"Mu Mu's hand hurts so much, please let go of Mu Mu!" As Qiao Simu's words fell, Qiao Simu stepped hard on Fu Zhuoheng's instep with one foot, and kicked Fu Zhuoheng's thigh with the other foot slightly bent.
go.
If it weren't for the fear of accidentally kicking someone out of trouble, Qiao Simu would really want to kick him directly in the lifeline, which would also save many young girls with great years from harm.
Fu Zhuoheng was in pain and had no choice but to let go of Qiao Simu.
This idiot is not very smart, but when he hits someone, it really hurts!
It even hurt so much that he broke into a cold sweat.
Fu Zhuoheng raised his hand and touched the sweat on his forehead, calmed it down, and then walked outside.
On the road, I met some servants who were cleaning. When they saw him, their eyes were a little strange, but due to his status, they immediately lowered their heads after taking one or two glances.
Fu Zhuoheng felt very baffled.
What's wrong with these people? Is it possible that the entire Fu family already knows about the fact that he was kicked by Qiao Simu just now?
This confusion lasted until he got in the car. The secretary had been waiting for him in the car, and when he saw him, he was ready to report the matter to him. However, when he saw his face, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Fu Zhuoheng became increasingly irritable: "If you have anything to say, just say it!"
The secretary took a square handkerchief to Fu Zhuoheng and said, "Young Master Heng, there is some ink on your forehead."
Fu Zhuoheng frowned, and when he took the handkerchief from his secretary, he saw that his hand had turned completely black.
He clearly remembers his hands...
Suddenly, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be something on the fool's wrist, and this patch of ink must have been stained at that time.
Qiao! Si! Mu!!
…
Qiao Simu quickly returned to his room, took out the cell phone in his pocket, and pressed the stop button of recording.
At the same time, he looked at his wrist, which was stained with ink. He had just been scratched by Fu Zhuoheng, but a lot of ink had been rubbed away.
I found a set of clothes and washed myself all over. After taking a shower, I sprayed a little homemade perfume on myself.
The smell of perfume is very light, so light that even if you smell it carefully, you may not be able to smell it, but it can effectively prevent some smells from the outside world from staining your body.
While spraying perfume on my body, I was curious.
They are both sons of the Fu family, so how come these two people are so far apart?
Moreover, there was another thing that bothered her even more. Fu Zhuoheng seemed to have something similar to a tattoo on his wrist.
Qiao Simu suddenly felt like his head was big.
Fu Zhuoheng also has the surname Fu and a tattoo on his wrist. The kind man back then must not be Fu Zhuoheng.
Otherwise, she would really want to die.
He took a few breaths in succession.
Green leaves, green leaves.
She had to find someone to find out what Fu Zhuochen's tattoo was in Qingye.
God bless, but it must not be Fu Zhuoheng!
If it is really Fu Zhuoheng...
Then she could only hold Fu Zhuoheng's head and let him hit the wall.
I suppressed the worries in my heart, picked up a pen and paper, and based on my memory, drew and photographed the tattoo from that year.
I threw this picture and a sentence into a group.
[Help me check for a tattoo in Qingye and see if Qingye has had such a tattoo before.]
【picture】
As soon as this news was thrown into the group, the group was quiet for a few seconds, and then the screen was filled with a bunch of exclamation marks.
【The boss is finally alive!】
[Boss, you are coming out of the deep mountains and wild forests. Have you found a signal? 】
[Shit! The boss must have just come out of that emotionless laboratory. Boss, let me tell you, such a cold laboratory is not suitable for a delicate rose like you]
[Do you have any objections to us, no, to the laboratory established by the boss himself? 】
【Dare not!】
【Dare not!】
Qiao Simu looked at the commotion in the group and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
During the time she was pretending to be a fool in the Fu family, she almost forgot what kind of person she was.
If it is confirmed that the kind person back then was really Fu Zhuochen, then she would heal his leg and leave.
If it were Fu Zhuoheng...
Then she would leave immediately, or at worst, give him a sum of money, just as repaying the favor of saving her life...
Watching the group continue to refresh the screen.
【Where is my boss!】
【A boss as old as me!】
【Oh! My boss won’t abandon us again like this?!】
[Dah, Dah, boss, how can you bear to leave us poor bastards behind?]
Qiao Simu looked at their childish display, and the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't help but get bigger.
With such a childish swipe at the screen, who would believe that these are a group of industry tycoons who hold high esteem in all walks of life?
Qiao Simu sent a "shut up" emoticon, and then added another sentence in a "shocking" tone:
[Hurry up and do some work for me! If you keep scrolling, get out!]
[What a cold and heartless boss, I want to scream.]
Qiao Simu angrily sent another death smile emoticon.
[Guaranteed to complete the task!]
[Guaranteed to complete the task!]
After giving instructions, Qiao Simu exited the software and did not look at her phone again.
She was afraid that if she continued to watch, she would not want to stay here for a second, and would immediately want to return to the environment she was familiar with and do what she liked to do.
Instead of being wronged here...
It’s so frustrating.
Qiao Simu shouted silently towards the window.
Then he closed his eyes and showed a self-deprecating smile.
After adjusting her mentality, Qiao Simu contacted the laboratory, communicated with them about the condition of Fu Zhuochen's legs, Fu Zhuochen's reaction after taking the first medicine, and mentioned some of his ideas.
After the exchange, Qiao Simu exhaled a long breath, regardless of the image, lying on the bed with the word "big", closed his eyes, forced himself not to think about these things, and fell asleep like this.
After venting a little, Qiao Simu went to see Fu Zhuochen every day as before, staying quietly by his side, enjoying this comfort, but it also stung Shen Mingyue's eyes every time he came to deliver medicine.
Fu Zhuochen drank Shen Mingyue's medicine for two days, but found that the effect was not as effective as the first time he drank it. After drinking the medicine again, Fu Zhuochen asked: "Why do I feel that the medicine you sent these two days seems to be
It doesn’t work as well as when it was first delivered?”
Shen Mingyue's heart skipped a beat: "This... this is obviously the same prescription. Master told me that as long as I keep taking it, the situation will get better every time, unless..."
Shen Mingyue paused in her words and her eyes fell on Qiao Simu.