Mingxi took the address and came to a high-end community by the river beach. It looked like a cbd office building from the outside. When he walked into the building, he found that it was a floor-to-ceiling apartment.
She went to the security guard to explain the situation. The security guard took the walkie-talkie and probably had a call with Fu Yangxi before taking her to the top floor duplex.
Mingxi stood outside the door, carrying a bag of antipyretics, and rang the doorbell.
After a while.
The door was opened from the inside.
Fu Yangxi's red hair was wet, and her hair was scattered on her forehead. She wrapped herself in the quilt and opened the door.
The lights were not turned on at the entrance, the weather was thunderstorm, the light was dim, his lips were pale and peeling, and his face was flushed abnormally.
In short, it looks like he is sick and no one cares.
Mingxi looked up at him and was shocked: "Brother Xi, why is your hair wet? You have a fever and you wash your hair?! Don't you die?"
Fu Yangxi rubbed her forehead, and instead of answering, she asked indifferently, "Why are you here?"
Mingxi didn't notice the strangeness in him, and looked in directly: "Ke Chengwen said you are sick, is there anyone in your family—"
The probe took a look inside, and Mingxi was sure that there was no one in Fu Yangxi's family.
It's really deserted on the jump floor, the curtains are drawn, the living room is empty with no furniture at all, and there is no TV background wall, just sofas and white walls, and it seems that two hundred square meters only bought a floor.
The marble table on the other side of the open cooking table is also like new, and the warranty label on the refrigerator has not been torn off.
Fortunately, she came, otherwise this—Fu Yangxi, what did he eat at night? Do you still eat takeout when you are sick
Before she could see clearly, she was pushed out by Fu Yangxi's finger against her forehead.
His fingers on his forehead were hot.
Fu Yangxi didn't let her in.
"Aren't you going to meet the people you want to see in the Hundred Schools League? You still have time to come to my deskmate like me." Fu Yangxi said hoarsely.
"Ah?" Mingxi was stunned: "I have finished reviewing during the day I want to review, and now I have time after school. I heard that you are sick, I will-"
Fu Yangxi interrupted her with a sad expression: "I'm not sick, what does it have to do with you? Do you care?"
Mingxi: ? ?
what with what
Burnt out? !
I haven't seen each other for a day, and I suddenly speak strangely.
Mingxi was afraid that his brain was really burned out, so he anxiously pulled the medicine bag onto his wrist and pushed him inside: "Hurry up, dry your hair! Go to bed and lie down!"
Accidentally pushed a little hard, Fu Yangxi stumbled, and the hot breath pressed down.
Mingxi hurriedly supported him.
"How much weight do you have?!" Mingxi asked with difficulty, she felt like the top of Mount Tai and was almost crushed to the ground, her height of 1.7 meters was like a small bamboo shoot swaying in the wind, which could be broken at any time: "I usually look at you when I look at you. Obviously so thin-"
"I'm 1.88 meters tall! Go ask the other boys who are 1.88 meters tall!" Fu Yangxi said angrily, "In addition, the quilt weighs 20 pounds!"
He was filled with righteous indignation, thinking to himself, let Liyao be light, let him be thin.
Even if you don't like him, you still despise him for being fat.
"You don't need to help me." Fu Yangxi was furious, she threw off Mingxi's hand, turned and walked inside.
Mingxi: "…"
Mingxi closed the door, took off her schoolbag, and looked left and right. There was no coffee table in Fu Yangxi's huge duplex apartment, so she had to throw her things on the ground first.
Fu Yangxi sat down heavily on the sofa.
Mingxi walked over, Fu Yangxi was hot all over, and even when she was wrapped in a quilt, she could feel a heat wave.
She raised her hand and touched his neck, and was so hot that she retracted her hand, thinking to herself, sorry, I have to go to the hospital.
Mingxi hurriedly said to Fu Yangxi, "Hasn't the private doctor been here before? Or should I accompany you to the hospital?"
"Don't go to the hospital." Fu Yangxi glanced at her, her eyes were red, and her face was complicated for some reason, with anger, anger, desolation and injury.
He turned his head heavily: "Don't touch me."
Mingxi: "…"
Mingxi felt that he was confused and didn't want to make trouble with him.
"Forget it. It's not good to go out for the wind when it's raining outside, so let's get rid of the fever at home first. Do you have boiling water at home?"
Mingxi said that he went to the entrance to turn on a light, and went to the cooking table to find water.
After finding that there was no hot water, she tiptoed to find a kettle in the closet and started boiling water.
Mingxi swiftly boiled water with his hands and feet, and urged: "You quickly blow your hair first, put a fever-reducing patch after blowing, drink hot water and take medicine and go to bed to sleep. It's good to sweat."
After a few minutes, the water gurgles to a boil.
Mingxi thought that Fu Yangxi had also gone into the bathroom to blow her hair, and turned her head away, who knew that he was still sitting on the sofa with a pale face, staring at him inexorably.
His eyes were red and he looked as if he had experienced the end of the world.
Mingxi: "…"
Isn't it just a cold? Why is it like falling out of love? !
However, Mingxi remembered that he was drunk last time and vomited on him, so he didn't have the confidence to teach him a lesson.
Mingxi found a glass, poured a glass of hot water, and went to the bathroom to get a bath towel and a hairdryer - the water on the bathroom tiles was still dry, and Fu Yangxi still had just washed her hair
Mingxi couldn't understand his brain circuits, why would he wash his hair when he was sick.
She walked to Fu Yangxi, handed him the hot water, and asked him to hold it in his hands: "Drink some water, your lips are very dry."
Fu Yangxi took the water, like an eggplant hit by frost, and kept her head down.
Mingxi picked up a bath towel and put it on his head, and wiped the water for him indiscriminately.
The shampoo Fu Yangxi used didn't know what it smelled, but it turned out to be the faint pine scent on his body, mixed with some gardenia scent, which was refreshing and pleasant.
But wiping his hair, he felt his forehead hot under his fingertips, Mingxi didn't have the heart to care about his luck or anything, he just wanted him to dry his hair quickly, lie on the bed, wrap in the quilt and sweat .
Fu Yangxi stared at the ground and thought bitterly in her heart that the small mask was very good to him, but she regarded him as the boss.
She didn't like him at all.
What is good about Shen Liyao, is he taller? Is he rich
"Brother Xi, are you using this bath towel to wipe your hair? I'll take it casually." Only after drying Mingxi did he remember the question.
Fu Yangxi was powerless, raised his eyelids and glanced at it.
"Wash your feet." He said bitterly.
Mingxi: "...Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Where does Fu Yangxi still have the mind to take care of those: "Don't call me Brother Xi."
Mingxi gave him a hand to wipe his hair: "What's the matter, called the boss?"
Boss, damn boss. He thought she liked him, but she just regarded him as the boss!
It's so embarrassing to be selfish.
Fu Yangxi couldn't help but said angrily, "Don't call me the boss!"
"What's that called?" Seeing that his red hair was dry, Mingxi threw the bath towel aside, picked up the hairdryer and started blowing his hair.
I just heard Fu Yangxi's sad voice: "I was reckless when I was young, and I was arrogant to accept you as my younger brother. Now you are not my younger brother."
Mingxi: "…"
It's only a month old then
Fu Yangxi lowered her voice and said, "You should call me Master Fu."
"… "
It was almost blown, fluffy and dry, and Mingxi's hair dryer stopped.
She lowered her eyes to meet Fu Yangxi's raised eyes.
Fu Yangxi's eyes were red, and she didn't know whether it was because of a fever or what. Her fair skin was pale, and the tiny moles at the corners of her eyes were even more obvious.
It's not the first time that Mingxi thinks that he looks outstanding, but when he just finished blowing his hair, he has a fatal attraction, with messy short red hair, a straight nose, and a fragile look after illness. There is also water.
Mingxi looked at his face, and inexplicably held up the hairdryer and started dumbfounded.
When he came back to his senses, Mingxi heard what he was saying, and said with kindness: "Ah? Oh, okay, Master Fu, have you taken medicine? Literally medicine. If you didn't take it, I brought cold medicine. "
Fu Yangxi: "..."
She really doesn't love him! He immediately called Fu Shao coldly!
Mingxi took out two of the medicines he had brought, and stuffed them into Fu Yangxi's hands. Then, he put a white antipyretic sticker on his forehead and said, "I'll go to bed after taking the medicine. I'll make a porridge first."
Fu Yangxi's eyes have been following her, staring at her to cook porridge.
Mingxi looked for rice everywhere, but found that Fu Yangxi had nothing at home, so he took out his mobile phone and ordered a takeaway, and asked the fresh food store to deliver some millet and vegetables.
The place where the rich live is very convenient. In less than ten minutes, a deliveryman will immediately deliver to your door.
Mingxi took the things, walked to the open kitchen, and started to cook porridge.
Seeing that Fu Yangxi hadn't gone to sleep, but had a white block on her forehead, she continued to sit on the sofa and look at her for a moment.
Mingxi didn't think much about it.
Anyway, it's enough to drink the medicine, and the antipyretic sticker should work later, and it's the same for him sitting in the living room wrapped in a quilt.
The duplex villa was quiet for a while.
Fu Yangxi suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "You've been changing classes for so long, and I haven't heard you talk about anyone yet."
"Don't you know He Yang?" Mingxi didn't reply, "And then there are some people I knew before, you don't want to know them, and you can't remember their names, such as Geng Jing, the monitor of the sixth class. …”
Mingxi said a bunch of names, and Fu Yangxi looked it up and found that she only didn't mention Shen Liyao's name.
"What about the school team? Do you know anyone?"
Mingxi heard Fu Yangxi's hoarse voice coming from the sofa.
"What happened to the school competition team?" Mingxi thought that Fu Yangxi couldn't sleep, so he chatted with her casually and said, "I know a few. Those people are young and energetic, and they often win gold medals. They are very powerful."
Fu Yangxi asked, "Do girls just like that type?"
Mingxi thought about the number of love letters Shen Liyao had received before. After a weekend, the letters in the desk could fill a trash can. He should be ranked first in the school, and no one ranked second in the school.
So he said, "Most girls should be."
Don't speak behind your back.
When the porridge was almost ready, Mingxi squatted down to look for tableware and chopsticks, and found two sets of bowls in the disinfection cabinet. She raised her head and asked Fu Yangxi, "There are black and red ones, which bowl do you want?"
Fu Yangxi: "Whatever."
Mingxi subconsciously chose a black bowl and began to serve porridge.
Fu Yangxi's hand in the quilt beside him suddenly clenched silently, anger, embarrassment, loss, sadness, all these emotions flooded into his heart.
He was very jealous of Shen Liyao.
He was terribly sad.
Seeing that he suddenly shrugged his head, Mingxi stood up listlessly and walked into the room.
"What's the matter? Drink the porridge before going to bed." Mingxi looked at him with the porridge.
Fu Yangxi didn't say a word. She walked into the room, wrapped herself in the quilt and lay down on the bed. She wrapped herself into a bear and buried her head in it.
Mingxi went in with the porridge, thinking that he might not be feeling well, and started to feel sleepy after taking the medicine, so he put the porridge on the bedside table next to him and said, "Get up and eat some when you have the strength, and some are keeping warm. in the bucket."
Fu Yangxi: "Well."
Seeing this, Mingxi didn't want to stay any longer.
She closed the door gently, turned to go out, and turned off the light. Pick up the bag and plan to leave.
Before leaving, she saw Fu Yangxi's mobile phone on the ground, so she picked it up for him and took it to the room.
Mingxi suddenly noticed that Fu Yangxi's phone had no case—
Isn't it a martial art phone case? Why did you just take it off
…
Mingxi wondered why he had become as naive as Fu Yangxi, and did he still care about it? But at the same time, he couldn't help staring at the phone case that he no longer had the same style as his own.
I felt a sense of loss in my heart for no reason.
It might be her delusion, but today's Fu Yangxi seems to be a little rusty than before, and she asked her to call back Fu Shao.
Mingxi immediately felt that it was probably just the reason for the fever and discomfort
This is how people are. Once you get used to being intimate with someone, suddenly the details of the other person have changed, and you haven't figured out why in your head, but your emotions have already reacted subconsciously.
Inexplicably, Mingxi also became depressed along with Fu Yangxi's depressed mood.
She shook her head to stop herself from thinking wildly, and left Fu Yangxi's vaulted villa.
When she got downstairs, just worrying about how to get back, a car slowly stopped in front of her.
Lawyer Zhang, who I saw last time, stuck his head out of the driver's seat and said, "Miss Zhao, it's raining outside, Master Fu asked me to take you back."