Looking at Gu Qiong's harmless face, Fu Heng really wanted to jump out of bed and strangle her to death.

What does it mean to be lucky that I am hospitalized?

Should I add the word "lucky" before "hospitalized"?

Gu Qiong, this little thing, sometimes seems quite smart, but sometimes he is a bit silly.

Rather…

Quite cute.

The two of them don't need to talk much.

Fu Heng was not feeling well yet and had no energy, so he fell asleep in a daze after a while.

Seeing this, Gu Qiong started working on her own.

After just seven or eight days in the hospital, Fu Heng was finally half recovered. Fortunately, there were no fractures on his body, but his head was quite serious and he needed to rest.

As soon as Fu Heng returned home, Qin Miaolan was worried about her son, so she came over to take a look.

As soon as Qin Miaolan walked into the room, she couldn't help but complain.

"I'm not talking about you, Fu Heng, you seem to have some serious illness. Tell me that you can't live in your nice villa, so you came here to live. Look at how small this room is. Can you turn around?"

Gu Qiong couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

In her eyes, this house is already very nice and warm.

However, after seeing the Fu family's old house, Gu Qiong did not dare to say that his current small family was bigger. If he could own a house like this in the future, Gu Qiong would have no regrets.

In the past few days, Gu Qiong’s handicraft shopping has been particularly good.

It was sold out as soon as it was put on the shelves. Gu Qiong didn't have much time. She was doing handicrafts all day long, and her eyes were red from exhaustion in the past two days.

Fu Heng listened to his mother's nagging, but his eyes always followed Gu Qiong.

Seeing Gu Qiong still playing with her little handiwork, she frowned in displeasure.

"Gu Qiong, can you get me a glass of water?"

"Hey, okay!" As he spoke, Gu Qiong stood up, put down the things in his hands, and hurried to the kitchen.

Qin Miaolan dressed in simple clothes and slapped Fu Heng on the chest.

"You kid, it's not like you can't leave. Why are you instructing Gu Qiong? You can't pour water yourself? Do you need anyone to feed you later?"

"Mom, look at Gu Qiong. In addition to taking care of me, she is doing handicrafts. Her eyes are red. If I don't call her to move, I'm afraid she will get sick from exhaustion."

Qin Miaolan also saw what Gu Qiong made and slowly piled up a sofa.

If this continues, good people will be exhausted. After all, doing handicrafts is more eye-catching, and this child doesn't know how to feel sorry for himself.

"Mom knows. I will persuade her later to take good care of yourself. I think Xiaoqiong is taking good care of you. I originally thought about calling a few people to take care of you here, but I'm afraid Xiaoqiong won't be used to it."

"I'm fine. I can walk now without any problems. I don't need anyone else to take care of me."

"Okay, I don't care about you, but Fu Heng, please remember, when you marry Gu Qiong, you want her to be your wife, not a servant. There are plenty of servants in the house. Don't always instruct Xiao Qiong to do this."

To do that, you should have a better attitude towards others every day, don't just keep a straight face when nothing happens, just like someone who owes you millions, do you understand?"

"knew."

After Qin Miaolan finished giving instructions to her son, she ran to the kitchen to give instructions to Gu Qiong.

"Xiao Qiong, let me tell you, although you are young now and suffer so much because of your good health, when you get old, all the diseases will come back. Look at it.

You, the things you make are all piled up on the sofa. I know you want to make money, but making money requires strategies and methods, do you know?"

Gu Qiong quickly nodded in agreement: "I know, mom, I was wrong."

"Your attitude in admitting your mistake is quite sincere. You are not at all like the other people in the house. You keep a straight face on me no matter what you say, just like my ancestors!"

After saying that, Qin Miaolan patted Gu Qiong on the shoulder and said softly: "Xiao Qiong, it's not my mother who told you, if a woman doesn't cherish her own body, who will? You expect men? There is no hope at all, so don't

Just thinking about making money.”

"Mom, don't worry."

"Okay, I'm leaving. I'm annoying both of you here. Hey, I'm getting older, so I just like to meddle in things. Okay, you can go inside and rest. He has a broken brain, and it's not like he's missing an arm.

The one with few legs.”

Listening to what she said, Qin Miaolan felt that something was wrong, but at the same time she felt that there was nothing wrong with her. She really had a bad brain.

Gu Qiong smiled lightly and sent Qin Miaolan out.

As soon as he came back to his senses, he found Fu Heng standing behind him, looking at him quietly.

Gu Qiong closed the door, turned around and said coquettishly: "Why didn't you just lie down on the bed? You went to the ground by yourself. The doctor said you have to rest and cannot move, so you should lie down quickly."

I thought Fu Heng didn't listen to Gu Qiong.

"I have been lying in bed for so many days, and I feel like my limbs are going to deteriorate. I got up and moved around, and I happened to help you pack your things. Didn't you say that you would send a courier tomorrow?"

"But can you help me with the work just after you are discharged from the hospital?"

"It's okay. It doesn't take much effort for me to move my hands."

After saying that, Fu Heng took the small bag and prepared to help Gu Qiong pack things.

But Gu Qiong had packed six or seven bags, and Fu Heng hadn't packed one yet.

Seeing Fu Heng's clumsy look, Gu Qiong couldn't help laughing.

"You, your hands are for making big money, and mine are for making small amounts of money. Forget it, help me write the express delivery order. You can definitely write well."

Gu Qiong took out her mobile phone to call up the order, and sent screenshots one by one to Fu Heng.

"Write the order in this order, then paste it on the corresponding bag, and then put it in the courier truck at the back. It will be delivered to my sister in a while."

"I remember, doesn't express delivery provide door-to-door pick-up service? Why don't you deliver it yourself?"

"Look, you don't understand this. There is a charge for door-to-door pick-up service. Besides, I deliver it to my sister's store, and my sister also makes money by sending express delivery. In this way, one of us saves money, and the other earns.

With the money, isn’t this killing two birds with one stone?”

"I didn't expect your little brain to be very useful." As he spoke, Fu Heng began to write to help Gu Qiong copy the list.

"My sister said that there is a courier machine that can issue a number directly. I will do some research and see which courier company gives me the lowest shipping fee, and I will apply for one."

"If you have a machine, you don't have to write by hand."

Gu Qiong was talking to herself, as if she was talking to herself and Fu Heng.

In short, the two of them work together, one does the packaging, and the other copies the order numbers, and they have a very good understanding.

After working for a long time, Gu Qiong finally packed all the orders, and saw that Fu Heng's order was almost copied.

He stood up and stretched his waist.

"Fu Heng, let's go downstairs to eat. I haven't seen Lele for a long time."

"Okay, let's go downstairs to eat."

Fu Heng knew that Gu Qiong was thinking about Aunt Cao's cooking for more than a day or two.

"Have you copied it?"

"Copied."

Gu Qiong put the courier in the oversized courier truck, packed it up, and raised a big smile.

"lets go!"

The two people came downstairs and knocked on the door for a long time, waiting for Aunt Cao to open the door.

Who knows, Aunt Cao is not at home.
Chapter completed!