Chapter 369 Mr. Fu is very good at taking care of people
Chang Xia and Yuan Man were about to sit down, but when they heard him ask, they stood up in fear. Then the two of them didn't dare to eat the small buns.
Zhuo Jian took a bite and then spoke: "It tastes pretty good, why are you back?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, then looked at the two elm-wood heads standing inside, and asked, "Why are you two still standing here?"
Yuan Man and Chang Xia: “…”
"Why don't you get out of here?"
Fu Yanye urged again.
The two of them realized this time, but they were hesitant between putting down the chopsticks or taking them away.
"Hold the thing on the table and leave right away."
Fu Yanye urged again.
Now the two of them knew how to leave, so they bent down to take the small bun and even took the lid away.
But I turned back halfway: "Madam, do you still eat?"
"roll."
Fu Yanye finally couldn't stand the ink traces of the two of them.
“No more eating.”
Zhuo Jian glanced at the box he was carrying and thought it should be breakfast.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia left after getting Zhuo Jian’s answer.
There were only the two of them left in the room. Fu Yanye said in a chaotic manner: "You can't stop being so approachable to them?"
"They bought me breakfast."
Zhuo Jian said.
I thought to myself that if someone takes care of me, would I still be as fierce as you?
Fu Yanye walked over and sat on the single sofa next to her, and then opened the box.
The upper layer is a surface, and Zhuo Jian felt warm.
But I think it's a bit dry.
Fu Yanye opened the lower layer again, and that layer was soup.
Zhuo Jian felt a heat coming out, and then he looked for her eyes, which was very hot, so hot that she couldn't see clearly.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him: "Did you go buy noodles early in the morning?"
"Did you forget it yourself, or do you think I forgot it?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and when he asked, he slowly poured the soup into the noodles.
Suddenly the bowl of noodles became better and had a lot of appetite.
Zhuo Jian watched quietly and stopped talking.
Until Fu Yanye got up and took the special chopsticks and spoons for them and distributed them to her. When she took them, she said reflex when she said, "Thank you."
"Hmph, you're welcome."
Fu Yanye responded disdainfully.
Zhuo Jian looked at him again, then silently stirred the noodles and soup.
"Is this what they did to Xingguang for now?"
Zhuo Jian asked.
"no."
Fu Yanye replied faintly.
"Will you go back to the old house?"
Zhuo Jian thought he had gone out so early and came back only at this spot. If it was to get her noodles, it might be an old house.
"Your man made it himself."
Fu Yanye didn't want to listen to her guessing again and again, and replied to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in a bit incredible, and he even learned to make noodles?
Do you know so much?
She lowered her head in shame and wanted to eat noodles, but thought that it was made by him, so she asked, "Do you want to eat it first?"
"What are you talking about? Eat quickly."
I can't stand her appearance that she always seems to be very concerned about him.
It seems that she only remembers that he has a cleanliness obsession in the world.
He remembered that he had been with her these days, and that the furniture here had been used by many people, and he couldn't help but go to see her.
Zhuo Jian chewed and ate slowly, and saw that he was so angry that he was gone. He asked her softly, "Does the wound hurt?"
"Not really matter."
She said, continue to eat slowly.
"How long have you studied?"
She asked.
"Does this thing still need to be learned? It will be done in half an hour."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
She couldn't deny that he was a genius.
But the actual situation is really as Boss Fu said?
Now I can't see the kitchen at home.
I was afraid that she would think he would leave after waiting for too long, but she didn't want to call her to tell her what he was doing. When she was anxious, she wouldn't do anything well.
Fu Yanye stared at her and ate for a while, then he felt that he had not been in vain for work this morning.
In fact, he even thought that she might not appreciate it at all.
And the happy birthday sentence in my throat was eager to try it several times but couldn't say it.
Zhuo Jian noodles only ate half and half of the soup. He took out the chopsticks and spoons and placed them flat on one side, and then pushed them to him: "Hey."
Fu Yanye glanced at her and asked her, "Are you full?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded in response.
Only then did Fu Yanye pick up his chopsticks and spoon and continue.
In fact, after so long, the noodles have been no longer delicious, but for some reason, I thought this morning was OK.
After taking a sip of the soup, he looked up at her and asked, "It's not bad?"
“Very good.”
Zhuo Jian also looked at him.
Fu Yanye smiled with a smile on his eyes and lowered his head to continue eating.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at the door. The doctor came to check the rounds.
Fu Yanye put down the unfinished noodles and helped her get up.
Zhuo Jian said softly: "I can do it myself."
"Don't be stubborn."
Fu Yanye let out a light voice, and forced her to sit down carefully by the bed, and then gently put her down.
The doctor couldn't help but say, "Mr. Fu is very good at taking care of people."
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly.
Fu Yanye didn't take it seriously. Of course, he was very good at taking care of people, but he was just alone.
However, he didn't like Zhuo Jian's medical uniform being lifted up by medical staff.
Especially this morning, there were seven or eight medical staff standing there, and men and women came to observe.
Zhuo Jian also felt embarrassed, but when she thought of the medical relationship, she lay there quietly and listened to them saying some professional terms.
When the doctor left, he said to the couple: "Mrs. Fu has recovered well and can be discharged from the hospital after continuing to recuperate for a few days."
Zhuo Jian felt so excited when he heard that he could be discharged from the hospital.
Fu Yanye nodded with a cold face, "I'll send you out."
doctor:"……"
Usually when you hear such words, your family will express your gratitude to the doctor.
After Fu Yanye sent the person out, he closed the door, but there were still only the two of them in the room.
Zhuo Jian felt that the two of them were in the same space, and they had been in the same space for several days, so they were a little bored.
She picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to Ouyang Ping, "Don't you really come and give me a gift?"
"Your husband will really kill me."
Ouyang Ping said.
"Are you so afraid of him?"
Zhuo Jian is puzzled.
"Sister is not afraid of him, but respecting him."
“Awe?”
"Yes, after all, maybe I have to count on him to invite us to take a luxury cruise in the future."
“…”
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt helpless and had no other friends except Ouyang Ping.
Fu Yanye leaned against the wall and watched her chat with Ouyang Ping. When he couldn't see clearly, he bent down and looked closer.
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses and slowly raised his head: "Are you peeking?"
"You see, I look like a peek?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian had nothing to say, because he was watching it openly, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fu, don't you have to go to work?"
"Persistent for another week, I will do something else if you are discharged from the hospital."
This time Fu Yanye made up his mind to accompany her to discharge from the hospital.