Chapter 143
Sensing that Song Zhouxing was sad, the dogs came over and rubbed against him.
"Xingxi, are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Ling touched his forehead. "Your face is very red, but your forehead is not hot."
"I'm not feeling unwell," Song Zhouqi said, "I just feel uncomfortable and don't want to stay at the banquet."
"Is someone giving you a hard time?" Sheng Xiaoxing's face turned cold and he rolled up his sleeves.
Song Zhouqi shook his head: "Not really."
Qiu Zijie saw that he was at a loss for words and said, "Since you don't want to stay, let's go. We've already come to the banquet and eaten a lot of delicious food, so it's not a wasted trip."
"Zijie and Xiaoxing, you guys take care of Zhou Xiao. I'll go talk to them," Jiang Ling said.
They naturally refer to the men from the Fu family.
Song Xingqi held Jiang Ling, her already red face turning even redder: "Don't tell Fu Chen."
Jiang Ling blurted out: "Why?"
"Because, because..." Song Xingqi was very embarrassed at this time. He recalled his own self-conceit and how he had pestered Fu Chen to sleep in the same room that night. He even felt so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground when he asked him why he didn't want to. He didn't have the face to see Fu Chen at all.
It's so embarrassing!
He couldn't stay there even for a second longer and just wanted to hide away like a quail.
"Okay, let's not talk about it. There's no rush." Jiang Ling put his arm around his shoulders, "Then let's just go."
The three good friends all understood that Zhou had the simplest mind among them. He would not get stuck in a rut or get entangled in anything unless he really encountered a big problem.
The four of them comforted the dogs, said goodbye to the furry children, and left through the side door of the hall in a low-key manner.
Xiao Zhou, who brought the fruit snacks, happened to see them leaving. His first thought was that the boys had already greeted the gentlemen, so he did not stop them. He said to the manor's dedicated driver who was helping to carry things, "Master, please give these toys to me. Drive slowly and be careful on the road."
"What?" The driver was puzzled.
"The young gentlemen are about to leave," Xiao Zhou Teng was unable to take any action and could only nod his lips.
The driver looked at them and suddenly realized that the boy was going to be sent back, so he jogged to catch up with the four boys.
The boys greeted each other and said that it was this driver who picked them up when they came.
The driver said, "Sir, let me take you back."
Qiu Zijie expressed his gratitude.
The manor is not in the city, there is no bus stop outside, and the nearest bus stop is three kilometers away. They originally wanted to call a taxi, but it would be best if they could provide a drop-off service.
"Master, thank you for your help," Jiang Ling said.
"You're welcome, you're welcome. Wait for me at the door and I'll drive the car over."
After a while, the driver drove them away.
An ambulance rushed past them.
The round-faced man was bitten badly and fainted as soon as he entered the lounge. Fu Zhan asked several employees who helped to deal with the wound, but they all shook their heads and said they didn't know who he was. So they took a few photos of the man's horrible face and called an ambulance.
The bosses will always bring their families, lovers, good friends, etc. to the banquet, so it is normal to have unfamiliar faces.
But this person was bitten and no one came out to help him seek justice, so it is likely that he was alone.
Or, someone knows it but doesn't want to claim it.
[The face is sent to you, check who it is.]
Xue Hao, who often helped Fu Zhan investigate things, replied immediately: [Fourth Master, is that a face you sent me? Isn’t that a pig’s head?]
[It's a pighead who also checked the details.]
Fu Zhan quickly replied, walked out of the lounge, and looked towards the hall, but he didn't find his little fur ball.
"Second brother, have you seen my fur ball?"
"In the side hall," Fu Yu avoided Liu Guohao, but did not avoid other people who were looking for him to talk. He just got away and was about to go to the side hall to take a look at his Xiao Ha.
The two of them entered the side hall.
Just the dogs and Xiao Zhou.
Fu Zhan: "Where's Maotuan?"
Xiao Zhouyi had a question mark in his head, and he was stunned: "Didn't you ask the driver to take them back, Fourth Young Master?"
"We?" Fu Zhan was surprised and looked at Fu Yu.
Fu Yu looked at the third brother, and the third brother looked at the eldest brother who had just walked over.
Fu Chen: “?”
.....
On the way, the boys all received calls. When Sheng Xiaoxing saw the words "Brother Yan" on the screen, his face turned red and he hung up immediately. Jiang Ling lied that his brother had gone to the public toilet and didn't bring toilet paper. Qiu Zijie said that something happened at home.
"Which home are you referring to?" Fu Yu slowly exposed Xiao Ha's lie, "Your parents have been entangled in various things recently, and they are too busy to take care of you. As for our little home, it is empty."
"What? I can't hear you clearly," Qiu Zijie calmly changed his strategy, "Brother, the signal here is not very good."
"I said, the lottery at the banquet was specially prepared for you, but you left before it even started?"
"?"
“The prizes include luxury houses, cruise ships, notebooks…”
The boys' eyes lit up. Is it so good?
Qiu Zijie: "Even if the prizes are generous, we may not win them."
"The signal is good again?"
“The signal is sometimes good and sometimes bad.”
"That's a good reason," Fu Yu said, "I have the final say on whether you can win the grand prize."
"Second brother, do you mean to cheat?"
"I learned it from my elder brother."
“........”
"Of course the probability of a regular lottery is small, but it's not difficult to cheat at a banquet we host," the man openly stated his desire to cheat without feeling the slightest bit of shame.
Of course, the temptation is great, but in the face of the friendship between boys, these temptations are not worth mentioning.
Qiu Zijie: "Brother, I still can't hear you clearly. I'll hang up first."
Since the boys decided not to go back, Fu Yu had no choice but to give up and said, "I'll be home soon too."
"Okay," Qiu Zijie ended the call.
On the side, Song Xingqi also received a call from Fu Chen on his phone, but he hung up. He felt extremely embarrassed whenever he heard Fu Chen's voice, so he just replied saying that he was too sleepy and wanted to go home.
Fu Chen did not force him and told him to tell him when he got home.
[I understand Fu Chen.]
Song Zhouqi sent the message.
In order to find out what happened to Song Xingqi, the boys asked the driver to take them to the beverage shop where they often gathered. When they arrived at the quiet place with only friends, Song Xingqi confessed his misunderstanding. However, neither party was at fault in this misunderstanding and there was no way to correct it. Song Xingqi also asked his friends not to mention his misunderstanding to Fu Chen, so as not to embarrass him even more.
"But you are very important to the boss. He cares about you very much. If you ask for a relationship, I think he will agree."
Jiang Ling saw clearly that the eldest brother of the Fu family doted on Xingqi very much, like a treasure in his hand. He did not believe that this kind of feeling was just pure friendship.
Song Zhouxing's eyes were red and he didn't say anything.
Jiang Ling wanted to say something, but Qiu Zijie raised his head, held Jiang Ling's shoulders, and shook his head: "The week is very chaotic right now, and it will take some time to at least get over the embarrassment you feel."
Jiang Ling: "That's true."
Sheng Xiaoxing was completely blank when it came to emotions and couldn't say any words of comfort. He could only hold Song Xingqi's hand, the warmth of which could convey all the words.
The three of them sent Zhou Xing home.
When he entered the door, his father was waiting for him.
"Hey, my cigarette?"
"Mom, Dad has quit smoking on the surface, but he still occasionally smokes a cigarette behind your back," Song Zhouqi said loudly towards his parents' bedroom.
Song Junhao: “!!!”
It's really filial piety!!
Liu Xuan, who was practicing yoga in the room, rushed out with a feather duster, Song Junhao fled in the living room, and Song Xingqi returned to his room and dived into the bed, burying his head with the pillow and quilt, and from time to time, he could hear the sound of humming from under the quilt.
The next day, his eyes were swollen like two big walnuts.
Song Zhouqi looked at the mirror, sobbing a little in his throat.
He feels so uncomfortable.
He had never experienced such discomfort before. His heart felt sore and empty. These feelings made his eyes hot and his nose sour. He also felt very listless and his whole body seemed to be drained of strength. He couldn't muster the energy to do anything and his mind was in a fog.
He washed his face and then slowly brushed his teeth.
A special ringtone set for someone came from the room, the music was light and unique.
Fu Chen’s phone call!
Song Zhouqi turned around suddenly, his swollen eyes wide open.
At the same time, the awkward feeling of digging his toes into the ground came back. He couldn't answer the call, couldn't hear Fu Chen's voice, and his voice was very nasal now, and one could tell he had been crying as soon as he spoke. He ran back to the room with a toothbrush in his mouth, picked up the phone, and hung up after some inner struggle.
But if you don’t answer the phone, Fu Chen will ask again.
Song Zhouqi had to tell a little lie.
[Sorry Fu Chen, my throat hurts a bit and I don’t feel like talking.]
Fu Chen did not go to the group today, but he still got up at six o'clock. He drank tea and read the newspaper in the morning. He calculated that even if he wanted to sleep in during the week, it was almost time to wake up, so he made the call.
Who would have thought that I would be hung up again.
"............"
This is the fourth time he's been hung up on this week, following the banquet last night.
He also saw the message.
Sore throat? Cold?
"Chen Yuan," Fu Chen called out.
The boss was resting, and so was Chen Yuan, but it was only half rest, because he was also the housekeeper of the big villa. He put down his work, came in from the outer courtyard, and said, "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Chen said, "You are thoughtful. Tell me what medicine I should take to get better quickly if I have a sore throat due to a cold. I want the brand with the best effect."
"Well..." Chen Yuan pondered, "There seems to be no specific medicine for colds, and how quickly you recover depends on your physical condition. Mr. Fu, did you get sick on Friday?"
"Well, tell me your throat hurts."
After a brief thought, Fu Chen sent a message back: [I'll pick you up later and take you to the hospital.]
A sore throat may be caused by a common cold or a virus. The two symptoms require different medicines. Fu Chen would be worried if he didn't get checked and get the right medicine.
Song Zhouxing, who received the reply, became anxious.
How can this be possible? ! !
If Fu Chen came over, he would see his swollen eyes, and when he saw his swollen eyes, he would ask him why. Once he asked why, the embarrassing thing would be exposed.
No no no no no…
The little man's head in my mind shook like a rattle.
Da da da.....
My fingers are almost flying as I type.
[Fu Chen, my throat doesn't hurt anymore. It was just my illusion. I stayed up late last night watching TV series on my phone. I'm really sleepy now. I haven't gotten up yet. I'm going to bed. Good night!]
[I want to sleep for a day!]
[Already asleep!!!]
Fu Chen: “….”
As a particularly capable assistant, Chen Yuan had prepared a car and made an appointment at the hospital in minutes. Just as he was about to report, Fu Chen said, "No need to go to the hospital. Zhou Qi fell asleep."
"Ah?" Chen Yuan was stunned. "So fast?"
"He said so himself."
"............"
Whistling, Fu Zhan walked down the stairs in a cheerful mood, fixing his hair as he went down the stairs, looking very showy: "Morning, big brother."
"What do you mean early? Let me ask you," Fu Chen was not in a very good mood, "Has your hair changed since you went back home last night?"
"Changes? No."
"Are there any problems with your relationship?"
"Brother, don't curse me so early in the morning. What problems can there be between Maotuan and me?" Fu Zhan was in high spirits when he was in love. "We talked on the phone last night until two in the morning. I won't say more. I have to go pick him up."
Fu Chen called Fu Yan again: "Old Three, how are you and Duoduo doing?"
Fu Yan: "Duoduo finally ate the breakfast I brought him this morning."
That means the relationship is progressing.
Fu Chen asked the second brother again.
As soon as the phone was connected, the second brother said, "They are kissing."
Beep, hung up.
Fu Chen was silent, slowly stroked his hair, and was completely confused.
He and Zhou Xing are the only ones with a problem in their relationship? ?
.....
Song Zhouqi, who had lied, sat by the bed for a while, put his phone away, and then went to brush his teeth with his head down.
When he went out to have breakfast, his parents noticed his eyes and asked him why with concern. Song Zhouqi didn't want to lie to them, so he just remained silent.
Song Junhao's eyes rolled around, his mind raced, and then he slapped his thigh and said, "Son! You must have been heartbroken!"
"Broken heart?" Liu Xuan wiped her hands with her apron. "When did my son start dating? How come I didn't know?"
"Wife, how could you forget that before the college entrance examination, didn't someone give our son a pair of shoes?"
"Oh~~ So we're talking about it?"
"Obviously it's split now."
"Woo..." Song Zhouxing ran back to the room.
"Young people are young, they can't stand the slightest emotional setback," Song Junhao shook his head and sighed, taking the uneaten big bun from his son's bowl and showing it off. Seeing his wife picking up the feather duster again, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"I told you to bring up something that's not relevant to your conversation."
!!!
"Honey, I was wrong————"
The cries for mercy broke through the roof.
On this day, from the rising sun in the morning to the setting sun in the evening, and then until late at night, Fu Chen did not receive any text messages from Song Zhouqi.
Fu Chen couldn't sleep, so he stood on the balcony of the room and smoked a cigar.
After a while.
He sent a message to Zhou.
[Sunday, are you awake?]
After a long while, Zhou Xing replied: [I woke up, but I feel sleepy again.]
The man exhaled a puff of cigarette, and wisps of smoke swirled in front of his narrow eyes.
The next day, Fu Chen made another appointment with Zhou to eat fish: [The restaurant we ate at last time has a new chef. I heard that this chef is very good at cooking fish. Do you want to try it?]
Song Xingqi refused: [Sorry Fu Chen, I have already had lunch.]
Fu Chen: [Where's dinner?]
Song Xingqi: [We agreed to eat dumplings with my parents tonight.]
Day 3.
Fu Chen: [There is an art exhibition today. Do you want to go see it?]
Song Xingqi: [I’m sorry Fu Chen, I got a small fly in my eye when I went out with my mom to buy groceries this morning. It hurts a little, so I want to rest at home.]
Day 4.
Fu Chen: [On Sunday, Lao San's club has a competition, do you want to go? By the way, I'll teach you how to box.]
Song Zhou Xing: [Ah!!!]
Fu Chen: [What's wrong?]
Song Xingqi: [Unfortunately, Fu Chen, I accidentally sprained my ankle.]
Fu Chen: “………”
Is it sprained now?
"Mr. Fu, there are two documents that you need to look at immediately," Chen Yuan knocked and pushed the door open. He saw the man who was standing in front of the French window with his back to him slowly turned around, his face gloomy and terrifying.
Swoosh——
Chen Yuan retreated.
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