Hearing this, Fu Qichuan seemed a little stunned and frustrated.
After a moment, he looked at me in surprise and asked, "You didn't even lie?"
"You rarely lied before."
I smiled and responded calmly.
I've heard it too much before.
He has always been someone who disdains even deception.
"She ran away from home, and I want to find her."
"She's divorced, and I'm afraid she'll be upset."
"She had an accident while racing, and I'm worried if I don't check on her."
Later, there was no need for a reason, just: "I want to see her."
She will always be his elder sister.
He can't just ignore it.
It seems that as long as there is such a relationship, if I care about it even a little bit, I will be considered petty, let alone stopping it, which is probably no different from murder.
…
Quite ironic.
So this is what is called "boomerang" on the Internet.
Fu Qichuan probably never thought that this day would come.
The cutlery in his hand loosened and hit the porcelain plate with a clang. The sound was very crisp and seemed very abrupt in the restaurant where only the melodious music could be heard.
He rarely lost his composure, his voice hoarse, "Do you really have to?"
"?"
I stood up with my bag, half-jokingly saying, "That's you being unreasonable. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave before. Besides, I'm single now."
Since it's a boomerang.
It’s better to buy one and get one free.
I didn't bother to look at his expression again and strode out of the restaurant.
I parked my car at the nursing home. Today is a holiday and the traffic outside is terrible.
If I go back to pick up the car and then leave it there later, it will take another two or three hours.
Simply go find Zhou Fang directly.
Even for online taxis, I had to wait in line for a long time before I could get on one.
The crowd was crowded, and there were many young couples on the roadside. They were walking and suddenly kissed each other, then smiled foolishly at each other.
It’s great to be young.
Love is sincere and frank, which makes people envy it.
When I arrived at the place where Zhou Fang gave me the location, I suddenly realized that this was the same residential complex as the one he gave me two years ago.
I got off the car and sent him a message.
[Sister Zhou Qing, what's the house number?]
The other end replied immediately, [Building 6, Unit 1, 5th Floor]
Same building, same room.
Downstairs from me.
If there wasn't one household per floor, it would probably be right across the street.
I put away my phone, found the door as if I were familiar with it, and rang the doorbell.
As if on purpose, I waited for several minutes before the door was finally opened from the inside, accompanied by a lazy "Who is it?"
The man with the voice was leaning casually in his wheelchair, with a harsh and sharp face. He looked lazy and casual, but showed a bit of impatience.
I pretended not to know and said, "Sister Zhou Qing said your legs hurt, so she asked me to come and see you for her."
He raised his eyelashes and looked at me. "I don't need it."
"Oh, okay."
I nodded, curling my lips, "Then I'll be leaving first."
Having said that, I turned around.
A bony hand grabbed my wrist and, with a little force, brought me into the house.
At the entrance, I steadied myself and said, "Isn't it necessary?"
Zhou Fang's eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he said in a cold tone: "My legs suddenly hurt just now, and I need it again, is it not okay?"
"OK."
I smiled and nodded, pointing to a pair of slippers on the ground. "Can I wear them?"
"Zhou Qing."
Zhou Fang controlled the wheelchair, reached out to open the shoe cabinet, and took out a pair of new slippers from the top layer and gave them to me. "You wear these."
"good."
I kicked off my high heels and was changing when Zhou Fang said with a half-smile, "I heard that you and Fu Qichuan spent Chinese Valentine's Day together?"
"no."
I'm not sure what happened two years ago, but this is a convenient time, so I'm honest: "He brought in a specialist from abroad. He examined Grandma at the nursing home today. He said she'll be cured in a month at most."
"So, you're doing this out of gratitude?" he inquired.
"What else?"
I changed into my home slippers and dragged his wheelchair to the living room.
Zhou Fang sneered, "Who would thank someone so much as to go to a couple's restaurant to express their gratitude?"
I was slightly stunned. "Couples' restaurant?"
I stayed in Jingcheng for a very short time and didn't know much about restaurants. I thought it was just a French restaurant with a better environment.
Zhou Fang glanced at me, "Don't you know?"
I answered truthfully: "I don't know. Before I got to the mall, I didn't know today was Chinese Valentine's Day."
I've been single for two years and no longer care about these holidays.
Zhou Fang's expression remained nonchalant, but his tone was no longer as cold. "Stupid as always."
“…”
I didn't want to argue with him, so I took the blanket off his legs, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and started massaging his calves. As I was massaging, I suddenly felt something was wrong. "Why is your leg injury getting worse?"
Logically speaking, a broken bone should get better with healing.
Zhou Fang glared at me, not knowing what he was thinking. "It's all your fault."
"Blame me?"
I frowned. "What does it have to do with me? Could it be that your leg injury is serious?"
This sentence touched a certain spot in him, and he got annoyed. "...Shut up, you noisy fellow."
“…”
I didn't want to say it at first, but something came to my mind and I had to say, "Do you remember the person Shen Xingyu found before, the one who took my place?"
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