The meaning of this statement is already very obvious.
Qiao Siyu deliberately abandoned Qiao Simu and didn't bring her back.
Song Haoyu said: "I don't know how this little cutie of yours lived in the Qiao family before?"
Fu Zhuochen frowned slightly, "This is not something you should worry about."
Song Haoyu said "tsk": "I just helped you bring your little cutie back. Is this what you did to me?"
Song Haoyu covered his heart, looking like he was heartbroken: "My heart hurts so much, it hurts so much. I paid for it wrongly."
Fu Zhuochen looked at Song Haoyu coldly: "I know a good expert in psychiatry, would you like to introduce him to you?"
Song Haoyu: "...No need!"
After saying that, Song Haoyu returned to his car and muttered: "People of the opposite sex are inhumane."
Feeling Fu Zhuochen's colder eyes, Song Haoyu shuddered, stepped on the accelerator, and left Fu's house quickly.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would probably get beaten up by Fu Zhuochen.
Just forget it.
After seeing Song Haoyu leave, Fu Zhuochen turned around and returned to the house.
What Song Haoyu just said echoed in his ears.
The Qiao family is very good.
Fu Zhuochen came to the dining room and saw Qiao Simu who looked expectantly at the delicious food in front of him, but didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, and asked, "Why don't you eat?"
Her eyes almost fell into the bowl, and her saliva was about to flow out, but this girl had no intention of moving her chopsticks.
When Qiao Simu saw Fu Zhuochen coming in, he raised his head and said to Fu Zhuochen with a smile: "Let's eat together, brother!"
"I'm not hungry."
"But there are a lot of them here, and they are delicious. It's nice to have some together, brother." As he said that, Qiao Simu put another set of bowls and chopsticks that he had prepared in front of Fu Zhuochen.
Under Qiao Simu's expectant eyes, Fu Zhuochen nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll eat with you."
"Yeah!" Qiao Simu's face suddenly burst into laughter, and he placed the food between the two of them.
Tonight, because Fu Zhuochen never saw Qiao Simu come back, he almost didn't eat dinner. He didn't feel hungry before, but now he realized that he was very hungry.
The portions prepared in the kitchen are large enough to feed two people.
After eating the hot food, Fu Zhuochen's stomach felt much better.
After Qiao Simu had eaten and drank enough, she began to feel sleepy and yawned, looking like she could fall asleep at any time.
Fu Zhuochen said: "You have just eaten, don't go to bed yet, get up and walk around, take a shower and then go to bed."
Qiao Simu looked at Fu Zhuochen helplessly: "But Mu Mu is sleepy."
It's past eleven o'clock now.
"Just a moment." Fu Zhuochen said.
"Okay." Qiao Simu smacked his lips and nodded in agreement.
It had started to get cold outside at night. Fu Zhuochen did not take Qiao Simu out for a walk, but took him to the greenhouse in the house.
The greenhouse is full of flowers, which are very beautiful.
Qiao Simu came here for the first time, and the sleepiness she felt just now was instantly dispelled: "It looks good! It smells so good!"
This is Qiao Simu's first time here.
Fu Zhuochen said: "My mother decorated this greenhouse, and the flowers she carefully selected are all planted in it. No one else comes here on weekdays."
Qiao Simu nodded as if he suddenly understood, and then immersed himself in the flowers again.
It was as if what he just said was just casually listened to.
The greenhouse was not small, with a floor space of nearly 200 square meters. There was also a swing-shaped white wicker chair inside. When Qiao Simu saw it, his eyes lit up and he immediately walked over and sat on it, swaying gently.
Fu Zhuochen looked at Qiao Simu's happy look, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth could not help but widen a bit.
The phone screen lit up and there was a caller ID. Fu Zhuochen went out to answer the call. When he came back, he saw that Qiao Simu had fallen asleep leaning on the wicker chair.
This girl...
Fu Zhuochen stepped forward and patted Qiao Simu gently: "Mu Mu."
But Qiao Simu was really sleepy, but after just a short while, she fell asleep. When she felt Fu Zhuochen calling her, she just snorted lightly, and then went back to sleep.
What a lazy pig, he sleeps when he's full.
Fu Zhuochen gently picked up Qiao Simu and carried her back to her room.
When the housekeeper saw it when he passed by, he couldn't help but call out in a low voice: "Young Master, you..."
The eldest young master's legs have only recovered not long ago. Although he can walk normally now, they are still a bit different from normal people. Now he still needs to recuperate after a period of time.
How can this hold up?
The housekeeper wanted to take Qiao Simu from Fu Zhuochen's hand, but did not dare to put too much force on Fu Zhuochen's legs.
But Fu Zhuochen turned sideways and said, "I'll just take Mumu back to her room."
Although Fu Zhuochen's voice was soft, his attitude was very firm. The housekeeper did not dare to say anything and could only follow him in case Fu Zhuochen's legs could not bear it.
Fu Zhuochen carried Qiao Simu all the way back to her room, took off her shoes for her, adjusted her into a comfortable position, tucked her in, and then left Qiao Simu's room.
The housekeeper asked Fu Zhuochen worriedly: "Master, your feet..."
"I'm fine. It's getting late. You should go back and rest first."
"Hey, okay." The housekeeper responded, looked at Fu Zhuochen's leaving figure, then looked at the closed door of Qiao Simu's room, and sighed softly.
After Fu Zhuochen returned to the room, he couldn't help but frown.
I really tried to be brave just now, but now my legs are a little aching.
After rubbing my legs according to the massage method taught by the doctor before, I finally felt a little better.
Picked up the phone and called Qiao Yanghong.
It was already past twelve o'clock, and Qiao Yanghong had already taken a break with Wei Shuxian. When he heard the phone ringing, he immediately frowned and became angry.
Without even looking at who was calling, he hung up the phone immediately.
Fu Zhuochen listened to the busy signal on the other end of the phone, and the coldness on his face became even more intense, and he made another call.
The cell phone rang again, and Wei Shuxian asked impatiently: "Who is it? You can't let anyone sleep at night?"
Qiao Yanghong answered the phone and immediately cursed: "You called me so late at night, are you sick?!"
Listening to Qiao Yanghong's scolding, Fu Zhuochen sneered: "I am Fu Zhuochen."
Qiao Yanghong: "??!!!!"
Wei Shuxian woke up immediately after hearing Fu Zhuochen's voice on the phone and quickly turned on the bedside lamp.
Qiao Yanghong's heart was beating very fast, and he carefully asked to please: "Chen, Mr. Chen?"
"it's me."
When Qiao Yanghong heard this, his heart almost stopped. Thinking about what he had just said angrily to Fu Zhuochen, he suddenly felt a chill running down his back, and asked in an increasingly humble tone:
"I wonder what's wrong with Mr. Chen calling so late?"