◇ Chapter 46 Master ~ Master ~ Master ~

After a long time of checking and calculating, it was a bit too much to start cheating when moving things. Lu Fangchi frowned and looked at Zhou Zheng. He turned his head and ran to the door. His calf hit the shoe-changing stool with a "click". He retracted his legs and stretched out his hand to press it, but it immediately jumped open. He clenched his hands, put on his shoes, opened the door and ran away.

………………ran away?

Lu Fangchi blinked, stood up, walked quickly forward, turned the doorknob and looked out; there was no one in the corridor.

He returned to the living room and walked to the French window to look down. A Jaguar was driving out quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was far away and only the exhaust gas was left.

So. Lu Fangchi frowned even more, turned around and walked to the sofa, picked up the phone on the coffee table and called Zhou Zheng. He called back and forth on WeChat, but no one answered.

What does he mean? Lu Fangchi sullenly placed his phone on the coffee table, making a loud noise. It seemed that the alpha was very angry with him.

His head started to feel dizzy again, and there was a burst of swelling and pain at the back of his head. Lu Fangchi used his index and middle fingers to gently rub his temples in circles, and his ring and little fingers rubbed over his eyelids. The image of the alpha running for his life just now forcefully invaded his mind.

The screen of the mobile phone on the coffee table lit up and made a "ding dong" sound accompanied by a buzzing vibration. The young man opened his eyes a little, reached out for the phone with a listless expression to check the message.

Zhou Zheng: I’ll take it next time.

Lu Fangchi frowned and pressed his finger on the screen: When?

Zhou Zheng: Next time.

Lufangchi: Exact time.

Zhou Zheng: I don’t know yet.

Lu Fangchi pursed his lips. He was now blatantly acting like a rogue and no longer had to hide it. He felt a nameless rage rising in his heart. His hands typed quickly and vigorously, imitating him: The detention fee is one hundred yuan a day.

Zhou Zheng: Okay.

[The transfer has been returned]

Zhou Zheng: Let’s put it in five years and six months first.

...sick. Lu Fangchi frowned even more and issued an ultimatum: Take it away tomorrow, or I will throw it away.

Zhou Zheng is like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water: Then throw it away.

The anger stuck in his heart could neither go up nor down. Lu Fangchi stared at the screen of his mobile phone, which went dark and then lighted up again. The home page showed that the current time was 2:45.

It was not afternoon, but early morning, 2:45. He and Zhou Zheng had wasted nearly two hours talking about meaningless things in the middle of the night. His chest rose and fell slightly as he took a deep breath, feeling that his brain must be broken.

Shaking his dizzy head, Lu Fangchi got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he went to bed, his eyes were almost closed. He used up the last bit of energy to open the Backlog and checked the application for home office for tomorrow.

Lu Fangchi lifted his heavy eyelids and rubbed his temples. He didn't rest well. He didn't dream, but his mind was all white and he couldn't fall into a deep sleep. Now he didn't feel full of sleep, but felt more tired.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again. He sat up resignedly, staring blankly at the wall for a minute, threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and the feeling of being dizzy came back.

Why is it taking so long to get better? He slid into the living room in his slippers, took the medicine bag on the coffee table and started picking out the medicine. He glanced at the instructions and dosage. There were medicines for before and after meals.

Lu Fangchi stopped picking up the medicine, as he had to eat something. He frowned his handsome eyebrows, feeling a little troubled.

He opened his phone to order takeout, but the fastest delivery time would be half an hour later. However, he wanted to finish his meal and lie back in bed immediately, so he couldn't wait.

He got up and walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked around. There were a lot of vegetables in the fresh-keeping layer, but the green ones were all wilted. This was enough for a week. Every weekend, they would go out for a walk after dinner to digest their food and go to the supermarket to buy vegetables, fruits and snacks for the next week.

Last week, Zhou Zheng went shopping on Sunday. He saw fresh shepherd's purse and bought a lot of it, saying he wanted to make dumplings. But the plan could not keep up with the changes. He did not eat at home on Monday. He took Zhou Zheng to meet Jiang Mingyi Yu Yao, and he disappeared in the middle of the meeting. Then he found out that he had recovered his memory. Then he was sick for three days, so the vegetables he bought this week were wasted. Lu Fangchi raised his hand and threw a bag of cabbage into the trash can, thinking that he would not have to buy it in the future. He was not very good at cooking and did not want to cook.

And Zhou Zheng asked for the laundry, cooking and babysitting fees last night. Lu Fangchi thought about it and felt that he had made a profit. So much money for food was waived, so it was not a loss. A smile appeared in his eyes, which slowly turned into mockery. The slightly upturned corners of his lips turned into a straight line, so he was the only one who thought that was the feeling of home.

Lu Fangchi bit his lower lip tightly and blinked rapidly, frowning to suppress the arrogance and sourness that emerged, and took out a cucumber and a tomato, washing and peeling them.

Instant noodles are actually the fastest way to get better, but Lu Fangchi doesn't want his condition to get worse, so he decided to forget it. He can't remember when he was sick last time, two years ago? Or three years ago? Although he has a bad schedule and irregular diet, his physical fitness is at the average level of alpha, and he rarely gets sick except for shoulder and neck problems. This time he had a fever and it was really uncomfortable, so he wanted to get better quickly.

Lu Fangchi cut half a cucumber and half a tomato, sliced ​​them into slices and stuffed them into the toasted bread, added some ham slices, and finally squeezed on Thousand Island dressing. A simple sandwich was ready.

It wasn't very delicious, but it was light and could fill the stomach. Lu Fangchi finished most of it in just a few bites and could take his medicine.

To make matters worse, Lu Fangchi drank water too quickly and choked. The water flowed back into his nasal cavity, causing a sour taste. The bitter taste of the pills melting at the root of his tongue made him cough heart-wrenchingly, and his eyes were red and watery.

Lu Fangchi paused for two minutes and drank some warm water before his coughing stopped. He reached out and took a piece of paper to wipe the corners of his eyes, then got up and lay back on the bed, wanting to sleep for a while.

Within fifteen minutes, the young man lying on the bed tossed and turned three times.

Half an hour later, Lu Fangchi opened his eyelids in frustration. He couldn't fall asleep at all. In fact, the longer he lay there, the more dizzy he felt.

Forget it, get up and work. I haven't been there for a few days, so I guess a lot of things have piled up.

Lu Fangchi ground a cup of hot coffee, took the cup to the study, turned on the computer and prepared to work.

A white cartoon dog popped up on the screen, tilted its head and greeted: Master, you are online.

This is a desk pet designed by Zhou Zheng. It was originally installed in the computer at Lu Fangchi's company. Seeing that Lu Fangchi didn't mind it and occasionally had time to play with the puppy, he repeated the trick and installed it on the computer at home.

Lu Fangchi lowered his eyelids and looked away, swiping the mouse to log in to Dingding. The neglected desk darling stomped his feet unhappily, his face puffed up like a puffer fish, with three parentheses next to it to indicate his anger.

As expected, there was a lot of work piled up. Lu Fangchi picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, then started working with his eyes wide open and focused.

Zhou Zheng designed this desk pet with the original intention of showing his presence, adhering to the principle that even if he is not by Lu Fangchi's side, he should always feel his presence. The desk pet was ignored when the computer was turned on. After pretending to be angry and no one cared about it, it shamelessly approached the mouse key and carefully stretched out its chubby little claws to poke.

Lu Fangchi turned a blind eye, so he continued to poke it, again and again. The puppy looked pitiful, looking up as if to say, "Please take care of me."

The feeling of looking at this table pet is different in different moods. Before, Lu Fangchi would think of Zhou Zheng, and he thought its every move was cute and interesting. Now he still thinks of Zhou Zheng, but he only feels disconnected, as there is a huge conspiracy hidden under the cute face.

It kept poking and prodding, which was very annoying. Lu Fangchi raised his hand to cover the mouse, slid it a few times, and the puppy was moved to the very corner.

It looked like it had fallen, face down with stars coming out of its head. It lay on the ground miserably, rubbing its head with its short little paws, with its tail drooping on the ground.

There was no point pretending to be pitiful, so Lu Fangchi cruelly looked away and continued to work.

After being quiet for about ten minutes, the desk pet puppy started to seek a sense of existence again. It moved forward a step after half a minute, and hugged the mouse button, revealing a text: "Are you angry?"

Lu Fangchi couldn't answer it, so he just slid the mouse away to stop him from hugging.

The puppy jumped over again, leaving a row of paws on the table. It hugged the mouse again, "Don't ignore me, the puppy loves you."

Ridiculous. Lu Fangchi swiped his mouse away again, completely ignoring it.

After five or six rounds of rejections, the puppy turned down his mouth, looked frustrated, and crawled back to the corner dejectedly with his tail drooping to the ground.

There was finally a lull, and Lu Fangchi took the opportunity to finish two-thirds of the work, until he felt a pain in his neck and stopped.

He raised his left hand and gently rubbed his neck. With his right hand, he opened the drawer and took out the eye drops. He tilted his head back and applied them twice to each eye.

The dog, who had been listless for a long time, finally moved again. He stood up and wagged his tail: "Work and rest, it's noon, time to rest."

Lu Fangchi glanced at the time on the lower right corner. It was eleven o'clock. No rush, he could wait a little longer.

I slid the mouse, and the puppy ran to it and held it with his paw, "Eat on time, take medicine on time."

Oh yes, the dosage is basically three times a day, morning, noon and night. Lu Fangchi got up and went to the kitchen to pour some water. He took a sip when the doorbell rang.

I turned on the cat-eye and didn't see anyone, huh? Lu Fangchi hesitated for two seconds, then reached out and opened the door. No one was outside, so he leaned out to look behind the door and found a takeout box hanging on the door handle.

Lu Fangchi took the takeaway order and looked at it. The address was correct and the recipient's surname was Zhou. It was probably Zhou Zheng's, and he ordered the wrong one. It was quite normal, after all, they had lived together for more than half a year.

Lu Fangchi put the takeaway on the dining table and chose the latter between sending a message and not sending a message. He would not deliver it to Zhou Zheng, and Zhou Zheng would not come back to get it. Since there was no way to solve it, there was no need to say anything. It was best for them not to contact each other now.

While he was thinking, his cell phone rang and Lu Fangchi opened it to take a look.

Zhou Zheng:?

Lu Fangchi had no intention of replying, but the other party seemed to have noticed his intention and sent another message: Has my takeaway been delivered to you?

Lu Fangchi pursed his lips, took a photo and sent it over.

Zhou Zheng: Okay, forget it.

Lu Fangchi thought, as expected.

Zhou Zheng: Turn it to me eighty-six point sixty-eight.

Lu Fangchi:?

Zhou Zheng: Just eat it for me, just consider it as you ordered it yourself.

He said it as a matter of course, Lu Fangchi laughed: I give you ninety?

Zhou Zheng: That’s fine.

Lu Fangchi turned off his phone and not only did he not transfer the money to him, he opened the takeaway and ate it instead.

I have to say Zhou Zheng is quite good at ordering. The takeaway order is a chicken soup with rice. The chicken soup is rich and mellow, and the firm chicken is paired with mushrooms, insects, flowers and plants, which is delicious and chewy.

Lu Fangchi ate most of the soup and his eyes narrowed in comfort. I don't know if it was because of the nourishing hen soup, but I felt less dizzy.

After a short rest, Lu Fangchi poured a glass of water, sat on the sofa, and began to break the pills. In view of the incident in the morning, Lu Fangchi paid more attention this time and swallowed the six pills in two times.

Then a flash of inspiration flashed through my mind, and I realized that something was wrong.

He frowned and walked to the study. He glanced at the desk pet on the computer. The dozing puppy suddenly sat up straight when he saw him. Its tail was wagging wildly. A dialogue box appeared next to it: "Master~Master~Master~"

So I haven’t even moved the mouse yet, how can it “see” it?

And it just reminded me to "take medicine on time", so how does it know that it is sick?

【Author’s words】

Lu Fangchi: The rain won’t keep falling, but Zhou Zheng’s head will.