Chapter 37
Fu Huaifei looked at Shen Tingzhou, his eyes flickering, "It's you!"
The word "It's you" was said in a thousand ways, hiding the great surprise of meeting each other by chance. The aura that surpassed countless others in the world froze Shen Tingzhou in place.
Shen Tingzhou: "Uh, it's me."
After getting Shen Tingzhou's response, Fu Huaifei ran over happily, "Do you still remember me?"
Shen Tingzhou replied hesitantly, "Of course, I just saw him a few days ago."
A few days ago?
Fu Huaifei paused slightly, the scene of their meeting by the river a few days ago flashed through his mind, and the smile on his face faded quietly.
Shen Tingzhou:?
Not sure if it was an illusion, but he felt that Fu Huaifei was petrified. Before he could figure out what was going on, Fu Huaifei leaned against the wall and started coughing lightly.
He showed off his graceful swan neck, and his cough was both artificial and extremely beautiful.
Shen Tingzhou couldn't help but walk down a few stairs and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
Fu Huaifei looked over, his handsome face melted into the warm light, his purple veins were clearly visible, he looked sickly yet incredibly soft.
He smiled weakly, "It's nothing, just an old problem, cough, cough cough."
Shen Tingzhou felt that Fu Huaifei must be in poor health, but as a doctor, he intuitively felt that this poor health was somewhat deliberately calculated.
Who coughs like this, after all?
Xu Xun walked past Shen Tingzhou and walked down the stairs to greet Fu Huaifei, "Uncle, you tend to get short of breath, so talk less."
Fu Huaifei looked at Shen Tingzhou again, his eyes were pitiful and his voice was gentle, "Excuse me."
Xu Xun raised his hand to straighten Fu Huaifei's head, and helped him to sit on the sofa, "Sit down."
Shen Tingzhou walked over and asked, "Do you want to measure your blood pressure?"
Fu Huaifei, with red lips and fair skin, smiled gently at Shen Tingzhou, "I'm fine now, thank you for your concern."
Xu Xun interrupted, "Uncle, the last time you fell into the water and were rescued dripping wet, it was Doctor Shen who performed CPR on you."
The word "drenched" made Fu Huaifei's smile freeze. He tried to ignore his words and started a new conversation.
"Your name is Shen Yisheng?" Fu Huaifei praised: "It's a nice name."
Shen Tingzhou: "...No, I am a doctor by profession, and my real name is Shen Tingzhou."
Fu Huaifei paused, then looked at Xu Xun with a slightly reproachful look, "How can you directly address someone by their profession? How rude!"
Xu Xun glanced at him and said nothing.
Fu Huaifei looked at Shen Tingzhou again, "Tingzhou."
It was as if these two words passed over the tip of his tongue twice before he pronounced them, giving Shen Tingzhou goosebumps.
Xu Xun pointed at the floor and asked Shen Tingzhou, "Doctor Shen, is the thing on the floor yours?"
Shen Tingzhou looked in the direction of his hand, but saw nothing.
Xu Xun said, "I mean this pile of chicken skin beans."
Shen Tingzhou: ...
The elegant Fu Huaifei obviously didn't understand, "chicken what?"
Xu Xun said it again, "Pidouzi."
Fu Huaifei was still puzzled, "What are chicken skin beans?"
It was goose bumps, but Shen Tingzhou was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so he changed the subject and asked Fu Huaifei, "Would you like some hot water, Mr. Fu?"
Xu Xun: "My uncle never drinks hot water. His blood flows with hand-ground coffee, oh, and tea brewed by Sang Yan."
Shen Tingzhou: Elegant, really elegant.
but……
Shen Tingzhou couldn't help but ask, "What about at night?"
Fu Huaifei smiled slightly, "At night, I drink seawater pumped from a thousand feet below Hawaii. After desalination, I soak a slice of lemon in clean water. Sometimes I also drink some wine to help me sleep."
Shen Tingzhou: "...very good, very good, but is there the same water as in Hawaii here?"
Fu Huaifei gently corrected, "It's seawater from Hawaii, a thousand feet below. I brought some here myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened again, and a handsome young man in a tuxedo and white gloves came in leading a group of people.
A dozen oversized suitcases were pushed in, and the young man stood at the door and counted them one by one.
To Shen Tingzhou, these suitcases looked exactly the same, but the young man could tell them apart at a glance.
When the third suitcase came in, the young man stopped.
"This is the sir's drinking water. Put it in the ice cellar on the lower level."
The seventh box was pushed in, and the young man said to the person pushing the box, "Open the box, count from the left of the third row, and take out the fifth set of tableware. The gentleman will use it tonight."
"Here is the coffee machine for Mr., send it to the kitchen."
"These are the gentleman's personal belongings. Put them upstairs. Don't let them into the room. Just put them by the door. I will sort them out myself when the time comes."
"These storage rooms are not used at the moment."
The young man expertly arranged the positions of each box and knew the contents inside like the back of his hand.
Shen Tingzhou has always thought that his memory is very good, but compared with this young man, it is a little average.
After arranging everything, Sang Yan came over to greet Fu Huaifei.
Seeing Shen Tingzhou sitting on the sofa, Sang Yan was slightly stunned, then nodded slightly to thank Shen Tingzhou.
Shen Tingzhou also nodded at him as a greeting.
When the butler came over, Sang Yan's respectful attitude changed and the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly.
This was already a very unsatisfactory action for the professionally trained Sang Yan.
The gentleman had been here for quite some time, but he hadn't even arranged for anyone to serve tea and snacks, and just let the guests sit there.
It was hard for Sang Yan to imagine that a man like this had worked as a housekeeper for more than 30 years and had not yet been fired by his employer.
Xu Xun, oh, now his name is Xu Xun.
How pitiful this gentleman is. He doesn't even have a proper housekeeper, but he seems to be used to it.
Sang Yan cast a pitying look at Xu Xun, then walked into the kitchen with a proud yet humble step to prepare refreshments.
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The housekeeper knew Fu Huaifei and they seemed to have a good relationship.
Fu Huaifei took the initiative to greet him, "Long time no see, how are you?"
The housekeeper smiled and replied, "Very good."
"Xiaoxun, please take care of me."
"You're welcome. This is what I should do."
When listening to them talking, Shen Tingzhou always had a feeling of time and space confusion, as if he had returned to medieval Europe.
A powerful lord talks to the steward of another powerful lord...
Fu Huaifei spoke slowly and in a very proper tone, "Since my sister passed away, Xiaoxun has only had me as his relative. I originally wanted to take him abroad, and I sent him more than a dozen letters. Didn't you receive them?"
The housekeeper said, "We no longer keep pigeons at home."
Fu Huaifei: "...I used international express delivery."
Shen Tingzhou: ...
Butler: "Then I'll go back and look for it."
Fu Huaifei: "...Okay."
Fu Huaifei stopped talking about this topic and turned his attention back to Shen Tingzhou.
"Tingzhou, do you remember the first time we met?"
Xu Xun looked over immediately. They were actually meeting for the “first time”?
Shen Tingzhou felt a lot of pressure because of these two burning gazes. The greater the pressure, the slower his brain worked.
this……
Seeing that he couldn't answer immediately, Fu Huaifei was a little disappointed. He turned his face slightly, revealing his beautiful neckline again, and quietly released his sorrow.
After a while, he turned around and reminded, "Three years ago, abroad, art exhibition."
Shen Tingzhou vaguely remembered it and asked tentatively, "Is it at the Bronte Museum?"
Fu Huaifei excitedly reached out to hold Shen Tingzhou's hand, "You finally remembered."
The hand was caught just in mid-air.
Fu Huaifei turned his head and saw Xu Xun put his hand on the back of his hand expressionlessly. Fu Huaifei immediately understood——
Xiaoxun misses his uncle.
I'll give it to you to hold.
Fu Huaifei happily held Xu Xun's hand, then looked at Shen Tingzhou with a smile and listened to his feelings about their subsequent encounter.
But Shen Tingzhou had already said what he wanted to say, without any insights or experiences.
Xu Xun poured out the oil, "It happened three years ago, how could Dr. Shen remember it?"
How is that impossible!
Fu Huaifei remembered everything that happened that day clearly. Not only what Shen Tingzhou said, but even which direction the central air conditioning in the hotel blew his hair was kept in Fu Huaifei's mind.
How could Tingzhou not remember such a historic moment when they met?
Right, Tingzhou?
Fu Huaifei looked at Shen Tingzhou expectantly.
Xu Xun continued to pour the oil, "Doctor Shen, you must have forgotten it."
For the first time, Fu Huaifei felt that his nephew was noisy. He gracefully withdrew his hand and continued to stare at Shen Tingzhou.
Shen Tingzhou, who was surrounded, felt pressure again. "Well, how should I put it? Of course I remember Mr. Fu. After all, Mr. Fu's face is so memorable..."
This satisfied Fu Huaifei and made Xu Xunzhen.
Shen Tingzhou said in a low voice, "...but I really can't remember what we talked about."
Xu Xun began to feel satisfied, but Fu Huaifei, out of agreement, began to create a Shakespearean tragic character.
The beautiful neckline of sadness returns.
This time the sadness is more serious. In addition to the neckline, the shoulders and arms also cooperate to quietly release the elegant sadness.
Fu Huaifei looked at Shen Tingzhou and hesitated: "I thought..."
Fu Huaifei changed his mind: "I didn't expect..."
Fu Huaifei turned his head away with a bright and sad look: "It seems that I did it myself..."
Fu Huaifei shook his head and couldn't continue. Thousands of words turned into one sentence, "Hey."
Finally, Daiyu put her hands on the table and coughed.
Shen Tingzhou looked at Xu Xun blankly, asking with his eyes: What's wrong with him?
Xu Xunhui: Don’t pay attention to him.
Shen Tingzhou was still a little worried, so Xu Xun had to say, "Uncle, do you want to tell me about your career?"
Fu Huaifei came back to life in a second and said modestly: "He is just a small painter."
Sang Yan smelled something and poked his head out of the kitchen and replied immediately, "Mr.'s work has won the Alexander Luci Painting Award, which is the Oscar of the painting world!"
Shen Tingzhou: Wow, excellent!
Fu Huaifei pursed his lips and smiled, with a temperament that was not shaken by external things. "It's not worth mentioning. I just draw for fun. Occasionally I also make some pottery."
Sang Yan's loud voice came from the kitchen again -
"Of the three sets of pottery that Mr. made, one is now in the Ceramics Museum, one is sold at a charity auction and collected by a princess, and the third set was given to a friend. He was originally an enemy, but he was eventually won over by Mr.'s charm."
Shen Tingzhou: Wow, excellent!
Fu Huaifei: "Sometimes I also play with jewelry."
桑岩：“先生幫助國家收藏館，修複了一件上百年的古董珠寶，被對方贈予終生免費進館看展的殊榮。”
沈亭州：哇，優秀！
傅懷斐：“偶爾也會去母校講講課。”
桑岩：“每次開講都座無空席，那年還票選成為優秀講師。”
沈亭州：哇，優秀！
見傅懷斐還要秀，許殉忍不住打斷，“好了小舅，氣短就不要說這麽多話了，一會兒又該咳嗽了。”
傅懷斐配合似的虛弱地咳了兩聲，廚房裏的桑岩又補充了七八條。
沈亭州哇……
沈亭州哇不出來了，嗓子都哇冒火了。
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沒一會兒，桑岩推着一輛餐車從廚房出來。
沈亭州感覺他在廚房沒待多長時間，竟然烤制出這麽多精美的蛋糕，還有松軟的面包。
桑岩将蛋糕分門別類地放到蛋糕架上，為他們倒上親手泡制的伯爵紅茶。
他只拿了三個茶杯，壓根沒想到居然有第四人。
在看到管家悠閑自在地坐在圓桌旁，桑岩臉上的微笑龜裂。
身為管家怎麽可以在雇主談話時，安然坐到一旁什麽都不幹！
難怪父親對他評價不高，如今一接觸，簡直觸目驚心！！
看着忙活半天的桑岩，沈亭州說，“辛苦了，趕緊坐下來休息一會兒。”
桑岩餘光瞥了一眼管家，意有所指道：“謝謝您的關心，但我怎麽能坐下呢？”
沈亭州一愣，朝傅懷斐投去詢問的目光，“不能坐嗎？”
沈亭州一直以為管家跟雇主的關系等同于親人，聽說桑岩的父親年輕時就在傅家工作，他以為會很随意呢。
“能坐。”傅懷斐看向桑岩，也透着一點詢問，“能坐嗎？”
桑岩擠出一個微笑，“能。”
他局促僵硬地坐下去，但只坐了一點，身體卻筆挺。
沈亭州把自己的紅茶讓給了管家，管家喝了一口，悠悠道：“味道不錯。”
面對他的誇獎，桑岩一點都不高興。
管家吃了一塊蛋糕，“嗯，烤得很好吃。”
桑岩嘴巴用力抿了抿，生怕自己張口怼他——先生跟客人才能吃，你怎麽就這麽饞！
管家撕了一塊紙杯蛋糕，“小桑，這個火候好像有點過。”
桑岩幾乎要脫口而出：過什麽過，你才過！
但關鍵時刻他忍住了，他不能給先生丢人，只能忍着氣向管家擠出一個不協調的微笑。
桑岩全程保持着一個姿勢，仿佛一根鋼杵似的，沈亭州都怕他這麽撅過去。
看桑岩渾身不自在，沈亭州忍不住說，“如果你有事要忙的話……”
桑岩如蒙大赦似的立刻站起來，但面上分毫不顯，挂着無懈可擊的微笑，“我确實還有點事。”
傅懷斐體貼道：“那你去忙吧。”
桑岩立刻消失，之後很久都沒再出現。
沈亭州哭笑不得，看來每家情況不一樣，這位年輕的管家對自己要求更為嚴格。
直到晚上，桑岩重新出現，去廚房給傅懷斐準備晚餐。
偌大的餐桌用銀質蠟燭隔開，傅懷斐一人吃西餐，沈亭州、許殉，還有管家吃中餐。
傅懷斐還專門為晚飯換了一身衣服，桑岩站在他身側，為他倒葡萄酒。
沈亭州往傅懷斐那邊掃了一眼，只感覺富貴迷人眼，一片銀燦燦，餐具都是純銀的，擦拭得雪亮反光。
傅懷斐被鮮花、蠟燭、銀光包圍，當然還有他的貼身管家。
因為跟沈亭州他們隔得遠，說話都不怎麽方便，傅懷斐說話聲音都大了一些，“亭州……”
沈亭州看過去，眼睛再次被迷了一下。
這時許殉夾來一道菜，“嘗嘗這個乳鴿，鴿皮很脆，蘸白糖好吃。”
沈亭州回頭，“謝謝。”
傅懷斐的嘴巴無聲動了一下，半晌才找到借口開口，“亭州，還沒問你有什麽愛好。”
許殉說，“沈醫生，幫我拿幾張餐紙。”
“哦，好。”沈亭州把手邊的餐紙遞給他，對傅懷斐說，“喜歡……一個人宅着待在家裏。”
傅懷斐笑了一下，“我大多時候也喜歡一個人待着，房子挂了幾幅我的畫，你要跟我一塊看嗎？”
許殉擡頭說，“小舅，我們是開車來的，今天都很累了，晚上要早點睡。”
傅懷斐有些失落，“好吧。”
他還要開口，管家發話了，“先吃飯吧。”
桑岩不可置信地看向管家，他怎麽可以在雇主說話的時候插話！
在許家，管家的話就是權威，沈亭州跟許殉都閉了嘴。
傅懷斐也只好閉麥，安安靜靜地吃飯。
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晚上睡覺的時候，桑岩将熨燙好的睡衣遞給傅懷斐。
“先生，您知道的，我從來不喜歡在背後口舌別人，但許先生的管家會不會太……”
他想說沒教養，但又覺得這兩個字過分嚴重，改成職業素質一般。
傅懷斐解下襯衫的水晶紐扣，“他從小看着小旬長大，是小旬的長輩，就像你父親跟我一樣，能理解他。”
桑岩心裏不認同傅懷斐的話，但又不願反駁他的先生。
傅懷斐穿上睡衣，“桑岩，你覺得亭州怎麽樣？”
桑岩疊好傅懷斐剛脫下來的襯衫，“那位醫生嗎？他不錯，談吐很好，吃飯也斯文。”
等他說完，傅懷斐沒說話。
桑岩看過去，“先生？”
傅懷斐眼睛閃爍，面頰透出一抹紅，“你覺得他做我的伴侶怎麽樣？”
桑岩有些驚詫，但還是認真回答，“只要是您選擇的，我永遠都支持。”
傅懷斐有些不好意思似的，“你還記得我跟你說過那個靈感缪斯嗎？”
桑岩想了一下，遲疑地問，“是三年前伯朗特美術館，您遇見的那位嗎？難道——”
傅懷斐點頭。
桑岩發出驚嘆，“天吶，太巧合了，而且他上次還救了您。”
傅懷斐臉上的紅暈更明顯，“這可能就是念念不忘，必有回響。”
桑岩真心為傅懷斐感到高興，“既然人已經找到，那您一定不能放過這個機會。”
傅懷斐害羞，揪着抱枕問，“他會喜歡我嗎？”
桑岩斬釘截鐵，“當然，您這樣優秀誰會不喜歡？”
傅懷斐少年懷春那般，暗自扭捏了一會兒，又忍不住跟桑岩提自己的心上人。
“我也沒想到會再遇見他，當時展廳很多人，只有他一個人駐足在我的畫前，他說我的畫讓他感到內心平和，我覺得他懂我，懂這副作品。”
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許殉說是今晚要早點睡，但洗完澡就過來敲沈亭州的門。
許殉這次來的目的是打聽三年前，那個什麽什麽美術館畫展。
沈亭州真的早忘了，在許殉詢問下，他又記起一點細節。
當時他随老師參加一個學會讨論，老師臨時有事，要他上臺代他發言。
那是業界很出名的一個活動，哪怕是沈亭州也有些緊張，跟同伴去看畫展想緩解內心焦慮。
展廳到處都是人，沈亭州跟同伴走散了，停在唯一一塊空白的地方。
這裏的人也很少，他就對着那面牆默念了一遍演講稿。
剛念完，有一個俊美的青年走過來跟他閑聊。
終于順利全部背下稿子的沈亭州心情舒暢，誇贊這裏讓他由衷感到內心平和。
許殉懷疑，“就只有這樣？”
沈亭州點頭，“就只有這樣。”
他壓根不知道那裏有一幅畫，更不知道自己誤打誤撞成了別人的知己。
末了，沈亭州感嘆了一句，“不過看你小舅的性格，确實不像會自殺的人。”
許殉評價，“他活得跟個花孔雀似的。”
不得不說這個點評很精準了。
沈亭州忍不住笑起來，“他小時候也這樣？”
許殉吐槽，“嗯，小時候戲就很多，現在被那個桑岩慣得更多了，反正以前沒這麽誇張。”
沈亭州看向他：“怎麽感覺你好像不是很喜歡他，但又感覺不是很讨厭。”
許殉态度拽拽的，“就那樣。”
他不讨厭傅懷斐，小時候頂多就是嫌他麻煩。
一只喜歡随時開屏的花孔雀，在某些時候，真的很難不讓人産生把他尾巴綁住的想法。
沈亭州又問，“那你小時候呢？”
許殉擡起頭，看到沈亭州眼睛盛着淺笑，頓了幾秒，“我小時候懂事又聽話，跟他可不一樣。”
沈亭州：“管家可能有自己的看法。”
許殉：哼！
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第二天一早，桑岩在廚房忙碌時，傅懷斐進來了。
桑岩大為震驚，“先生，您怎麽來了？是想喝咖啡嗎，我這就給您沖。”
“不是。”傅懷斐的長發被綁到腦後，露出的俊美臉龐有幾分害羞，“我想給亭州做點什麽，等他一醒來就能喝到，或者是吃到。”
桑岩緊繃的神經放松下來，他還以為自己沒将先生照顧好，讓他過來催促自己了。
在桑岩心裏，讓主人說出自己的需求，只能說明自己的失職。
桑岩：“您對沈醫生真的太好了，他要是知道您為他做的一切，我都想象不到他有多感動。”
傅懷斐羞澀地低頭，“也沒有。”
桑岩問，“那麽，您想做什麽呢？”
傅懷斐一臉空白，“我也不知道。”
兩人對視幾秒，傅懷斐是廚房小白的無知，桑岩是廚界大佬的深思。
托着下巴暗自思考幾秒，依照他對自家先生的了解，桑岩給出一個答案，“要不榨一杯果汁吧？”
“會不會太簡單了？”
“怎麽會？果汁能清潔腸道，又飽含營養，早上能喝一杯，一整天心情都會好，尤其是您親自榨的，我相信沈醫生一定會很開心。”
“好！”
傅懷斐優雅地挽起袖子，氣勢滿滿，“那……第一步是？”
桑岩從冰箱拿出兩枚甜橙，“先切開它。”
傅懷斐很有儀式感地拿過來，然後鄭重地放到案板上，拿起水果刀。
桑岩給予無限鼓勵，仿佛這一刻切的不是水果，而是人類的未來。
沈亭州從樓上下來時，就聽到廚房傳來一聲慘叫，他一個激靈，快步跑過去。
桑岩正抓着傅懷斐流血的手，在水管下沖洗。
沈亭州問，“怎麽了？”
桑岩一臉自責與悔恨，“都怪我，沒有幫先生扶着橙子，讓先生切到手指了。”
傅懷斐蒼白與虛弱并存，“不怪你。”
桑岩持續崩潰，“先生的手這麽重要，因為我的失誤流了這麽多血，我真是太大意了。”
傅懷斐：“是我不小心，你不要這樣說。”
桑岩：“是我，都是我……”
在他倆上演生死離別的時候，沈亭州已經拿着消毒水跟藥過來了。
沈亭州捉過傅懷斐的手，看了一下傷口，“沒事，刀刃挑破了皮。”
桑岩滿臉緊張，“醫生，您一定要認認真真看，先生的手很重要很重要！”
沈亭州：……
傅懷斐虛弱地說，“小桑，別吵亭州為我縫制傷口。”
桑岩趕緊閉嘴。
沈亭州消完毒，用創可貼給傅懷斐“縫制”傷口。
看沈亭州拿出創可貼，桑岩微微變色，趕忙提醒，“沈醫生，先生對創可貼過敏。”
沈亭州動作一頓，擡頭問，“是對裏面的某種藥物過敏？”
桑岩：“不是，對創可貼黏的地方過敏。”
沈亭州只好換成紗布。
包紮完後，桑岩追問，“沈醫生，飲食上需要注意什麽嗎？”
沈亭州：“……不用。”
這點小傷該吃吃該喝喝，不需要注意什麽。
桑岩小心地扶着“失血過多”的傅懷斐回房休息。
“先生，您頭暈嗎？”
“還好。”
“小心腳下，難受就跟我說。”
“嗯。”
沈亭州一臉“我雖然不懂，但他們這麽做肯定有自己道理”的表情。
片刻後，樓道口傳來管家的呼喚，“沈醫生，快來，少爺受傷了。”
沈亭州又是一個激靈，拎上醫藥箱往樓上沖。
推開卧室房門，看到坐在床上的許殉，他整條胳膊被厚厚紗布包裹着，情況看起來很危急。
沈亭州心神俱震，“這是怎麽回事？”
許殉跟傅懷斐同款虛弱，“不小心。”
傷成這樣也太不小心了！
沈亭州跟剝洋蔥似的，小心翼翼一層一層地往下剝紗布，到了最後一層還是沒見血。
紗布終于全部扒下來，那條胳膊上有一道淺淺的，像指甲劃出來的紅蝦線。
管家在沈亭州身後說，“所以我叫沈醫生你快點，再不快點，屋裏這溫度，一會兒該長痱子了。”
沈亭州：……
許殉直勾勾看着沈亭州，弱小無助地說，“疼。”
那給你吹吹？
沈亭州跟許殉對視幾秒，最終掏出一枚創可貼，“要不貼一個它，可以嗎？”
許殉點頭。
管家啧了一聲。
沈亭州撕開創可貼，貼到許殉手臂“受傷處”。
見許殉拽過繃帶還要包紮，沈亭州摁住了他，“創可貼就行了，繃帶它……真的會起痱子。”
許殉露出惋惜，最終他妥協，起身去了衛生間。
沈亭州回頭就對上了管家不贊同的目光。
沈亭州慚愧地埋下頭，在心裏小聲說：我知道我不應該，但是他說疼耶。
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經過早上的事，桑岩不再允許傅懷斐進廚房，管家也不允許許殉再碰繃帶。
兩個被‘教育’的舅甥坐在沙發上，都陷入各自的苦惱裏。
傅懷斐的苦惱很甜蜜，昨晚被桑岩這麽一鼓動，他想追求沈亭州的心思更盛。
他坐在沙發上制定計劃，但他沒經驗，只是下意識想在沈亭州面前開屏。
許殉則煩躁管家打攪自己的計劃，至于旁邊這個人……
斜了一眼渾身散發着黏糊糊氣質的舅舅，外甥小許露出輕微的不屑。
拿捏傅懷斐太簡單了！
一直在廚房忙活上午茶點的桑岩，端着咖啡跟點心出來時，就看見根本插不進話，正在逐漸萎靡的傅懷斐，護犢之心直沖腦門。
桑岩刻意地插進沈亭州跟許殉中間，放下幾個茶點。
他微笑着對沈亭州說，“我看您喜歡抹茶味的東西，今天專門給你做了一些。”
沈亭州驚訝于他的觀察力，真心誠意道：“真是麻煩你了。”
桑岩微笑搖頭，“不麻煩，早上的事還要感謝您。先生本來是想給您榨果汁，沒想到傷了手。”
給他榨果汁？
沈亭州朝傅懷斐看去，對方害羞地低下頭。
許殉：“舅舅怎麽這麽不小心？也是，你長這麽大都沒進過廚房，不會幹這些活兒也正常。”
桑岩聞到茶氣，立刻反擊，“許先生經常進廚房？”
許殉音量大了一些，“在自己家的時候沒有，但住在沈醫生家學了學做飯，刷碗，摘菜。”
傅懷斐褪去害羞，擡頭看過來，“你住在亭州家？”
沈亭州解釋，“許先生家有了白蟻，找人清理時在我家住了幾天，那段時間也幫了我很多忙。”
傅懷斐哦了一聲，“原來是這樣。”
聽到白蟻，桑岩皺眉。
身為管家不是應該每日檢查房屋嗎？居然讓白蟻泛濫成災才找人清除，真是太太太失職了。
沈亭州順這個話題閑聊，“你們住的那個州好像也容易受蟻蟲的侵擾，你們的房子沒事吧？”
桑岩立刻道：“當然！”
在他的看護下，住了七八年房子還跟新買的一樣！
桑岩驕傲地說，“我們房前的草坪每年評選都是第一名。”
沈亭州：“我們這邊不搞這些。”
桑岩有些惋惜，不過依照管家那個懶散的風格，就算是評選也是倒數第一。
啧，真可憐。
沈亭州又說，“不過管家也養了很多花草，打理得很好。”
桑岩心道，那你沒有見我們的房子！
不過他不會反駁客人的話，不管內心認不認同，臉上微笑致意。
管家抱着石榴走過來，“要不要吃石榴，活血解酒，專治面部僵硬。”
別人都不要，管家塞給了桑岩兩顆，“我看你挺需要的。”
桑岩：……
謝謝你哦。
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為了幫助自己的先生抱得美人歸，桑岩也使出渾身解數。
晚飯後，他提着一個籃子，裏面放着打掃的工具，敲開了沈亭州的房門。
沒想到開門的是管家。
桑岩還以為走錯房間了，對方卻說，“沒找錯，這就是沈醫生的房間，我們在背後談談別人的壞話。”
桑岩：……
管家：“有事？”
桑岩表情有些微妙，不去看管家的眼睛，目視前方，“既然沈醫生有客人，那我一會兒再……”
不等他說完，裏面傳來沈亭州的聲音，“誰呀，進來吧。”
桑岩只好走進去。
沈亭州拎着水果從洗手間出來，“桑先生，吃水果嗎？”
看着笑容很具親和力的沈亭州，桑岩站在門口進退兩難，“還是你們先談，我一會兒再過來。”
沈亭州停下來，“有事嗎？”
桑岩：“沒事，就是想問沈醫生需要整理被褥嗎？”
沈亭州：啊？
十分鐘後，桑岩把拍得蓬松的被子平鋪到床上，開始往上面熏香。
“這是助眠的，味道不會很重，沈醫生要是對香敏感，可以在床角這樣熏一下。”
沈亭州長大嘴巴，“被子好松軟，像剛才那樣就可以弄成這樣？”
桑岩說，“還要看被子芯是什麽材質。”
沈亭州問，“那如果冬天帶毛的東西起靜電怎麽辦？”
桑岩：“什麽料子的？”
沈亭州将家裏帶毛的都說了一遍，桑岩根據料子，告訴他整理、除靜電各類小竅門。
沈亭州認真記下，“太謝謝你了，對我來說真是起了大用處。”
桑岩謙虛，“不過是一些小事”
管家突然問，“這個熏香真的助眠嗎？”
桑岩笑容淡了許多，“還是看個人體質。”
管家忽然感嘆，“我這把老骨頭，最近也是經常失眠。”
桑岩本意是不想理會，但他從管家學院畢業，詢問客人的需求是刻在本能裏的，哪怕管家不是客人，他還是下意識說，“如果您有需要，我可以去您房間熏香。”
說完他就後悔了，希望對方千萬不要理他的客氣。
結果管家毫不客氣，“真的可以嗎？”
桑岩想說不可以，嘴上：“當然。”
桑岩：該死的嘴，該死的本能！
管家：“那就麻煩了。”
桑岩閉上眼睛，想死的心都有了。
When Sang Yan deliberately lingered in the room, the housekeeper kept muttering about his old bones, so Sang Yan could only go to his room to burn incense for him.
After the people left, Shen Tingzhou was helpless, "Why do you keep teasing him?"
The housekeeper said slowly, "He is still too young. Let me, an old man, teach him a lesson. A slacker is the nemesis of a gentleman. I also want to say this to you, Doctor Shen."
Shen Tingzhou: “…Thank you.”
The butler stood up and said, "I'll go see him."
Shen Tingzhou couldn't help but say, "Please be gentle with your words."
The housekeeper smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I won't make him cry."
Shen Tingzhou: ...
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The housekeeper didn't make anyone cry, but he was so angry that he couldn't sleep well for half the night.
The next day, Sang Yan, with dark circles under his eyes, met Fu Huaifei, who also had dark circles under his eyes.
Sang Yan was shocked. "Sir, what's wrong with you? Did my sleeping incense not work well last night?"
Fu Huaifei waved his hands and said weakly, "It has nothing to do with you. Xiaoxun came to chat with me yesterday."
Sang Yan was angry. "Did he say anything?"
Fu Huaifei muttered to himself, "Actually, I didn't say anything when I thought about it, so why can't I fall asleep?"
Sang Yan said angrily, "This must be a conspiracy between the master and the servant! You must not fall into their trap. Fortunately, I found out something important last night."
Fu Huaifei's scattered eyes regained focus, "What's the matter?"
Sang Yan said, "Dr. Shen likes cats. You can start with his hobby."
Fu Huaifei was still confused about the situation, "How do I start?"
Sang Yan: "Catering to his taste!"
After listening to Sang Yan's idea, Fu Huaifei's eyes lit up with passion again.
So, during breakfast, Fu Huaifei invited Shen Tingzhou, "Tingzhou, do you want to see the cat?"
Shen Tingzhou raised his head and asked, "Cat?"
Fu Huaifei smiled, "Do you know Cat Million?"
Shen Tingzhou was stunned. "Is it the Persian cat with heterochromia? The cat with millions of fans on a certain app."
Fu Huaifei invited Shen Tingzhou, "Yes, its owner is me... a friend, who asked me to meet him today. Do you want to go see the cat with me?"
Sang Yan assisted from the side: "There is not only this internet-famous cat, there are several others going too. I heard that one of them can do belly dance."
A belly dancing cat?
Shen Tingzhou's eyes were already starting to sparkle with love.
Fu Huaifei: "Yes, I can do belly dancing and wear a cat costume that looks like a dancer."
If it were a person, Shen Tingzhou would not be interested at all, but who can resist watching a cat wearing a dancer's costume and doing belly dance?
Sang Yan increased his strength, took out his mobile phone and played the cat dancer.
Shen Tingzhou: Wow, a real dancer cat! I can’t believe how cute it would be if the other party danced for it live!
Shen Tingzhou's heart was wild, and he had already thought about going out to catch wild cats, until he saw Xu Xun's expressionless face.
Shen Tingzhou: My heart died in an instant.
Ying!
Sang Yan had anticipated this situation and glanced at Fu Huaifei.
Fu Huaifei received the signal and lowered his voice a little, "What's wrong, Tingzhou? Could it be that Xiaoxun doesn't want you to go?"
Sang Yan continued to encourage Fu Huaifei and made a gesture of "Great, please continue".
Fu Huaifei suddenly became confident and continued in a low voice, "It's just petting other cats. If it were me, I wouldn't be angry. I think Xiaoxun thinks so too, right, Xiaoxun?"
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