: "..."
"Will he be able to break his bones when he goes down the stairs?" Fu Wan sat up from the bed with difficulty, and put on some clothes, "Understood, let me take a look."
The driver of the Fu family was waiting for him outside the courtyard of the Fenglin mansion. When he went downstairs, his legs were a little weak, but he managed to keep his expression as usual.
Fu Jinzhao went to a dinner party, drank some wine, stepped on the empty stairs, and is undergoing a full set of checkups at the orthopedic department of the hospital.
When Fu Wan passed by, he only saw Yiyi Fu's assistant and a wheelchair.
"Hello." Fu Wan greeted the assistant, "Is my dad okay?"
"Hello, young master. Mr. Fu has a fractured bone. He may need to rest for a while. The doctor suggests that he take a physical examination." The assistant said.
"Will it delay work?" Fu Wan asked.
"At the end of September, our company's new wearable electronic products will be released. It is said that Mr. Fu will hold a publicity meeting in person to introduce the products." The assistant frowned.
"It should be fine by then, right?" Fu Wan calculated the date.
The assistant stared wide-eyed at the legendary young master of the Fu family. Sure enough, no one in the rich family had a heart. At this time, he still wanted to let Mr. Fu go out.
This young master looked calm and well-behaved, but he didn't expect that he was also a ruthless person?
Fu Wan couldn't stand today, his father's spare wheelchair was put aside, he squinted at it, and requisitioned it first.
"There are a few externally applied Chinese medicines that are very effective for recuperation of bone fractures. I will send you the names later." Fu Wan's slender white fingers rested on the black armrest of the chair, and she buckled her index finger, "Excuse me, Make him drink less."
The corridors of the private hospital are quiet and empty.
When the big star Fu Hengyao walked over wearing sunglasses, he was full of aura.
"What are you doing here?" Fu Wan curled her fingers, resting her right hand on her cheek, "Is there any business for you?"
Fu Hengyao took off his sunglasses, his light-colored eyes were cold: "It's an important opportunity to perform, and the family property will be divided up."
Fu Wan propped his head wearily, and rolled his eyelids: "I'll die of filial piety."
"You trash, Fu Wan, what's wrong with you?" Fu Hengyao suddenly knelt down and looked at him.
"Ah? I'm fine." Fu Wan waited for a long time but didn't see his father come out, "Push me down for a walk, I want to drink a soda."
Fu Hengyao said coldly: "What are you thinking, I don't want to be on the trending searches with you."
Fu Wan sat comfortably on the wheelchair, and Fu Hengyao pushed him downstairs.
Qi Ye arrived at the off-duty point and failed to contact Fu Wan. He turned on the home surveillance and saw that Fu Wan limped down the stairs two hours ago and got into a car with the license plate number of Fu's family.
After thinking about it, he sent a message to ask Fu Hengyao what happened.
Fu Hengyao answered two words indifferently, his bones cracked.
The corners of Qi Ye's eyes twitched, his heart seemed to be tightened, and he was full of worries.
With his index finger, he took the car keys from the drawer and walked quickly downstairs.
There is a small garden near the private hospital, with a few tables and chairs, and an outdoor awning.
Fu Wan sat lazily in the wheelchair and opened a can of soda.
"Ayao, your birthday is next week, is there anything you want?"
"family property."
"roll."
Qi Ye parked the car, and at a glance he saw a boy sitting in a wheelchair beside the sunflower garden, Fu Wan was holding a light blue soda can, and the fine ice mist stuck to his white knuckles. Qi Ye had just approached, I heard the unnutritious conversation between these two people.
Fu Wan raised her head and took a sip of soda, the air smelled of lemon.
"What happened?" Qi Ye frowned.
"I fell." Fu Wan and Fu Hengyao said in unison.
"Where did it fall?"
"Knees." The two said.
"Why didn't you call me immediately when you fell?" Qi Ye's voice sounded a little displeased.
"Huh?" Fu Wan felt that he was making a fuss, "I can handle this small matter by myself, so I don't need to bother you."
"Let's go, go home first." Qi Ye pushed the wheelchair and headed towards the parking lot.
Fu Hengyao sat under the parasol, curled his fingers, and flicked on the soda can, making a crisp sound.
Afterwards, he took off his sunglasses and looked in the direction the two left, feeling as if he had forgotten something.
Playing his brother's duties, Qi Ye forcibly carried Fu Wan into the car, folded the wheelchair and stuffed it into the trunk, and drove to the gate of Fenglin mansion.
Fu Wan slipped out of the car door, and slowly but steadily swiped the iris lock to open the door.
Qi Ye: "?"
"Aren't you fractured?" Qi Ye asked, "Painless fracture?"
Fu Wan turned around in confusion: "Who told you that I had a broken bone? It was my father who fell, and he didn't try to replace my father's bone, right?"
Qi Ye: "?"
Fu Wan glanced over the lonely wheelchair in the yard, and thought it was over, why is his father's cool mount here with him.
In the orthopedic clinic of a private hospital, Fu Jinzhao, who had undergone a complete set of examinations, walked out with the help of his assistant. He couldn't find the wheelchair, and his head was full of question marks.
Fu Wanjing was by the door, recalling just now, when Qi Ye went looking for him, the anxiety that could not be concealed in his eyes, and the worry and caution in his words.
He chuckled mercilessly: "Hahahaha brother, you don't think you made my bones crack hahahaha."
Qi Ye stood silently, his ears were slightly red.
"Just a few times of yours, it won't happen." Fu Wan laughed from the living room to the bedroom.
He gradually realized that he was a very selfish person, the more Qi Ye worried about him because of these small things, the more proud he felt.
The feeling of being loved as a younger brother and being held on top of my heart are completely different.
Hearing the whistle upstairs, Qi Ye gritted his teeth slightly annoyed, thinking about the next memo.
Fu Wan's power loss lasted for half a week. After that, he started fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.
One advantage of running a studio by yourself is that you can be late and skip work at will. As for the partner Xinyu Games, Qi Ye will naturally not embarrass him as an "employee".
"Is your father still in the hospital?" An Xia distributed the ice cream sent by her new boyfriend to the people in the studio. When Fu Wan passed by, the man was leaning on the recliner and looking at the sky, and An Xia placed it on his forehead. superior.
"It's living here." Fu Wan said a little depressed.
After losing his mount that day, Fu Jinzhao went through the hospitalization procedures as a matter of course, and settled down in the orthopedics department.
"Then what about your new product launch event?" An Xia asked, "I still plan to buy it."
"Let me go, whatever." Fu Wan held the small box of ice cream and pasted it on the hot hickey marks on her collarbone, "Don't buy it, I'll go to the warehouse and order one for you. The first batch is Hunger marketing, you can't grab it."
An Xia: "..." How the hell can I say that? So capable.
"What are you looking at?" An Xia asked.
"A Yao's birthday is next week, and I want to buy him a pair of shoes." Fu Wan quickly scrolled through the shopping page.
"Ah...yao, Fu Hengyao? He doesn't look like he likes shoes." An Xia said.
"It's okay, if he doesn't like it, I can keep it for myself." Fu Wan tapped the phone screen with her fingertips and placed an order.
Qi Ye was negotiating business with Director Shen of the Laurel Group, and a text message from a bank card was overwritten on the document projected by the mobile phone.
Fu Wan brushed off his 2.7 million.
His expression didn't change, but the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, he opened the text message with his thumb, and said sorry.
Director Shen was curious: "Your network cable is good?"
"My family paid late." Qi Ye corrected.
This good mood lasted until Qi Ye went to the game branch to pick up Fu Wan from get off work. Fu Wan was away, and An Xia was arranging the audition for the new character of the mobile game.
"Where's Wan Wan?" Qi Ye knocked on the door.
"Huh? It was still there just now, and just now it was said that it would buy shoes for Fu Hengyao as a birthday present." An Xia looked around.
Qi Ye pursed his mouth into a straight line.
"Brother!" Fu Wan rushed over from behind and hugged Qi Ye's neck, "Go home."
I don't know what greeting Qi Ye gave to his aunt at home in advance. In the evening, Fu Wan downloaded the broadcast and found a cream cake in the large refrigerator opposite the kitchen door.
Pure white cream base, exquisite chocolate decoration, surrounded by tender strawberries.
"Did you order it?" Fu Wan picked a strawberry and stuffed it into her mouth, "Why did you suddenly think of ordering a cake?"
"Marriage... 157 days, anniversary." Qi Ye said.
Fu Wan: "Why do you suddenly remember to commemorate it?" Is 157 a memorable number?
"Can't you?" Qi Ye also picked a piece of strawberry to feed him.
"Whatever you want, you have the final say." Fu Wan was easy to dismiss, "If you want to commemorate, you can commemorate, and I can eat what I have."
"I want to eat every night." Qi Ye said.
"You eat." Fu Wan said unpreparedly, "One and half of us."
In the next second, Qi Ye slowly stripped him out of the white plaid pajamas, put the cream on his thumb on his collarbone, lowered his head and sucked a kiss: "I'm eating, late night."
Fu Wan was soaked in cream, and even her breath smelled sweet and greasy.
Both the beautiful cream cake and him were ruined by Qi Ye, and the crumpled pajamas were lying by the sink.
Qi Ye bit him like a small cake, and he got bite marks on his wrists and waist after coming down all night. He lay on the bed, not surprisingly, he found that his mature memo had updated the cake cream play by himself.
"An international call came in just now." After taking a shower, Qi Ye opened the door and came in, wiped his hair, and untied the tie of his bathrobe, "Did you buy a bed?"
"Well, 2.7 million, your card." Fu Wan lay on her side, half of her face was covered by the quilt, her long black eyelashes drooped, and her voice was lazy, "The bed is hard and uncomfortable."
Qi Ye paused when he gently pulled his hair: "You spent 2.7 million to buy a bed?"
"Otherwise?" Fu Wan asked, "What else can I buy? Buy you?"
The author has something to say:
Qi Ye: Do you think the bed is too hard? Then look elsewhere next time. √