Beiou followed him, closed the door, and asked doubtfully:
"Master, you were obviously jealous just now. You just didn't want the young lady to have other people's flowers in her room. You should tell the truth, and your relationship will definitely be eased!"
Fu Yi took off his suit jacket and hung it on the floor rack, then tugged at his tie.
“There’s no need to ease up just yet.”
That's fine.
Thinking of Quan Qiao's cold face, she is completely different from the one in my memory.
He was so upset that he simply pulled off his tie and strode into the shower room.
Fu family.
Jian Chan watched through the surveillance video, patted Fu Mocheng's thigh and said:
"These two kids must be having a conflict! They must be having a conflict!"
Fu Mocheng's eyes were deep.
With Fu Yi's looks, which woman would dare to have a conflict with his son? Which person would dare to be so indifferent to his son?
There is only Quan Qiao!
He said thoughtfully, "Perhaps Quan Qiao is extremely skilled and is playing hard to get."
"Playing hard to get?" Jian Chan frowned. "Could she be that kind of person? Why doesn't she look like that to me?"
If he was playing hard to get, he should have stuck to Fu Yi last night under the influence of alcohol...
Fu Mocheng thought for a moment, then held Jian Chan's hand soothingly:
"We can only observe and observe for a while, there should be other clues."
Jian Chan said "hmm", and the two of them stayed in front of the TV again.
Rather than whether Quan Qiao was playing hard to get, she was more curious about what conflict had arisen between the two of them that had caused their relationship to become so strained...
Quan Qiao still hasn't asked Fu Yi for help. Can she really solve the prosthetic limb planning project with her own ability?
Medical research room dormitory.
After taking a quick shower, Quan Qiao sat on the sofa in the living room and started working.
It really took overtime to make significant progress on the prosthetic limb in just one week.
Xiran poured her a cup of hot water and said tentatively:
"Miss, I can actually tell that Master Fu Qi was just jealous, but he was too embarrassed to say it.
And he is also very worried about your nightmares. If you hadn't interrupted him just now, Mr. Fu Qi would definitely say that he would treat you every night.
Actually, Master Fu Qi is a pretty good person... It seems like you two have been at odds for so long, it's time to do that..."
Quan Qiao tapped the keyboard carelessly and said indifferently:
"Maybe he's about to wake up and find the answer he wants, but I may not."
Xiran frowned.
What do you mean by this, miss?
It seems too profound...
She was stupid and couldn't figure anything out, so she could only go back to her room and sleep.
Quan Qiao continued to busy himself with designing and determining the precision of each step so that when Eugene Jeffrey's materials arrived, they could be assembled perfectly the first time.
She was busy until two o'clock in the morning.
Staying up late is a common thing for her. She sits on the sofa with the computer on her legs and headphones on, looking lazy and indifferent.
Although Fu Yi's room is opposite to Quan Qiao's, standing at the window of the living room, one can clearly see a faint light on Quan Qiao's side.
It's so late and she's still awake?
Like last night again?
Xi Ran's words echoed in his ears, and his brows furrowed little by little.
Finally, he picked up his phone and called Xiran.
The call was quickly connected, and Xiran's voice was dazed: "Hello..."
"Go and see what Quan Qiao is doing." Fu Yi ordered in a deep voice.
Xiran hummed, thought for a moment, and then answered:
"I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy. Master Fu Qi, you watch it yourself... Huhu... Huhuzzz..."
At the end, she was snoring.
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