Mr. Alzheimer's

"It's not advisable to exercise after eating..."

Fu Shuzhuo caressed Pei Yang's red ears: "Just move your hands, huh?"

Pei Yang's heart went numb along with his ears, and his fingertips curled up into a ball.He couldn't hear what Fu Shuzhuo said again, but he clearly replied "Yes".

The rainy early summer is very special, the air is fresh and the evening breeze is cool.

Pei Yang closed his eyes, his ears and neck were all red, as if he was doing this kind of thing for the first time, young and shy.

There was the rhythmic crashing sound of rain in my ears, accompanied by Fu Shuzhuo's unbearable panting.Pei Yang didn't dare to look at it: "Okay..."

Fu Shuzhuo kissed his ear: "So impatient?"

If it is possible, Pei Yang would like to call Fu Shuzhuo a big mouth.He was very annoyed: "My hand is going to be broken!"

Fu Shuzhuo smiled lightly: "It's coming soon."

The so-called fast, still passed 10 minutes.

Pei Yang was so ashamed that he didn't even want to talk to Fu Shuzhuo. Taking advantage of Fu Shuzhuo's spare time in the bathroom to take a shower, he directly covered his head with the quilt and hid completely in the tortoise shell.

When Fu Shuzhuo came out, he only saw a bulging ball on the bed, and he raised his eyebrows: "Kitten?"

Covered in the quilt, Pei Yang pretended not to hear.

Fu Shuzhuo walked to the bed, and lightly pressed his hands on both sides of the quilt: "Come out, your legs can't be curled up like this."

There was no movement in the puffed-up quilt. Fu Shuzhuo squinted his eyes and could only open it directly.

Pei Yang looked at Shang Fu Shuzhuo's eyes with great interest, and suddenly he didn't know which brain was short-circuited: "Meow."

"..." Fu Shuzhuo laughed uncontrollably, "We Mr. Pei really treat ourselves like a cat?"

Pei Yang was dumbfounded, his mind was full of Fu Shuzhuo's "kitten" just now, and he meowed for some reason.

Since Fu Shuzhuo said that he likes cats because he loves houses and crows, he doesn't seem to resist the title so much, and even wants to respond.

But obviously this love is also for the original owner, not for him.

Pei Yang was really angry this time, and slapped Fu Shuzhuo on the chin: "Go wash the dishes!"

"As ordered."

Fu Shuzhuo was not angry when he was beaten, he rubbed his chin, the kitten's paws were quite painful.

There was a big bowl next to the bed, and the dumplings inside were already empty, leaving only a little noodle soup. Fu Shuzhuo, who was full at all levels, was in a very happy mood, humming a song when he went downstairs.

Pei Yang moved his ears, and he recognized that what Fu Shuzhuo was humming was Bian Ye's "Two Leaves Lonely Boat".

The room was instantly clear, leaving him alone.

Sudden celibacy after the fun will always feel lonely, Pei Yang is like this, he finds that he seems to be more and more dependent on Fu Shuzhuo.

Is it because Fu Shuzhuo is the first person he came into contact with in this world...or is it because he really resembles Mr.

Pei Yang couldn't tell, and he didn't seem to want to.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he stared at the splashing rain on the window sill, not knowing where to stop next, nor what kind of ending he and Fu Shuzhuo would face.

There was some movement in the small courtyard downstairs, Pei Yang jumped to the balcony with one leg and looked down, and found that Fu Shuzhuo had cut some bright roses.

Otherwise, when the rain stops, the petals will be smashed to pieces by the rain, and all the good things will be gone.

Pei Yang watched quietly, just when he thought it was over after cutting the flowers, Fu Shuzhuo suddenly returned to the courtyard holding an umbrella.

He bent down, his shirt was pulled up a little, his narrow and powerful waist was exposed to the cool air, and the waist of his trousers was also a little wet from the rain.

Pei Yang didn't know what Fu Shuzhuo was going to do, he picked and picked in the courtyard, and after a long time he picked up a long wooden stick he was satisfied with, then walked into the firewood house at the corner and tinkered for a long time.

As soon as the noise stopped, Pei Yang knew that Fu Shuzhuo was going upstairs, so he jumped onto the bed with one leg and covered himself with the quilt, pretending he didn't see anything.

Fu Shuzhuo went upstairs: "Give Mr. Pei a gift."

"What?" Pei Yang couldn't help looking behind him.

Just when he thought there would be a bunch of roses, Fu Shuzhuo suddenly pulled out a long wooden stick from behind: "My husband personally made a walking stick for you, do you like it?"

"..." Pei Yang said expressionlessly, "You are so greasy."

Damn romance got eaten by dogs!

He just twisted his foot, and he will be fine tomorrow. What kind of crutches do he need?

Fu Shuzhuo clicked his tongue: "Don't you like it? I've been doing it for a long time."

Pei Yang reluctantly took it, and found that the whole stick had been carefully polished, it was very smooth and would not hurt his hands.

It could barely be considered a gift, he stepped into the slippers, got out of bed and tried them out, and they matched his height perfectly.

Just as Pei Yang lowered his head to play with the crutches, Fu Shuzhuo suddenly said, "I don't like crutches, what about this one?"

Pei Yang raised his head, and a bouquet of roses suddenly stood in front of him, and the tip of his nose was instantly filled with the fragrance of flowers.

The bouquet was too big, and Fu Shuzhuo couldn't see Pei Yang's expression clearly, but only after waiting for a while did he hear the kitten whisper, "I like it."

It's rare to be soft-spoken and not awkward.

Fu Shuzhuo inserted the flowers into the old vase on the bedside table: "Like flowers, or do you like the flowers I sent?"

Pei Yang murmured that he didn't answer the question: "How can you count it as a gift from you, it's obviously from the director of the courtyard."

Fu Shuzhuo: "I bought the seeds and seedlings with money."

Pei Yang wrinkled his nose: "Then it can be considered as a gift from you... After all, the money you spent is our common property, or it can be said that I gave it to myself."

"...Our President Pei is really sober in the world."

In order not to reveal her true feelings, a certain awkward cat has a lot of fallacies.

Pei Yang carefully placed the crutches beside the bed, and then returned to the warm bed: "When are we leaving?"

Fu Shuzhuo: "Don't want to stay?"

Pei Yang shook his head: "I don't think so, I just ask."

He has no idea about the future, or in other words, he has no idea about every tomorrow.

There is always an inexplicable anxiety in my heart, not knowing what kind of morning will be ushered in every time I open my eyes.

"I wanted to take you to play around tomorrow, but I didn't expect it to rain, and you sprained your ankle." Fu Shuzhuo lay down next to Pei Yang, "Take a day off tomorrow, play for two days before leaving, how about it?"

Pei Yang: "Okay."

That would be nice to at least let him know that the next few days would be a given.

"Do you have to hurry up and buy a mobile phone?" Pei Yang said sullenly, "In case the company needs you for something."

Fu Shuzhuo: "It's okay, if they can't find me, they will definitely contact you. If they don't contact you, it doesn't matter."

Pei Yang sighed: "Then do you still buy the mobile phone?"

Fu Shuzhuo: "Don't buy it, it's a waste of money."

Pei Yang: "This can't be called a waste, a mobile phone is a necessity, there is nothing to do without it, don't waste it—"

Fu Shuzhuo directly interrupted the spellcasting: "Save money and buy you a new one, and let me use your old mobile phone, is it okay?"

Two people worth hundreds of millions are discussing the issue of saving money to buy a mobile phone.

Pei Yang blinked: "Really?"

Fu Shuzhuo thought it was funny: "Really, I even contacted Qin Nanshan to ask her to send her new phone."

Fu Shuzhuo has been thinking about Pei Yang's cell phone for a long time, and there are many memories of them in it.

Now that Shamao's memory is confused, the photos, memos, and even the circle of friends in his mobile phone are of little significance to him, so he might as well keep it by his side.

Although Pei Yang is in good condition now, what if...if it really can't be cured?

Fu Shuzhuo is like a lonely miser now, and the treasure is all their past experiences.

Someone has to remember it.Isn't memory precious just because someone never forgets it?

Most of Fu Shuzhuo's phone contains photos and chat records. Don't worry about the photos. If the phone is broken, there is still an account, which can be synchronized, but the chat records can't be helped.

It just so happened that Pei Yang had it in his cell phone, maybe other than the memo, there were also hidden thoughts that he didn't know about.

The ankles are immobilized, and theoretically it's best not to sleep on your side.But Pei Yang wanted to look at the rose beside the bed, so he turned his upper body awkwardly, his legs still stretched out straight.

Fu Shuzhuo had no choice but to kick his calf: "If you feel uncomfortable, just put it on my leg, just be awkward."

The old Chinese doctor also said that the leg should be raised as high as possible, but Pei Yang's sprain is not serious, so it doesn't affect it.

Fu Shuzhuo reminded: "Have you taken vitamin pills?"

Pei Yang slapped his head: "Oh, I forgot."

He slept peacefully that night, with Fu Shuzhuo's scorching body temperature behind him, and the gorgeous rose and breeze in front of him.

He falls asleep in the scent of flowers and wakes up in the scent of flowers.

The rain in the morning was much lighter, pattering, with a little bit of coolness.

Pei Yang shrank back unconsciously, and bumped into the familiar embrace.Fu Shuzhuo didn't get up early today, and didn't let him guard the empty bed alone.

Fu Shuzhuo rubbed the back of his neck, his voice was provocative and hoarse: "Morning, kitten."

Pei Yang flinched from the itching, remembering the first morning when he came to this body and woke up, Fu Shuzhuo called him the same way to say good morning.

"……morning."

Fu Shuzhuo didn't apply for hugging his waist on the bed recently, Pei Yang felt the arms around his waist tightening more and more, so he didn't say anything to refuse.

"are you hungry?"

Pei Yang shook his head.

Even with his eyes closed, Fu Shuzhuo knew his answer: "Then sleep a little longer."

It's really good to sleep when it rains, although the air is very cold, but it has nothing to do with Pei Yang, the bed is warm, so is Fu Shuzhuo.

It was after nine o'clock that they woke up again. The buttons of Fu Shuzhuo's pajamas were undone due to sleeping, and he didn't fasten them.

He touched it lightly: "Does your ankle still hurt?"

Pei Yang: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Fu Shuzhuo took apart the wooden stick tied by the old Chinese doctor and rubbed it for Pei Yang for a long time: "It really doesn't hurt anymore?"

"No..." Fu Shuzhuo's palm was very hot, so Pei Yang hesitated for a while and said, "A little bit."

Fu Shuzhuo had a smile in his eyes: "Then use a wooden stick to fix it for a long time?"

"No." Pei Yang refused without hesitation, "It doesn't hurt at all."

He was about to pull his foot back immediately, but was dragged back by Fu Shuzhuo: "If you want to be rubbed by me, just say so, huh?"

Pei Yang looked away: "No..."

Fu Shuzhuo made a gesture and got up: "Then I'm leaving."

The hand was removed, but the ankle was still warm.Pei Yang pursed his lower lip, feeling a little disappointed.

In the end, in less than three seconds, Fu Shuzhuo grabbed his hands and pressed them on top of his head: "Why is your mouth so hard?"

Pei Yang flinched: "What are you doing..."

Fu Shuzhuo stretched out his free other hand, and sinfully stretched it toward Pei Yang's armpit.

Pei Yang didn't know that this body was as ticklish as his own, so he couldn't help laughing out loud, wishing he could roll on the bed: "Fu Shuzhuo! You, you let me go...don't scratch——"

Fu Shuzhuo held him still: "Are you still stubborn?"

Pei Yang: "No, no..."

Fu Shuzhuo: "Did you want me to rub your ankle just now?"

"No..." The scratching hand went too far, Pei Yang quickly changed his words, "Yes, I thought hahahaha, stop scratching—"

Fu Shuzhuo: "Please."

Pei Yang burst into tears and laughed: "Please, please..."

Fu Shuzhuo reluctantly let him go: "If you keep your mouth shut, I have plenty of ways to cure you."

After curing the cat, he took Pei Yang's calf and rubbed his ankle lightly.

Pei Yang was still wiping his physical tears, huddled up on the bedside, and stared at Fu Shuzhuo daringly.

This bastard is even worse than in the original book!