Xie Dingyuan's eyes fell on the hands of the two, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Ling Qingzhou quickly adjusted his state and calmly withdrew his hand.
Jiang Fuyue took advantage of the situation to straighten the cup: "Can I go?"
"Yes." Xie Dingyuan stepped forward, "The doctor prescribed an ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, twice a day, don't forget to apply it."
After finishing speaking, he calmly turned to Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng, and called out: "Uncle Ling, Uncle Yi."
This follows Jiang Fuyue's seniority.
Ling Qingzhou: "?"
Yi Hansheng: "..." That's outrageous!
Eyes meet, swords and swords.
Until Jiang Fuyue opened her mouth—
"Go back first."
Ling Qingzhou: "I'll see you off."
Xie Dingyuan: "No, I'm driving, and it's in the same neighborhood, so I'll drop by."
Ling Qingzhou frowned.
Yi Hansheng's fox eyes lingered between the two of them, with a mysterious expression.
In the end, Ling Qingzhou bowed his head first: "Okay, let's go first, let's talk about it next time."
"En." Jiang Fuyue nodded.
And next time...
The corners of Xie Dingyuan's mouth tightened suddenly, forming a sharp arc.
After the two left, he stepped forward without saying a word, stretched out his arms and hugged the girl horizontally, and clasped it in his arms.
Jiang Fuyue was caught off guard, conditioned to wrap around the man's neck: "...what are you doing?"
"Discharged."
"I can walk by myself without being hugged."
"The doctor said that if you walk less, you will recover faster."
Jiang Fuyue said seriously: "Walk less doesn't mean you can't walk."
Xie Dingyuan looked more serious than her: "But I don't want you to go."
Therefore, it is best to hold on.
Jiang Fuyue: "..."
Taking the elevator down to the first floor, the elevator door opened, and Xie Dingyuan just carried her through the payment hall grandly, all the way to the garage, put her in the car, and carefully fastened her seat belt.
There is inevitably a lot of attention here.
Jiang Fuyue was surprised by his calmness, "Aren't you afraid that everyone will recognize you?"
"So what if you recognize it?"
The girl blinked and elongated her voice: "Professor Xie, a dignified professor, is strutting around the market with the opposite sex in his arms. His reputation has been harmed, and the influence is bad?"
The man sat in the driver's seat, heard the words, raised his eyelids, his deep eyes fell on her face, and suddenly smiled—
"Which law stipulates that I cannot flaunt the opposite sex?"
"..." Well, not really.
"As for the victimization of wind reviews, I don't need anyone's evaluation. What I want to do and what I am willing to do have nothing to do with others."
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "I thought you lived like a benchmark..." In the eyes of the public, you are the most upright and standard existence.
Like a template.
Xie Dingyuan shook his head: "Too tired."
"But you've already taken that seat, haven't you?"
"No, the logic is wrong."
"?"
Xie Dingyuan: "I think the correct logic is, what did you do to get you to that position, not what you do to get to that position."
Jiang Fuyue will definitely watch him.
"What kind of eyes are you looking at?" The man thought it was funny and smiled to himself.
"I get it," she said, "you're not a benchmark."
Xie Dingyuan raised his eyebrows: "What is that?"
"Island."
No matter how big the waves are, the sea is ups and downs, he is always there, standing proudly and impartially.
…
Xie Dingyuan did receive a lot of scrutiny as he hugged Jiang Fuyue all the way.
Among them are Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng.
"Hey, did you start right away?"
Ling Qingzhou said nothing.
Yi Hansheng rolled his eyes, and said in a leisurely tone, "Looking at the posture just now, our lady didn't resist at all! Tell me, is she treating Xie Dingyuan..."
"Enough! You talk a lot!"
Ling Qingzhou scolded coldly, then strode away.
Yi Hansheng rubbed his chin: "Tsk, are you still angry?"
However, they left first, how did they bump into Xie Dingyuan
strangeness!
…
Inside the car, Jiang Fuyue was looking out the window, admiring the retrograde street scene.
Sudden-
"You picked up the car just now, why didn't you just take the elevator to the garage on the first floor?"
Want to pass through the payment hall on the first floor
Xie Dingyuan rolled his Adam's apple: "... I didn't notice."
Jiang Fuyue said "oh", no doubt about him.
…
Jiang Fuyue stayed at home for a few days, applied medicine on time every day, and soon became alive and kicking again.
It was winter, and the weather was getting colder.
At the end of January, Linhuai ushered in the first snow in ten years.
Although it has only been down for a day, it is not as exaggerated as goose feathers, and it melts immediately when it falls to the ground, but on the high branches, you can still see a pile of piles.
Because it couldn't reach it, it lay clean among the branches without being destroyed.
Brother Jiang had never seen snow before, and at first glance, he was overwhelmed with surprise, so he dragged Wu to go outdoors to do a live broadcast.
What else could Wu Qian, who was shivering in the cold with only a coat on, say
Looking at the broken child with shining eyes, of course he can only agree to him.
Just like that, Wu Qian, with a tripod in one hand and a fill light in the other, chased Jiang Xiaodi who was having fun all the way through the snow.
It was rare that both Jiang Da and Han Yunru were at home today, so the couple decided to make dumplings.
Jiang Da was in charge of mixing the stuffing, while Han Yunru was in charge of wrapping.
The squeezed dumplings are all round and cute. They are neatly placed on stainless steel trays, and they are quickly spread out one by one. There are hundreds of them.
Jiang Fuyue saw that there were so many of them, she was a little surprised: "So many?"
"Xiao Wu and several staff members are here, as well as Shen Xing. More food is enough. It doesn't matter if you can't finish it, just put it in a bag and seal it, and put it in the refrigerator for breakfast."
For dinner, everyone gathered in a lively circle, and there were several large plates of hot dumplings on the table.
The cold wind is howling outside the window, and the interior is warm as spring.
Wu Qian killed nearly fifty of them by himself, and Han Yunru served him four times and added the dipping sauce twice.
"As expected of Brother Jiang and Sister Han's craftsmanship, this can't be stopped at all!"
Han Yunru: "Eat slowly, if you don't have enough, you can still cook. The water on the stove is still warm, so are you—" As he spoke, he turned to greet the young staff members.
"Thank you, Aunt Han!"
"It's really delicious!"
"Well... I want to have a dish..."
"Pair it with this dipping sauce!"
Wu Qian leaned on the chair and patted his round belly: "It's hard to reduce the meat from the previous test dishes, and it will probably grow back after this meal."
Having said that, the movements of chopsticks were not slow, one after another—
Fragrant!
Brother Jiang didn't say much, because his mouth was very busy.
There was a stack of plates in front of him, all of which were eaten by him.
The little boy was sweating profusely, his face was red with greasy lips.
The two micro-cams next to him recorded the whole process of his cooking, edited it and put it on the self-media account tomorrow, and there will be another round of crazy likes and happy comments.
Eat, make money, do both.
Cooking is a master, that's right!
Jiang Fuyue: "... I'm done eating."
"Sister, you eat very little."
"Cough, it's indeed worse than you."
Brother Jiang's face was red, he was embarrassed...
"Mom, are there any dumplings?"
"Yes, there are more than a hundred left, what's the matter?"
"I'll go to the kitchen to cook some, cough...give it away."
Han Yunru didn't ask any more questions, she got up and walked to the kitchen, "I'll come, you bring the packing box."
"No packing box." Jiang Fuyue ran to the living room, and quickly brought in an insulated bucket, "Use this."
"Huh? Where did it come from? But it's okay, put it in an insulated bucket, and it will still be hot when you eat it. But you can't leave it for too long, or it will get mushy."
Han Yunru placed twenty first and asked her, "Is that enough?"
Jiang Fuyue was not too sure about someone's food intake, thinking about Wu Qian and several staff's cooking posture: "Ten more."
"Okay." Han Yunru nodded, vaguely guessing in her heart that it was for a boy.
I just don't know which boy is so good that she can make her precious daughter with eyes above her head deliver dumplings in person.
Is it... the one surnamed Zhong? Or the one with the surname Yi
After the dumplings were cooked, they were put into an insulated bucket, and Han Yunru thoughtfully prepared dipping sauces for them.
"Thank you mom!" Jiang Fuyue carried it in her hand, wrapped her scarf and went out.
"Be careful on the road, stay safe—"
"knew."
The cold wind hits the face, like a knife blowing, it can cool people from head to toe.
Regardless of the neighbors, there is still a distance between the two villas.
After Jiang Fuyue walked a few steps, she ran into a battery car patrolled by property management personnel, took a ride, and stopped at the entrance of the villa.
The lights on the second floor indicate that there are people in the house.
She pressed the electric doorbell, and after a while, the door opened from the inside.
The man looked surprised: "Why are you here?"
Half of Jiang Fuyue's face was huddled in the scarf. Hearing this, she picked up the thermos and shook it lightly in front of him, "Return the things."
"It's too cold outside, let's talk when you come in." After saying that, he took her hand and walked inside.
Jiang Fuyue forgot to break free for a while, and was just dragged into the house by him.
Xie Dingyuan took the thermos from the girl's hand and put it on the shoe cabinet.
There was a sudden movement, and he picked it up again, and weighed it. The weight was wrong, and there was obviously something in it.
"Bring it for me?" The man's eyes immediately filled with a smile, and the corners of his mouth lifted.
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Two watches, three thousand words.
There is another update at twelve o'clock.
Xie Gou's scheming has always been calm, secretly rubbing, whispering quietly!