She was still so good to him.
Without hesitation, Xiao Xin replied, "Because you were injured because of me, of course I have to take care of you."
Fu Yan thought his answer was fine. He wanted to ask Xiao Xin why he was injured, but he was afraid of bothering Xiao Xin, so he didn't ask.
Xiao Xin saw him looking puzzled and silent, and then suddenly stopped talking, so she knew that his little brain was thinking wildly again.
"Doesn't thinking so much give you a headache?" Xiao Xin asked him.
Fu Yan shook his head: "It doesn't hurt for now."
Xiao Xin took out his phone, lay down on the sofa, and started playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) again. While tapping the phone screen, he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "Okay, then ask if you have any questions. Don't just keep thinking about it to yourself, or your head will start to hurt again."
Fu Yan blinked at him: "Brother, won't you get annoyed if I ask too many questions?"
Xiao Xin paused in her phone play and looked up at him: "That's not necessarily true, it depends on my mood."
Seeing his response, Fu Yan continued, "Brother, why did I get hurt because of you?"
Xiao Xin looked at her phone and replied, "Because you're stupid."
He was unaware of this matter to begin with, so he can't be entirely blamed on Xiao Xin.
Fu Yan: "..."
Xiao Xin felt his cold gaze, looked up and met Fu Yan's eyes for a second, but only for a second before Xiao Xin backed away.
He continued playing on his phone as if nothing was wrong, ignoring Fu Yan's terrifying gaze.
Xiao Xin suddenly seemed to remember something and added, "By the way, you can't blame me after you regain your memory. Your injuries are mainly your own fault..."
Hearing his words, Fu Yan felt a little sad, but he didn't know the specific reason.
He instinctively reached out to scratch his wound, but Xiao Xin kicked his hand away.
"Don't scratch me, or I'll tie you up!"
Xiao Xin rolled his eyes at him; he didn't want to have worked for nothing.
Fu Yan looked at the foot that was still resting on his thigh and reached out to grasp the slender white ankle.
Xiao Xin instinctively pulled his ankle back, but Fu Yan pressed his foot down even tighter.
Xiao Xin's ankles were cold, but his hands were hot.
Fu Yan suddenly asked, "Brother, why are your feet so cold?"
Xiao Xin is prone to feeling cold; her ankles get icy cold when the weather gets cold.
Seeing that Fu Yan's hands were quite warm, he figured his abs must be even warmer, and couldn't help but laugh and ask, "What, are you going to warm them up for me?"
Fu Yan didn't answer, but instead lifted his shirt and placed Xiao Xin's feet on his stomach.
Xiao Xin tried to pull his leg away, but couldn't. He felt the firm abdominal muscles under his foot and couldn't help but tease him, saying, "Damn, you really are covering up."
Is this considered bullying an honest person?
Seeing the smile on his face, Fu Yan smiled back and said, "It's nothing, brother, it's nothing."
He's happy as long as Xiao Xin is happy.
Xiao Xin didn't want to pay attention to him, so he turned over and continued playing his game. He was too lazy to bother with him anymore.
Thinking this through, Xiao Xin still said, "Fine, you can cover it up if you want, just don't beat me up once you regain your memory."
Stimulated by Xiao Xin's cold feet, a warm current began to gather in Fu Yan's lower abdomen.
A tingling sensation spread from his spine. Fu Yan gently stroked his cold ankle with his fingertips, his gaze growing increasingly deep. He chuckled softly, "No."
He won't beat up Xiao Xin.
...
A week later, the doctor saw that Fu Yan's wound had almost healed and praised him, saying, "Young people are so healthy and recover so quickly. There's nothing seriously wrong with the wound, so you can be discharged."
Upon hearing that he could be discharged from the hospital, Fu Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, doctor."
The doctor nodded and added a couple more instructions: "Try to avoid getting water on your head, and be careful when you take a shower."
Fu Yan smiled at Xiao Xin, then said to the doctor, "Okay, I'll tell my brother to be careful."
Xiao Xin, who was daydreaming, suddenly snapped back to reality and looked at Fu Yan: "What the hell? Why do I need to pay attention?"
Fu Yan watched the doctor leave the ward, ignoring Xiao Xin's question, and said to him, "Brother, I can be discharged now. Wait for me a moment, I'll pack my things and we'll go home."
Seeing Fu Yan busy collecting clothes, Xiao Xin yawned but didn't say anything.
Fu Yan looked energetic and didn't seem like a patient at all.
Xiao Xin, on the other hand, had dark circles under his eyes and looked rather listless and unwell.
He's been sleeping on the sofa these past few days, but he hasn't been sleeping well; he's rolled onto the floor several times.
But compared to sleeping in the same bed as Fu Yan, he felt that the sofa was the safest option.
During Fu Yan's hospitalization, Yu Muqing instructed him to keep a close eye on Fu Yan, and he dared not relax or be negligent, so he could only stay in the ward.
Now that Fu Yan has been discharged from the hospital, he can finally regain his personal freedom temporarily.
Xiao Xin had already planned it out. After Fu Yan started school in three weeks, he probably wouldn't need to take care of him anymore. After that, he would keep a close eye on Fu Yan's memory recovery and run away as soon as the opportunity arose.
As for the "two hundred million," now that Fu Yan is in this state, he has to discuss it with the manager again.
This sweet potato is too hot to handle; he can't handle it, so it's best to throw it away as soon as possible.
As for the money, he'll take it one step at a time and pay it back slowly.
He didn't want to take the risk and end up losing his life.
Xiao Xin doesn't really value his own life; the key is Xiao Lin. No matter what, he would never abandon his father alone.
While Xiao Xin was still in a daze, Fu Yan grinned broadly at him.
Looking at his silly appearance, Xiao Xin suddenly had a wicked thought: why not swindle some money from this kid and then run away?
Startled by this idea, Xiao Xin shook his head again. He definitely couldn't try to take money from Fu Yan. If he dared to take money from Fu Yan, Fu Yan would dare to kill him.
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