However, after Fu Zhuochen said this, he continued his work without saying anything else.
While Qiao Simu was confused and worried, he could not help but feel temporarily relieved.
It's just that this heart can't completely relax.
Fu Zhuochen had already suspected something.
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After Fu Zhuochen woke up, he immediately devoted himself to his work. However, due to the inconvenience of his legs and feet, he still stayed at home to work for the time being.
Qiao Simu cannot live in the same room as Fu Zhuochen at night, which makes her less able to directly touch Fu Zhuochen's legs, making it difficult to comprehensively diagnose and treat his condition.
Fortunately, under her "cheating", she could stay in Fu Zhuochen's room as long as she didn't take the initiative to disturb Fu Zhuochen's daily work.
Therefore, next to Fu Zhuochen's desk, close to the window, there is a small nest, which is covered with a layer of white carpet, a rattan coffee table and a lazy sofa.
The casual style perfectly balances the cold and hard style of the house.
Qiao Simu could also take advantage of Fu Zhuochen's break at noon to carefully check his physical condition to ensure that his recovery was under her control.
Although Fu Zhuochen was capable, he had been in a coma for three years. Three years was enough for Fu to undergo considerable changes.
Even Jiang Gao, his most capable assistant, was transferred to a branch in a fourth-tier city. If it weren't for his outstanding ability and never made mistakes, Fu Zhuoheng would have fired him long ago.
Although the first thing Fu Zhuochen did after waking up was to transfer Jiang Gao back to him, after all, Jiang Gao had been away from the head office for two or three years, and it would take time to get familiar with the head office again.
It is inevitable that some things are not grasped clearly enough.
Especially when there are some people who deliberately obstruct it.
For example, when he was still in the company, the group of directors tried their best to prevent him from advancing his new plan.
He has been out of the company for the past three years, and Fu Zhuoheng has used them very smartly to help him stabilize his position.
Looking at what Fu Zhuoheng and these old antiques had produced, Fu Zhuochen felt that he was about to get mad. He was unable to control his temper and slammed the document on the table.
There was a sudden loud noise in the quiet study, which startled Qiao Simu, who was immersed in his own world.
Looking like a frightened little deer, he turned to look at Fu Zhuochen and said softly: "You look good, my brother is fierce, the table will hurt."
Listening to Qiao Simu's childlike words, the anger in Fu Zhuochen's heart dropped a little, and he rubbed his eyebrows helplessly: "This table has no feeling, how do you know if it hurts or not."
Qiao Simu curled her lips and said, "Why can't the table feel anything? Sometimes when Mu Mu accidentally hits the table, Mu Mu's hands will hurt, so won't the table also hurt?"
Fu Zhuochen looked at Qiao Simu and smiled softly: "You do know that force works on each other."
Qiao Simu tilted his head, trying hard to think about the meaning of what he just said.
After thinking for a long time, Qiao Simu couldn't figure it out, and finally looked like she gave up thinking:
"Anyway, good-looking brother, don't be mean to the table, otherwise the table will be mean to good-looking brother, so good-looking brother won't be able to work well."
Listening to Qiao Simu's nonsensical words, Fu Zhuochen shook his head helplessly.
What is he arguing with a person whose IQ is only a few years old?
Just as I was about to reorganize my thoughts and continue working on things, a sudden inspiration came to me.
The effects of forces are reciprocal.
This principle also applies to companies!
In order to stabilize his position, Fu Zhuoheng must win over those old guys, which will inevitably give them enough benefits.
However, Fu Zhuoheng is definitely not a person willing to be a marionette.
The more the old guys demand from him, the more dissatisfied Fu Zhuoheng will be.
With his character, he would naturally find ways to suppress the power of these old guys. In this way...
It doesn't take him to do anything, they can start fighting on their own.
Fu Zhuochen looked at Qiao Simu, who had lowered his head to draw again, with the corners of his lips slightly curved.
I didn't expect that a fool's unintentional words would actually make sense to him.
Fu Zhuochen was in a good mood and rarely took the initiative to ask Qiao Simu: "Mu Mu, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
Hearing this, Qiao Simu immediately put down the brush in his hand, his eyes sparkling: "Yes! Mu Mu wants to eat a small cake!"
"Okay, I'll have someone prepare it for you right now." Fu Zhuochen said with a faint smile.
When he was about to call someone, he realized that he had been sitting for a long time without realizing it, and his body was a little stiff. Then he saw Qiao Simu huddled there and maintained that posture from beginning to end, and said to her: "Let's go down and eat."
Qiao Simu nodded immediately: "Okay, okay."
Seeing Qiao Simu's bright smile, Fu Zhuochen couldn't help but smile slightly.
The two of them walked to the restaurant downstairs together, had some afternoon tea, and then went for a short walk in the garden.
Qiao Simu ran around in the garden, just like a child, and from time to time she would give out a silvery smile, which made people feel better watching and listening to her.
Fu Zhuochen was watching her quietly from the side, enjoying this beautiful afternoon.
This picturesque picture fell into the eyes of Fu Zhuoheng, who had just returned home to pick up something, and his eyebrows wrinkled.
These two of them are...
Doesn't Fu Zhuochen dislike this fool?
Why did he allow her to enter the study and accompany her to the garden?
Could this fool have been so excited that he told Fu Zhuochen everything he had done before?
Fu Zhuoheng's face turned dark when he thought of this possibility.
During dinner in the evening, Fu Zhuoheng deliberately asked at the dinner table: "Grandpa, eldest brother won't come down to eat again today?"
Mr. Fu glanced at him indifferently: "Your brother doesn't like trouble, and it's not convenient to get up and down. It's not like you don't know this."
Fu Zhuoheng looked surprised: "But when I came back today, I saw my eldest brother playing in the garden with that idiot from the Qiao family."
Hearing this, Mr. Fu put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked, "What did you say?"
Fu Zhuoheng didn't seem to notice the change in Mr. Fu's mood, and said to himself: "Yes, besides playing with that fool from the Qiao family in the garden, the two of them seemed to have eaten cakes in the restaurant."
Mr. Fu's face darkened while listening to Fu Zhuoheng's words.
Fu Zhuoheng continued: "But this is not surprising. Now that idiot from the Qiao family stays in the eldest brother's study during the day. It is common for the eldest brother to take her to eat and play."
The aura around Mr. Fu became darker and darker: "Common? You mean, this kind of thing has happened many times?"