Slow-Witted

Chapter 33

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If it wasn't for Lu Qi'an being so angry that Fu Jia couldn't understand his temper, Fu Jia would definitely rush over and hug him at this moment.

Fortunately, Lu Qi'an did not refuse. He pushed the medical kit in his hand back into the cabinet, walked to Fu Jia, and opened his hand to him.

They were already standing close enough, almost touching each other, but Fu Jia couldn't help but take a half step forward, and his whole body fell on Lu Qi'an.

Lu Qi'an was almost hit by him, leaned back, raised his hand and hugged Fu Jia.

Fu Jia also tightened his hands and buried his face on his shoulders.

When he woke up this afternoon, the room was dark, as if it had entered the middle of the night. He looked around and saw no light.

At that moment, a huge sense of fear rose in his heart, as if he had returned to the past, lying in some dark and cramped room. Whenever he opened his eyes from his sleep, he could see the darkness in the room, and the heavy darkness grabbed his neck and pressed his chest, making him unable to breathe.

Once he got rid of that kind of life, Fu Jia never wanted to go back. Even just thinking of such a possibility would make him extremely terrified.

Lu Qi'an patted him on the back: "Is there any discomfort?"

Fu Jia shook her head, her fluffy hair rubbed over and over Lu Qi'an's neck. Lu Qi'an raised his hand to help him press the top of his hair, and then touched his forehead: "Put your head up, I'll check if you have a fever."

Fu Jia continued to shake his head, and took the initiative to rub Lu Qi'an's hand with his forehead, and said, "No."

Lu Qi'an was not at ease. He carefully felt the temperature on his forehead with the palm of his hand and felt a little hot, so he said, "I'll test it for you with a thermometer."

Fu Jia took his hand and said, "Really not. It's because you just came back from outside and your hands are too cold. I'll just cover it for you." He put Lu Qi'an's hand between his two and covered it. Gently touched each of his fingers and asked, "You haven't told me where you have been."

Lu Qi'an's palms were itchy when he touched him, but he didn't stop him and let him touch enough. "I went to the hospital to settle today's matter."

Fu Jia was stunned for a while, and the movements in his hand also stopped: "Solved?"

"Yeah." Lu Qi'an took the opportunity to pull out his hand, "Both seniors took the blame, one voluntarily transferred, and the other would find an opportunity to apologize to you."

Lu Qi'an said everything in a relaxed and natural way, Fu Jia nodded slowly, some believed and some couldn't believe it. He was happy in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "Actually... I'm also at fault in this matter. I was too impulsive."

Lu Qi'an was a little surprised, didn't expect him to apologize. Before this incident, Fu Jia lost his temper and said extreme words like "you control me or not". Now that I am in a better mood, I will take the initiative to apologize without being persuaded. It is estimated that he will agree to take him to the hospital to apologize to Feng Jing.

Lu Qi'an thought for a while, but instead of comforting him, he said, "Let's take this as a warning next time."

No matter which side did the wrong thing today, Fu Jia's impulsive character must be corrected. Even if he didn't feel sorry for others, he also felt sorry for himself when he was injured in a fight.

Fu Jia hummed obediently, hugged Lu Qi'an's neck, and wanted to bury his face in his shoulder again.

Lu Qi'an fell back, pushed him away against his shoulder, and said, "Wait, I'm going to take a shower first." Fu Jia's body was warm, but Lu Qi'an was cold outside by the cold rain, and his coat was cold. It was also a little wet, so it was fine to hug him. He was worried that Fu Jia would catch a cold if he continued to hug him.

Fu Jia refused to let go of him and said, "Then I'll watch you take a shower next to me."

"No." Lu Qi'an decisively refused, "You go to dinner first. Since Aunt Miao has come, she should have prepared your dinner."

Aunt Miao did prepare dinner for two. Before cooking, she also asked Fu Jia what she likes to eat and if there is anything she can't eat. She deserves to be a professional with a high salary, and she is not surprised to see unfamiliar faces at her employer's house. Without asking about Fu Jia's identity and origin, she left quietly after doing her job.

Fu Jia carefully pondered Lu Qi'an's tone, and felt that the "no" sound was very firm, there should be no room for negotiation, and reluctantly let go: "Okay, but I'm not hungry, I'll wait for you to finish washing. Take a shower and eat together."

Lu Qi'an agreed.

Fu Jia sat back on the sofa, watched Lu Qi'an walk into the master bedroom, and closed the door. Fu Jia did not turn his eyes away, and kept his eyes fixed on the door of the master bedroom.

So, when Lu Qi'an walked out of the bedroom after taking a shower, he opened the door and met Fu Jia's bright eyes.

Lu Qi'an was a little helpless.

He didn't go to Fu Jia, but went to the restaurant: "It's getting late, have dinner quickly, we have to go to school in a while." He sat at the dining table, turned off the heat preservation switch of the rice cooker, and took Take a bowl and put rice in it.

Fu Jia hurried over and sat opposite him: "Why are you going to school?"

Lu Qi'an put the rice bowl in front of him, handed over the chopsticks, and said, "Let's talk after eating."

Fu Jia happily held the bowl and chopsticks he gave and nodded. Where to go and why, these questions are not important, the important thing is that he and Lu Qi'an stay together, that's enough.

What Auntie Miao cooks are ordinary Chinese home-cooked dishes, nothing fancy. Fu Jia had always thought that Lu Qi'an ate Western food, because Lu Wanqing was like that. But now it seems that although they are all from the Lu family, Lu Wanqing likes western food, but Lu Qi'an doesn't.

Just like Lu Wanqing didn't like Fu Jia, but Lu Qi'an liked it.

Fu Jia thought so, and her heart was very sweet. He tasted the dish made by Aunt Miao and felt that he had eaten the most delicious dish he had ever eaten in his life.

Aunt Miao's craftsmanship is more than ten thousand times better than that of the cafeteria.

One of the reasons why Lu Qi'an has been hiring Aunt Miao is that she is very good at cooking. Aunt Miao's salary is the highest level in the industry, and her own abilities also represent the highest level in the industry. If the food she cooks is not as good as the school cafeteria, Lu Qi'an will immediately dismiss her.

Fu Jia happily ate for a while, and suddenly thought of a question: "Why did Aunt Miao leave after finishing the meal?"

Lu Qi'an was taught by Lu's father to "don't eat or talk" since he was a child, but Fu Jia asked him aloud, he stopped his chopsticks without any objection, and replied, "I asked her to stagger the time with me."

Fu Jia nodded, remembering the previous stay at Lu Qi'an. Aunt Miao came early that morning, but she didn't disturb Lu Qi'an and left quietly after breakfast. Fu Jia continued to ask: "Why do you stagger the time? If you have something to delay after she's done cooking, or come back late, wouldn't the food be cold if you leave it here?"

Lu Qi'an lowered his eyes and said, "I don't like to eat with others."

It doesn't matter if the food is cold, it's easier for him to eat cold rice than to eat with others.

Fu Jia glanced at his bowl: "But..."

"You are the exception." Lu Qi'an interrupted him.

Fu Jia looked like he was hit with a marshmallow, and his face was itchy, which made him want to laugh. He couldn't help biting his chopsticks and whispered, "So I'm the exception..." He pondered carefully, and suddenly Mr. Liu's smile flashed in his mind.

No, Lu Qi'an also had dinner with Teacher Liu. He asked nervously, "Is Teacher Liu an exception?"

Lu Qi'an nodded.

Fu Jia was not so happy immediately.

Seeing that his eyes dimmed instantly, Lu Qi'an changed the subject at the right time: "Today I went to school before going to the hospital, checked the surveillance, and saw the scarf you mentioned."

When Fu Jia heard him talk about scarves, she was a little embarrassed. She regretted talking about the scarf when she was in a state of confusion, and quickly said, "That thing is not important now."

Lu Qi'an looked up at him: "I took the scarf back and put it on the cabinet at the entrance. Next time Aunt Miao comes, I will ask her to clean it for you."

At that time, as soon as he watched the surveillance, he immediately went to the classroom to look for the scarf. No one knew where the scarf came from, so the students piled it up in a corner with other unwanted items, waiting for the cleaners to pick it up. Lu Qi'an bent down, rummaged through the pile of things with his hands without hesitation, and found the scarf that had been trampled on and had become dirty.

He took the scarf to the bathroom, washed the surface dirt with water, packed it in a ziplock bag, took it to the hospital, and then took it back to the apartment.

Fu Jia was both happy and sad: "Thank you for helping me get it back, but... I'll take care of my things myself." He didn't want others to do the things he planned to give to Lu Qi'an. But... what if he washed the scarf? This was something that was meant to be given to Lu Qi'an, but was trampled on the ground by someone who hated it, and the thread was removed by someone who hated it. He would never give it to Lu Qi'an again.

Lu Qi'an nodded: "You can decide what you want."

Because of the mention of the scarf, Fu Jia's mood changed from sunny to gloomy, and then he just focused on eating and stopped talking. This invisibly accelerated the meal speed for the two of them.

Fu Jia eats fast, but he eats more than Lu Qi'an, so the time for the two to put down their chopsticks is not far behind. Fu Jia took the initiative to stand up and wanted to pack up, but was stopped by Lu Qi'an: "Go change your clothes, we'll go to school later."

Fu Jia sat still and asked, "Why do you want to go to school?" Fu Jia's mood was no longer as good as before, and her thoughts became negative. I feel that Lu Qi'an is going to send him back to the dormitory to rest, or send him to the teacher for education.

Lu Qian wiped his hands with a tissue and stood up: "Go and help you carry your luggage. You will live in the apartment with me from now on. You can sleep in the guest room, but if you think the guest room is not big enough, you can also live in the master bedroom. "

Fu Jia's breathing rate accelerated along with her heartbeat.

His lips moved, and he was speechless. It seemed that someone had yanked the curtains open for him in the dark, the sun was shining, and he needed some time to get used to it.

Immediately afterwards, the first sentence that came to Fu Jia's mouth was: "Can I do it?"

"Of course." Lu Qi'an nodded, "I can't feel at ease if you don't live by my side."