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 his question, they stood up in fright. Then they held the steamed dumplings between their legs and did not dare to eat.
Zhuo Jian took a bite and finished the meal before speaking: "It tastes pretty good, why are you back again?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, then at the two elm-headed men standing inside, and asked, "Why are you two still standing here?"
Yuan Man and Chang Xia: "..."
"Why don't you get out quickly?"
Fu Yanye urged again.
Only then did the two of them realize it, but they were hesitant for a moment between putting the chopsticks down or taking them away.
"Take that thing on the table and leave now."
Fu Yanye urged again.
Now the two of them knew how to leave. They bent down to take the steamed buns and even the lids.
But halfway through, he turned around and asked, "Ma'am, do you still want to eat?"
"roll."
Fu Yanye finally couldn't stand the ink stains of the two of them.
"I won't eat anymore."
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 two of them left in the room, and Fu Yanye said angrily: "Can't you stop being so approachable like them?"
"They bought me breakfast."
Zhuo Jian said.
I thought, if people take care of me, should I be as cruel as you?
Fu Yanye walked over and sat on the sofa next to her, then opened the box.
The top layer was noodles, and Zhuo Jian felt warm.
But it feels a bit dry.
Fu Yanye opened the lower layer again, which was soup.
Zhuo Jian felt a burst of heat coming out, and then looked at her eyes. It was so hot that she couldn't see clearly.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him: "Are you going to buy noodles early in the morning?"
"Did you forget it yourself, or did you think I forgot it?"
Fu Yanye glanced at her and while asking questions, he slowly poured the soup into the layer of noodles.
Immediately the bowl of noodles looked delicious and was very appetizing.
Zhuo Jian watched quietly and said nothing.
It wasn't until Fu Yanye got up and brought the special chopsticks and spoons for the two of them and gave them to her. When she took them, she reflexively 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 made fresh by going to Starlight?"
Zhuo Jian asked.
"no."
Fu Yanye replied calmly.
"So you're going back to your old home?"
Zhuo Jian thought that he would go out so early and come back at this hour. If it was to get some noodles for her, it might be the old house.
"Your man did it himself."
Fu Yanye didn't want to listen to her guessing anymore and replied to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief. He even learned how to make noodles?
Do you want to know so much?
She lowered her head a little ashamed and wanted to eat the noodles, but thinking that he had made them himself, she asked, "Do you want to eat first?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and eat."
I can't stand the way she always seems to care about him.
It seemed like she was the only one in the world who remembered that he had mysophobia.
He thought of spending time with her here these days. He didn't know how many people had used the furniture here, and he couldn't help but look at her.
Zhuo Jian chewed his food carefully, and when he saw that he was no longer angry, he asked her softly, "Does the wound hurt?"
"It doesn't matter."
She said and continued to eat slowly.
"How long have you been studying?"
she asked.
"Do you still need to learn this thing? You can do it in half an hour."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She couldn't deny that he was a genius.
But is the actual situation really as Boss Fu said?
I can't even look at my kitchen now.
He was afraid that if she waited too long, she would think he had left, and he didn't want to call her to tell her what he was going to do. If he was in a hurry, he wouldn't be able to do anything well.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a while and then realized that his work this morning was not in vain.
In fact, he even thought that she might not appreciate it at all.
And the words "Happy Birthday" stuck in my throat, I tried several times but couldn't say it out.
He only ate half of the Zhuo Jian noodles and drank half of the soup. He took out the chopsticks and spoon and placed them flat on one side, then pushed them to him: "Na."
Fu Yanye glanced at her and asked her, "Are you full?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded in response.
Fu Yanye then picked up his chopsticks and spoon and continued.
In fact, it stands to reason that after such a long time, the noodles have already become unpalatable, but for some reason, this meal this morning felt okay.
After taking a sip of the soup, he looked up at her and asked, "Is it good?"
"Very good."
Zhuo Jian also looked at him.
Fu Yanye smiled at the corner of his eyes, lowered his head and continued eating.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at the door. The doctor was coming to check the room.
Fu Yanye put down the unfinished noodles and went to help her get up.
Zhuo Jian said softly: "I can do it myself."
"Don't be brave."
Fu Yanye said softly, helped her carefully and carried her to the bed, sat down, and then gently put her down.
The doctor looked on and 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 good at taking care of others, but he was just one person.
But he didn't like Zhuo Jian's hospital gown being opened by the medical staff.
Especially this morning, there were seven or eight medical staff standing inside, with men and women coming to observe.
Zhuo Jian also felt embarrassed, but thinking about the relationship between doctors and nurses, she lay there quietly and listened to them talking about some professional terms.
When the doctor left, he said to the couple: "Mrs. Fu is recovering well. She will be discharged from the hospital in a few days after continued recuperation."
Zhuo Jian felt so good when she heard that she could be discharged from the hospital.
Fu Yanye nodded coldly, "I'll take you out."
doctor:"……"
Usually after hearing this, family members will express their gratitude to the doctor.
After Fu Yanye sent the person out, he closed the door again, but they were still the only ones in the room.
Zhuo Jian felt that it was a bit boring for the two of them to be in the same space for several days.
She picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to Ouyang Ping, "Are you really not here to give me a gift?"
"Your husband will really kill me."
Ouyang Ping said.
"Are you that afraid of him?"
Zhuo Jian was puzzled.
"Sister, it's not that you're afraid of him, but that you're in awe of him."
"Awe?"
"Yes, after all, we might have to count on him to treat us to a luxury cruise in the future."
"..."
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt helpless. She had no other friends except Ouyang Ping.
Fu Yanye was leaning against the wall, holding a glass of water and watching her chatting with Ouyang Ping. When he couldn't see clearly, he bent down and looked closer.
Zhuo Jian came back to her senses and slowly raised her head: "Are you peeking?"
"Do you think I'm peeping?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian had nothing to say, because he was watching openly, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fu, don't you have to go to work?"
"Hold on for one more week, and I'll do something else after you're discharged from the hospital."
Fu Yanye made up his mind to accompany her until she was discharged from the hospital. This chapter has been completed!