Zhuo Jian helped him find stomach medicine, boiled hot water and brought it to him: "Are you okay?"
"Help me dig it out, I don't have the strength!"
He groaned in pain and asked her to help him pick out the medicine.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him subconsciously: "Stretch out your hand!"
Fu Yanye obediently stretched out his hand.
Zhuo Jian pinched out a pill and put it directly into his hand.
Fu Yanye smiled: "Which one of us has mysophobia?"
"Of course it's you!"
She said and took another water, but she put a tissue on the water glass.
What does it mean to not know you have a problem?
Some disgust is expressed unconsciously.
His mysophobia was once so severe that he would never touch anything that had been touched by others.
"Hel me up!"
Fu Yanye gave another order.
Zhuo Jian was half-crouching in front of him. After hearing what he said, he hesitated for a moment, but when he saw that his face looked bad, she had no choice but to help him.
She didn't know how to help him. She still remembered that when she was a child, she suddenly attacked and hugged him, and he ignored her for half a year.
Fu Yanye saw that there seemed to be no place to put her two delicate hands, so he took the initiative to grab them and put them on his body: "How can I get up if you don't push me?"
"oh!"
She agreed awkwardly, sitting behind him, holding his shoulders and pushing him up.
His body temperature entangled with hers through the thin fabric of her shirt, and her heart began to feel warm, as if it was just boiled water...
Fu Yanye leaned against her thin shoulder and took the medicine into his mouth.
Zhuo Jian immediately picked up the water glass and brought it to him.
"I don't think you're dirty!"
Fu Yanye looked at her and told her in a slightly hoarse voice.
Zhuo Jian chuckled guiltily, thinking that he probably didn't know whether you disliked me or not.
He did not take the water glass, but held her wrist and asked her to raise the water glass to his lips.
He drank the medicine, but Zhuo Jian felt that his wrists were numb.
"I carried you on my back when you were a kid, have you forgotten?"
"..."
Yes, but she stopped carrying him after she hugged him.
Zhuo Jian said nothing and wanted to leave after seeing him drink the medicine, but he leaned on her shoulder, so heavy that she could not move.
An ambiguous atmosphere suddenly appeared in the air. She pursed her lips silently and reminded him in a low voice: "Young Master Ye, it's time for me to go back to the hospital!"
"I send you!"
"No! You're not feeling well, take a good rest!"
Zhuo Jian refused softly with a straight face.
"But it's so late, and I don't trust you as a girl!"
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian accidentally left the divorce agreement on the table and couldn't help it anymore: "Why haven't you signed it yet?"
"You need a household registration book for divorce, do you have one?"
"..."
When something happened to her family, her father was afraid that she would be implicated, so after discussing with the Fu family, he moved her household registration to the Fu family's household registration book, so she didn't.
“It doesn’t matter whether you can take out your hukou or not.”
Fu Yanye pinched his eyebrows and said.
Zhuo Jian felt that if he kept leaning against her like that, her shoulders would be crushed within a few minutes.
"Are you going to take a shower first?"
Fu Yanye suddenly looked at the dress she was wearing, it was still from last night.
Zhuo Jian was stunned, his ears turned red.
"What are you thinking about? You've been wearing these clothes for twenty-four hours! Change after you take a shower."
Especially when he thought that Su Bai had hugged her, he left her even more hurriedly. He slumped aside and stared at her to remind her to hurry up.
"Oh well!"
She really should take a shower and change her clothes. She felt her legs were cold after wearing a skirt tonight.
September is considered early autumn, and there is a big temperature difference between morning and evening.
But where does she go to wash?
"Well, the bathroom downstairs should be usable, right?"
Zhuo Jian pinched the corner of her skirt and asked him cautiously.
"You can use the master bedroom!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian went upstairs and was still thinking, has his mysophobia been cured?
The same thing happened the night before yesterday. He actually took a bath in the bathroom she made dirty.
The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more confused she became. She took off her skirt, folded it and put it aside. Then she found that the door was still open. When she went to close it, she was stunned again.
Fu Yanye stood outside the door and said lightly: "It's even!"
"..."
She also saw him the night before yesterday, so this counts as even?
However, she didn't mean to look at it, and he was staring at her so straight just now, and it was obvious that he had been staring at her for a long time.
Zhuo Jian suddenly became angry and finally remembered to close the door.
Not long after, Fu Yanye said outside: "Someone called you, claiming to be your senior brother, and asked you to call him back after taking a shower."
"..."
Zhuo Jian stared at the door panel in disbelief, what did this mean?
Did he answer her call?
And told others she was taking a shower?
Zhuo Jian quickly cleaned herself up, but suddenly remembered that her suitcase was downstairs and all her clothes were in the suitcase.
hehe!
She looked down at her thin body and suddenly felt upset.
What kind of fuss is this?
"The clothes are placed by the bed for you. I'll go downstairs and wait for you!"
Fu Yanye's voice sounded again outside.
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief this time. When she heard the door outside being closed, she quietly popped her head out, made sure no one was in the room, and then went out.
But, why is it another dress?
There were only three dresses in Zhuo Jian's box. She had worn one, and there were two left. Didn't he see so many trousers and shirts?
But it's better than now.
She quickly put it on and went downstairs.
Fu Yanye was still sitting on the sofa, holding his head with one hand and pressing his stomach with the other.
Zhuo Jian's pace slowed down: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"Well! I probably need to go to the hospital for emergency treatment!"
Fu Yanye's painful voice poured out.
"Then let's leave quickly!"
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian immediately nodded and agreed. He could delay anything, but not illness.
He had suffered from stomach problems a few years ago. Thinking of his mother's narrow escape, she didn't want him to be in danger again.
Her suitcase was messed up by him and her clothes were scattered all over the floor. Zhuo Jian hurriedly went to clean it up.
"Um!"
He suddenly groaned again.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes worriedly: "Does it hurt?"
"Can you come back and clean it up tomorrow? It hurts!"
"Okay then!"
Nothing is as important as life.
The two hurriedly closed the door and walked out. His face turned pale along the way.
Zhuo Jian became more and more worried as he watched, and couldn't help but comfort him: "Please bear with me, we will be at the hospital soon."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the girl holding his arms. After feeling an unprecedented contact, he couldn't help but look through her v-neck.
Zhuo Jian didn't care about anything. When she got to his car, she suddenly screamed inwardly that it was bad and asked him sadly: "What should I do if I don't have a driver's license?"
"I'll drive!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt sorry for him and let him drive despite his stomach pain, but there was no other way.
Until his cell phone suddenly rang, the word "Ruxiang" made the originally harmonious space strange.
Zhuo Jian suddenly woke up, looked at the number and then looked at him.
Fu Yanye looked a little cold.
It's almost eleven o'clock at night. Is he worried about her?
Zhuo Jian said: "You answer it, I won't say anything!"
Fu Yanye glanced at her subconsciously, but she had already pressed the connect button for him.
She turned away and looked out the window, not to disturb him.