bookcurios Chapter 286 Can’t We Live Together?
Chapter 286 Can’t We Live Together?
After hearing this, Fu Keming stopped in surprise.
"What did you say?" he confirmed again.
Fu Ruoshi stood where he was. "I'm sorry. Please take care of yourself."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to the restaurant without saying anything else.
Fu Keming stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.
As far as he could remember, this was the first time Fu Ruoshi had sincerely expressed his concern and apologized to him. More importantly, this matter was not his fault from the beginning to the end, so he didn't need to apologize at all.
A strong sense of guilt surged into Fu Keming's heart.
He sighed and suddenly felt that he actually owed his son a lot over the years and had not given him the care he deserved.
Here, Fu Ruoshi returned to the restaurant.
He had something on his mind, so he sat down and took a large piece of braised pork ribs. Without caring about his image, he started to chew it with his hands.
"Hey? Where's Fu Keming?" Song Ailing asked curiously, "Where's your dad?"
"Let's go back to the company," Fu Ruoshi said as he buried his head in his meat. He also took the opportunity to get a big one for Wen Zhixia and put it in her bowl. "You eat it too. It's delicious."
Wen Zhixia couldn't help laughing when she saw him wolfing down the bones like a big fox dog.
"Thank you." She took it and started eating.
"Oh, it's true that boys can't be kept when they grow up," Song Ailing was actually quite happy when she saw the two of them flirting with each other. Only when the younger generations lived in harmony could there be hope for a better future.
She teased Fu Ruoshi nonchalantly, "You know to pick up some food for your wife, but you don't even know to pick one for your mother and your grandmother. You're such an ungrateful person."
She said this as a joke, but Wen Zhixia instinctively thought she was being sarcastic and subconsciously paused her chopsticks.
"Eat yours," Fu Ruoshi noticed her subtle movements, reached out and held her hand, and said to Song Ailing, "You're so close, take it yourself."
Song Ailing glared at him unhappily.
Things are different now. The Fu family's attitude towards Wen Zhixia is completely different from before.
After Fu Keming left, the atmosphere at the dinner table became relaxed.
Seeing that they were almost done eating, Bai Lan said to Wen Zhixia, "My daughter, you can stay here tonight. Grandma has prepared a room for you. The quilts and sheets are all new, and there is floor heating."
Wen Zhixia thought that it had been a long time since she came back to see her grandma, and if she left in too haste, it would seem unkind.
"Okay grandma, I'll go there myself after I finish my meal."
After dinner, Song Ailing sent Bai Lan back to her room, and Fu Ruoshi accompanied Wen Zhixia to the guest room.
The draft in the courtyard was very strong, and Wen Zhixia sniffed out of cold.
Fu Ruoshi took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.
"Come on, I'll take you a shortcut." Fu Ruoshi took her hand and led her deeper into the corridor.
Passing through an antique courtyard, the guest rooms are right next to it.
As soon as she entered the room, the refreshing scent of sandalwood lingered around her. Wen Zhixia took off her shoes and walked into the room. Her feet felt warm because of the floor heating. The facilities and decoration inside were very modern and cozy.
The key point is that there is only one single bed here.
very good.
"Thank you for sending me back," Wen Zhixia turned around and returned the clothes to Fu Ruoshi, "Good night, goodbye."
Seeing that she was about to drive the guests away, Fu Ruoshi frowned.
"No, what good night?" He said confidently, pointing at the bed, "Don't we live together? Where would I live if you kicked me out?"
In such a big old house, how could there not be room for you to live?
Wen Zhixia looked at him coldly.
Although Fu Ruoshi pretended to be pitiful, his trick only worked on girls who were not familiar with him.
In Wen Zhixia's eyes, he pretended to be pitiful like a fox pretending to be a dog.
No matter how flattering the expression is, no matter how droopy the ears are, the eyes are still cunning.
"Find a place to live on your own." Wen Zhixia spread her hands and said, "I still don't believe that grandma didn't leave a place for you, the eldest grandson, to stay."
Of course Fu Ruoshi has his own room.
But he just wanted to squeeze in with Wen Zhixia.
"That old house is so cold," he pleaded with a frown. "It's on the north side. I've lived there before. It leaks at night and the heater doesn't keep warm. I don't want to go there."
Wen Zhixia didn't buy his tricks. "Then find a room with good heating and no drafts."
Hey, why aren’t you eating anything?
Fu Ruoshi sat down next to Wen Zhixia in a gentle voice, "Didn't we sleep in the same bed at your house last time? It's no big deal. I can squeeze into this bed."
"How is it the same?" Wen Zhixia shook her head. "Last time, your fever was almost 40 degrees. Is it 40 degrees today? Okay, I said no, it's no. Go away. I have a few work emails to answer. Don't disturb me while I'm working."
Mr. Fu: I feel wronged! ! ! !
"Okay," he sighed, "I'm leaving now. Can you see me off?"
Wen Zhixia was concentrating on replying to an email, and dealt with it without even looking up. "What? You're leaving? Okay."
"..."
Fu Ruoshi sighed dejectedly and left the room.
After he left, Wen Zhixia gradually stopped the work in her hands.
She didn't mean to ignore him, but after seeing Fu Keming's condition tonight, she felt worried and uncomfortable, and felt that now was not a good time to flirt and chat.
After replying to her work email, she stood up, packed her things, and took a shower.
I had just finished washing and hadn't even blow-dried my hair when there was another knock on the door.
Fu Ruoshi's voice came from outside, "There is no hot water in my room, I want to take a shower here with you!"
What's the secret behind this?
Wen Zhixia opened the door speechlessly.
Fu Ruoshi was wearing a thin champagne-colored silk pajamas, her hair was slightly messy due to the wind, and under the night light in the corridor, her figure looked slender and strong, elegant and lazy.
The collar of his pajamas had two buttons open, allowing you to see his white and firm chest muscles underneath.
Wen Zhixia looked a little dazed.
He wouldn't really freeze himself to a fever of 40 degrees just to live with me, would he?
Wen Zhixia looked at him in shock.
Fu Ruoshi noticed her gaze and thought she was admiring his body.
I felt secretly proud of myself.
He liked to see Wen Zhixia's silly expression when she was obsessed with his sex appeal. He would get annoyed if others stared at him for three seconds. If Wen Zhixia stopped staring at him, he would be afraid that she would no longer be interested in him.
"Have you seen enough?" He said with a half-smile, "You've been watching for so long, can you let me in and take a shower?"
Wen Zhixia finally came to her senses.
"Oh."
She opened the door and let Fu Ruoshi in.
She herself had just taken a shower and her hair was not even dried yet, with water still dripping from the ends. Her snow-white cheeks were flushed like a peach due to the high temperature, and her skin became more translucent and radiant due to drinking enough water.
Fu Ruoshi looked at her, feeling a little angry in his throat.
Suddenly, everything went dark before my eyes.
A bath towel was thrown over his head, and then Wen Zhixia's slightly angry voice came, "What are you looking at? Go take a shower, and get out of here quickly."
Fu Ruoshi took off the towel angrily and went to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, he finished showering and came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.
Wen Zhixia half-leaned on the bed, looking at the electronic medical journal on her mobile phone, trying hard to ignore the small movements of someone swaying in front of her.
Still, she couldn't help but glance at him occasionally.
Fu Ruoshi has become much thinner recently, but his bones are slender and stretched. Even though he is thin, he looks lean and strong, with a thin back and narrow waist.
"The hair dryer is on the coffee table." Wen Zhixia pointed behind him.
Fu Ruoshi responded and picked up the hair dryer.
Just as he was about to open it, he suddenly said, "Do you think that there's something wrong with me lately?"