"You don't have to feel sad for me. When we get married, I will have my own home. Chuchu! I am looking forward to our home. I will work hard to protect it and not let it experience any storms."

"Okay!" Chen Chuchu smiled and said generously, "Since you want a home, I'll give it to you."

"It's settled, we'll get married next May Day."

Fu Haozhe was so happy that his girl said she wanted to give him a home of his own. That was great. He would work hard to build a happy family just for them.

"I have to go home and ask my parents. I can't make the decision on my own on such a big matter. Whether we can get married depends on your performance."

"No problem, I will definitely do my best."

Fu Haozhe pulled Chen Chuchu's other hand and placed it on the other side of his face. His big hand covered hers and kept rubbing her face, with tenderness in his eyes.

After playing for a while, Chen Chuchu pulled her hand back: "It will be bad if someone sees us, let go."

Turning his head to look outside, Fu Haozhe reluctantly let her go: "There will be no one here after get off work, so please touch my face again."

Chen Chuchu glared at him: "Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear. You dragged my hand to touch it, it wasn't me who wanted to touch it."

"Are you throwing the blame away so quickly? Fine, I asked you to touch my face. Does it feel good? Does it feel comfortable?"

When he asked this, Chen Chuchu actually thought about it carefully. It felt quite good, with delicate skin and no stubble to prick her hands.

But this question cannot be answered, for fear that he will become proud.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Sit still. How will people look at you if you act so spineless? Stretch out your hand, and I'll take your pulse."

Fu Haozhe didn't dare to act recklessly anymore and sat upright, as if the person who had been pestering her with questions before was another Fu Haozhe.

Rolling up his sleeves and stretching out his hand, Fu Haozhe placed his wrist on the pulse diagnosis table, and Chen Chuchu stretched out two fingers to take his pulse.

"Your pulse is fine, but you are a little weak. You may sweat easily when you sleep at night! I'll give you another prescription. Go home and take a few doses of the medicine. You will be fine after a while."

"Okay! I'll do as you say."

Fu Haozhe pulled down his sleeves and stared at Chen Chuchu, feeling warm inside. It was great to have a partner who knew Chinese medicine. He could tell what was wrong with her just by taking her pulse.

The girl he liked was really extraordinary. She could even learn Chinese medicine and could perform surgery independently at such a young age. Just now, Zhuang Guodong excitedly told him about the surgery she had performed alone a few days ago.

He also said that her ability was no worse than his, the director, and in some aspects, she might even be one step ahead of him. Judging from the fact that Zhuang Guodong praised her to everyone he met, his Chuchu was very special.

To celebrate her successful completion of a difficult operation, I plan to take her out for dinner, but I wonder if she will agree.

"Let me see how your wound is recovering."

Fu Haozhe obediently rolled up his sleeves to show her: "It's all healed, but it's still very itchy."

"That can't be helped. When new flesh grows on a wound, it will be a little itchy. Don't scratch it. I'll get you some alcohol and cotton swabs to take back. If it itches badly, use alcohol to disinfect it."

The wound had indeed healed, revealing a pink scar. Chen Chuchu took the alcohol cotton and applied it to his wounds one by one.

Fu Haozhe was as obedient as a lazy cat and had no objection no matter how she manipulated him.

"Chu Chu! You have time to rest at noon, right? After work, I'll take you out for dinner."

After saying this, Fu Haozhe looked at Chen Chuchu nervously, afraid that she would be unhappy.

Although he kept coming close to her, using his own little tricks to make trouble and "force" her to stay by his side, he was still afraid inside.

I was afraid that she wouldn't adapt, that she would be disgusted, that she would feel disgusted, that she would ignore me.

Chen Chuchu looked up and asked suspiciously, "Your money and tickets are all with me, what are you going to use to treat me to a meal?"

Seeing the sneer on her lips, Fu Haozhe reached out his hand and pinched it. It felt soft, silky and bouncy. He felt like he was not pinching Chen Chuchu's face, but a freshly peeled egg.

I didn't expect a girl's face skin to be so delicate, like tofu. I was really afraid of accidentally crushing it.

His face turned red for no apparent reason. He let go of her hand and lowered his head, extremely nervous: “I, I, I still have more.”

As he spoke, he took out a handful of money and bills from his trouser pocket and handed them to Chen Chuchu. His heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat.

He had never been so nervous in his life. Even when facing the enemy for the first time, he was not nervous at all, as if the person standing in front of him was a training target.

I had only one belief in my heart and soul: kill him, I must kill him.

If he doesn't die, he will be the one to die.

After successfully completing the first mission, he became bolder and bolder. He dared to take on any mission and had to complete it once he accepted it.

He had never taken life and death to heart, and his heart had never been so excited.

If his enemy could make him so emotional, he might have died long ago. Fortunately, the person he was facing was not an opponent, but the lover with whom he would share his life in the future.

"Why are your hands shaking? Did you do something wrong?" Chen Chuchu looked at the trembling, extremely guilty hands, her eyes full of suspicion.

"Ah? Something to feel guilty about? I don't have any."

Fu Haozhe secretly struggled with his disobedient hands, trying hard to stop them from shaking, but it was a waste of effort and he didn't know why his hands were shaking.

"They're just so excited to see you."

"What are you excited about?"

Chen Chuchu didn't take the money and bills from him. They must be the leftovers from his mission. This man was really sincere. He didn't keep a penny in his pocket and gave it all to her.

He presented everything he had to her like a treasure. Such a person deserves to be treated sincerely. It's just a little childish. He pinched the corner of her mouth and was so nervous.

You can tell at a glance that he has never had any contact with lesbians in his daily life. If he is a veteran who hangs out with women, he would probably say all kinds of disgusting things.

"Their owners are excited that they have finally found their other half." Fu Haozhe looked at Chen Chuchu sincerely, with admiration in his eyes, "Chuchu! I'm very nervous, my heart is beating very fast, feel it, I've never been so nervous before."

Pulling her hand and placing it on his heart, Chen Chuchu could really feel the strong beating. Her hand stayed there for a moment, then stroked it, and Fu Haozhe felt as if his whole body was electrified, and he shuddered and almost lost his balance.

"Don't be nervous. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Inhale and exhale. Repeat this twenty times. Then you won't be nervous when you see me next time."

Fu Haozhe did as he was told, still holding Chen Chuchu's wrist, not letting her take it away, and letting her touch his chest.

Happiness seemed to overflow from my chest, and my mind was filled with brilliant fireworks blooming.