Feng Lu was eating when she saw Fu Yan's message. She was so excited that she immediately put down her chopsticks and made a video call to him.
Fu Yan stared blankly at the video call that suddenly came in, then finally switched to a voice call.
Before he could speak, Feng Lu's voice came through the receiver: "Did you do it?"
Fu Yan frowned and pulled the phone a little away from his ear: "Yes, him..."
“Not bad,” Feng Lu interrupted him, “Who goes up and who goes down?”
“I just…” Fu Yan stammered.
"Are you officially dating?" Feng Lu didn't even let him finish speaking.
"Well, but could you please let me finish what I have to say first..." Fu Yan finally finished speaking a complete sentence.
Feng Lu held chopsticks in one hand and her phone to her ear with the other: "Okay, go ahead."
Fu Yan sighed and said in a low voice, "My brother seemed unhappy this morning..."
Feng Lu smiled knowingly: "Why?"
"He said my bedding was bad..."
"That means your skills are bad," Feng Lu commented, having pretty much figured it out.
Fu Yan: "..."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Lu continued to ask, "Have you taken any measures?"
Fu Yan hummed in agreement: "My brother taught me."
"That's fine then," Feng Lu said, realizing what was happening. "You need your senior to teach you this?"
"..." Fu Yan hesitated, he really didn't know how.
"Instead of taking good care of your brother, you're calling me?" Feng Luzui thought quickly.
Fu Yan was at a loss for words: "..."
"Alright, I think I know why you're angry, senior," Feng Lu said.
"Why?"
"Because you only cared about your own pleasure and didn't consider your senior's feelings at all..."
Fu Yan thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case yesterday.
"Have you taken any follow-up measures?" Feng Lu asked anxiously for him.
"What else... what else do I need to do?" Fu Yan stammered, like a child who had done something wrong.
Feng Lu was a little angry and wanted to swear, but he held back.
He sighed, "Being your boyfriend must be really unlucky..."
Fu Yan felt a lump in her throat from what he said. "What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?"
He didn't know if he had done it before, but this was the first time since he lost his memory, and he didn't understand.
Feng Lu didn't want to waste any more words with him. He decided to see this through to the end and put down his chopsticks to quickly tap on his phone screen.
Soon after, Fu Yan received news of Feng Lu's arrival.
A long paragraph of text.
Fu Yan looked at it for a while, and then Feng Lu sent him another message:
How many of these steps were taken: post-inquiry, post-cleaning, and post-inspection?
First of all, Fu Yan failed to do the first thing. He replied to Feng Lu: "My brother fell asleep halfway through yesterday. How can I ask him?"
Feng Lu felt like his heart was on fire, and he had an urge to smash his head against a block of tofu. His fingers were practically on fire as he typed on the keyboard: Damn it, he just fainted! He didn't just fall asleep!
"Aaaaaah—" Feng Lu roared, "How can there be such a naive... such a stupid person in this world!"
He was on the verge of tears, his heart burning with anxiety.
In contrast, Fu Yan, because Feng Lu sent a text message, could not feel Feng Lu's roar and anger. His expression was calm, but his heart was full of guilt.
Has she fainted?
Fu Yan blinked. Had he used too much force yesterday?
He thought he would ask Xiao Xin properly after she had slept for a while.
He didn't believe Feng Lu's one-sided account.
Seeing that he hadn't replied to the message, Feng Lu already guessed what Fu Yan was thinking.
He immediately dialed Fu Yan's number.
Fu Yan answered the phone, his tone indifferent: "Hello?"
"What the hell are you waiting for? You haven't replied for ages because you're thinking of asking your senior later, have you?"
"Is that not allowed?" Fu Yan asked calmly.
Feng Lu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "What kind of weird species are you from? You'll never have a wife if you keep acting like this!"
"Is my brother...my wife?" Fu Yan asked.
"So you didn't read any of the information I sent you? 'Wife' is just a term, it doesn't have to be male or female, OK?"
“OK…” Fu Yan sensed the anger in his voice and unconsciously lowered his voice.
Feng Lu suppressed her anger and tried her best to remain calm: "Did you clean it up for your senior?"
“Hmm…” Fu Yan replied, “I just washed it.”
Feng Lu was speechless with anger. He wiped his face angrily and gritted his teeth, saying, "That thing will get sick if you keep it. Didn't you notice he had a fever this morning..."
Fu Yan thought for a while. He did find that Xiao Xin was very hot when he gave him a bath that morning.
"I just took a shower, and my temperature has gone down a bit..."
"Now! Immediately! Right now! Go see your senior, or you'll be in big trouble!"
Fu Yan didn't dare to delay and ran into Xiao Xin's bedroom with his phone in hand.
He lay by the bedside, looking at Xiao Xin's face, which was flushed red, and his heart skipped a beat.
He touched Xiao Xin's forehead; it was indeed burning hot.
"What should we do? My brother seems to have a fever..." Fu Yan said anxiously into the phone.
"Where do you live..." Feng Lu asked.
Fu Yan quickly gave an address.
Twenty minutes later, Feng Lu arrived at the alley entrance with his private doctor.
When Fu Yan received Feng Lu's call, he immediately went downstairs and ran to the alley to meet her.
Five minutes later, Fu Yan arrived at the bedroom with his entourage.
The doctor examined Xiao Xin's condition, then gave him an injection and hung an IV drip at the head of his bed.
He was almost done, and standing by the bed, he said to Fu Yan, "The patient has a fever. An IV drip and some fever reducers will do..."
Fu Yan nodded his thanks.
"By the way, avoid greasy food and eat light meals."
Fu Yan nodded: "Okay."
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