I didn't hear it completely, but I clearly understood what he wanted to express.
A certain place in my body that had been calm for a long time almost fell again.
Nails scratched across the palm of the hand.
The subtle pain awakened a trace of rationality, "Is the blowing done?"
Fu Qichuan carefully ran his fingertips through his hair twice, "Well, it's almost done."
The sound of the hair dryer disappeared and the room became quiet.
I nodded, "Um...thank you."
He suddenly hugged me from behind, his lips pressed against my ear, and asked cautiously and ambiguously, "Did you hear anything I said?"
For a man of destiny like him, this might be the first time he has apologized to someone like this.
Unlike the simple and careless "I'm sorry" in the past, this time he really lost face.
I really want to give in, but I'm too scared. I'm afraid that I'll be like a moth to a flame again, and that I'll repeat the same mistake.
I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and spoke under the instigation of reason: "I heard it. But, Fu Qichuan, some choices have been made and they are done. There is no turning back."
I have loved him for eight years, and now, I want to love myself more.
The pride that men are born with seemed to be extinguished inch by inch as I said this.
He was stunned for a moment, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his voice extremely hoarse, and he only uttered one word in a low voice, "Okay."
"Today's events..."
I ignored the uncomfortable feeling in my heart as if it were being squeezed into a ball, gently broke free from his shackles, and looked at him with my head tilted. "Thank you. I, I'm fine, you can go."
He stared at me unwillingly and asked, "Just throw it away after use?"
I felt guilty when he looked at me, "So what do you want?"
"I also want to cook you a meal. Just consider it as my apology to you in person."
"Okay, do it!"
After I finished speaking, I walked past him and left the bathroom, burying my head in my work, trying to divert my attention.
When Fu Qichuan came out to cook, he glanced at the documents on my desk and asked, "Are you selling the house to start a company?"
"Um."
He would know about this sooner or later, there was nothing to hide. "However, it seems that the house is difficult to sell. The agent said that every time he saw it, the other party was very satisfied, but when he called again, there was no follow-up."
Speaking of this, I am also a little confused.
The location and layout of that apartment are excellent, and I haven't lived in it for long. But I take good care of it, and the decoration is no different from a brand new one.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be too difficult to do it.
Fu Qichuan touched his nose and looked away, "If that's the case, why did you return the money I transferred to you?"
"I don't want to get into a complicated relationship with you. You should just worry about the Fu family."
I told him the truth, "Besides, Jiang Lai is looking for investors. It would be great if we could find some."
"All right."
He responded thoughtfully, turned around, picked up a bag of raw meat and eggs on the dining table, and went into the kitchen to cook.
Thanks to Fu Jinan, he is indeed a good cook.
Soon, I smelled the fragrance.
About an hour later, four dishes and a soup were served.
I saw a table full of spicy and delicious dishes and was a little surprised. "Are they all spicy?"
Fu Qichuan doesn't eat spicy food, so he has never cooked these dishes.
He took off his apron and looked at me gently, "You are not the only one who can accommodate me. From now on, I can also accommodate you."
I was slightly stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Since he is willing, we can only let him go.
I was scared before and didn’t feel hungry, but now that I’ve calmed down and the dishes are all to my taste, I can’t help but feel hungry and concentrate on eating.
Halfway through, I looked at Fu Qichuan, whose face was red from the spiciness and whose nose was dripping with sweat, and said, "Drink some soup. There's no need to force yourself."
He took a big sip of water and asked, "So, have you been reluctant for the past three years?"
"no."
I shook my head.
What does it feel like to like someone? It means that you feel satisfied when you can have every meal with him.
Whatever he likes, I also like it.
Why does it feel forced?
Fu Qichuan's black eyes were bright and intimidating. "Me neither, eat quickly."
I couldn't bear it, "Your stomach isn't very good."
"You've been through this for three years. Can't I do it even once? You really underestimate me."
He spoke seriously.
I lowered my eyes, "It's up to you then."
After dinner, he took the initiative to wash the dishes, and I continued to work with peace of mind.
I don’t have an affair with Lu Shiyan. I would feel embarrassed if he washed the dishes. After all, we are just ordinary friends.
But he, I have taken care of him for three years, it’s not too much for him to cook and wash dishes now.
"Do you have any stomach medicine?"
While I was studying the style of the company's first batch of products, Fu Qichuan rubbed his stomach and slid into the sofa next to him.
I suddenly felt like laughing, so I made a cup of medicine and put it in front of him. "Didn't you say I look down on you?"
His stomach was damaged when he just took over Fu's company. No one from top to bottom obeyed him. In order to suppress the shareholders and his subordinates as quickly as possible, he was often so busy all day that he didn't even have time to eat.
I have to attend social events constantly, and often drink glass after glass of wine with an empty stomach.
It would be strange if my stomach didn't get upset.
Fu Qichuan stared at me and said, "You are becoming more and more different from before."
"What's the difference?"
He pursed his lips and said, "Before, when I had a stomachache, you couldn't laugh."
I was slightly startled, "At that time, I was too concerned and confused."
Seeing that he was not feeling well, I tried every possible way and looked up various dietary therapy methods. I made stomach-nourishing soup every day, but I didn't dare to show up in the president's office. I just waited for him to come and drink it.
He grabbed my arm and pulled hard, "So what now?"
I suddenly threw myself into his arms, and a familiar scent hit me.
The man's body temperature burned every inch of my skin, and my heart subconsciously stopped for a moment.
Ambiguity spreads.
I hurriedly got up and said, "Now, what I want to ask is, after you finish taking the medicine, it's almost time for you to leave, right? It's getting late."
This can't go on any longer.
Ruan Nanzhi, don't fall into his trap so easily again.
Fu Qichuan's expression visibly fell, his thin lips pressed into a line, and he said nothing.
"Drink it, it will get cold later."
I pointed at the medicine and turned to go to the room.
Just before entering the room, the man's voice sounded, slightly tense, "Can I not leave tonight?"
"I can only sleep on the sofa."
After I said this, I went into the room.
It's not safe for him to drive because of stomachache. If something happens, he has to blame me. It's so late, it's troublesome to ask Qin Ze to come and pick him up.
It's not because I'm soft-hearted.
This thought vaguely came to my mind before I went to sleep.
right……
I'm not soft-hearted.
The next day, I walked out of the room and saw the huge thing on the sofa, and then I came to my senses.
The memories of last night gradually came back to me.
The winter sun streamed in. The man was covered with a blanket, huddled on the sofa with his side facing away, breathing deeply. He looked surprisingly harmless.
However, it didn't last long.
His cell phone suddenly rang, and he woke up sleepily, picked up his phone, looked at the caller ID and answered it.
It should be Qin Ze, who hung up the phone after a few words.
Fu Qichuan glanced at the time, sat up, and looked at me, seeming a little melancholy. "It seems that only when I'm closer to you can I sleep so peacefully."
"But,"
I looked at him and said cruelly, "I can only feel at ease if I stay away from you."
He curled his fingers gently, stared into my eyes, and finished his words in a voice still hoarse from just waking up.
"You... still hate me?"
"It's not bad."
I can't say I hate it, I just want to live a more peaceful life.
I pursed my lips and said, "Are you free today? Let's go get the divorce certificate."
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