love too early

Fu Zhiheng froze, subconsciously wanted to sit up, but thought of something, lay still, pretending not to care, and said: "Your news."

"Yes, got it."

I picked up my phone and clicked on the video. It was the piano ensemble on the lawn yesterday.The lens is very stable, the picture is clear, and the sound quality is also very good. It can be seen that the person who took the shot was very serious.

Fu Zhiheng's eyes were on the list, but he glanced at me. When the progress bar was halfway through, he finally couldn't help it, and asked casually: "What is it, I don't seem to have heard of it."

"Shen Nanyu wrote it himself." I said.

Fu Zhiheng was silent for a while, and didn't speak again. After I finished watching and turned off the video, he said: "Actually, I didn't intend to interfere with your social life, and I didn't say anything to other friends around you."

Just when a new message popped up on the screen, I hummed absently, and saw Shen Nanyu said: "Yesterday, my classmate posted this video on the Internet. It seems that there are many plays and reposts. You don't mind, do you?"

After speaking, a screenshot was sent, which was a push from the homepage of a certain video website. This video had already been played more than [-] times.

Although I don't want to be seen by many people in this way, I also know that in the information age, some things cannot be predicted or prevented.

"It's okay." I replied.

Shen Nanyu said: "I originally wanted to contact my classmates to delete it, but the video has already spread, and the playback volume of several reposts is higher than the original video, sorry."

"It's okay, don't be sorry."

After answering this sentence, I took a look at Fu Zhiheng, and found that he had a dark face and looked very unhappy.

I stroked his hair casually, put down my phone and asked, "What did you just say?"

Fu Zhiheng choked for a moment, and said, "...it's nothing. Check to see if there's anything wrong with the list."

"Well, I've read it, it's all right."

I didn't interfere in the whole process of the engagement banquet this time, everything from the dress to the hotel was organized by Fu Zhiheng.He has always been picky, but generally speaking, if you can pass his eyes, there will be no more problems.

"Anyway, you are engaged yourself, so you don't care at all." Fu Zhiheng sighed, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "I have two friends. Some time ago, they disagreed because of the decoration of the new house, and finally broke up. At that time, I thought, I He Shilu will never have such a problem in his life."

I also know the friend he mentioned. When I heard this incident, I found it difficult to understand. I don’t understand why some people go to the point of talking about marriage and still quarrel and break up because of this kind of thing.

What I don't even understand is that when Fu Zhiheng talked about this matter, his tone was a little sour.

"Maybe being noisy is also a kind of taste..." I said thoughtfully, "but I don't like it very much."

Fu Zhiheng's face became more helpless, and after a while, he whispered to himself, "I know you don't like it."

The sick Fu Zhiheng looked listless, like some kind of water-deficient plant, he began to doze off after lying on the sofa for a while.I asked him if he wanted to go back to his bedroom and he asked, "What about you?"

"I look at the documents." I said.

"No, I want you to sleep with me." He played a rogue by taking advantage of his illness.

"……how old are you?"

……

In the end, I still couldn't hold back Fu Zhiheng, and was half dragged and half hugged by him back to the bedroom.Even when he is sick, his strength is much greater than mine.

Lying on the bed, he hugged me from behind and said, "Good night baby."

Because he didn't sleep well last night, I felt faintly sleepy now, so I didn't resist anymore, closed my eyes and said, "Good night."

Fu Zhiheng has an advantage that I don't know if it is an advantage. Although he likes to stay in bed, he doesn't have the energy to get up.On the contrary, I rarely stay in bed, but I will be bored for a long time because of being woken up.

So Fu Zhiheng is always used to comforting me when I just woke up with some intimate gestures, even if I look completely normal on the surface, he can still see that I am actually not in a good mood.

Today is also the same. When I was woken up by the phone, I frowned and took a deep breath. Before I could react, Fu Zhiheng behind me hugged me and rubbed my hair with his chin, and asked stickily, "What's wrong?"

"Phone." I picked up the phone and glanced at the screen, it was Shen Nanyu.

Fu Zhiheng obviously didn't fully wake up, and he didn't see my mobile phone, so he said oh and didn't speak again.

I picked up the phone and asked, "Hello?"

"It's me." Shen Nanyu's voice came from the phone. I don't know if it was an illusion. After confessing, his tone of voice became softer when he spoke to me, "Didn't you bother your work?"

"I'm at home." I said, "Fu Zhiheng is sick."

There was a moment of silence and asked, "Is he okay?"

"I'm fine, just a little fever."

"Well," Shen Nanyu thought for a while, "I'm fine, I wanted to invite you to dinner... Do you have time?"

Invite me to dinner... I smiled helplessly and said, "Not today."

Shen Nanyu seemed to have guessed the answer, and asked without any surprise: "Can it be done another day?"

"it is good."

The phone fell silent again. After a while, Shen Nanyu smiled lightly and said, "Actually, I thought that after you rejected me, you would completely ignore me. Fortunately, it's good that you don't hate me."

My brain may not be very clear-headed, and I couldn't react for a while, so I asked, "Why are you ignoring you?"

"A failed confession always makes people lose a friend." Shen Nanyu said pretending to be relaxed, "I thought everyone was like this."

"Oh……"

I thought about it, maybe it was because I didn't care much about his confession, and I didn't feel that "I like you" would affect anything, so I didn't have the trouble he said.

"Whose phone is it..." Fu Zhiheng said suddenly, his voice was still vague.

The air froze for a moment, I'm not sure if Shen Nanyu heard it, but Fu Zhiheng was so close to me, probably he did.

I didn't answer Fu Zhiheng's question, but instead asked, "Aren't you sleeping?"

Fu Zhiheng hummed angrily, not sure if it meant to sleep or not to sleep.

Shen Nanyu on the other side of the phone also spoke: "You... haven't gotten up yet?"

I hummed without explaining anything.

Shen Nanyu's tone obviously became lower, and after a long while, he said in a low voice: "Then, you rest, I'll hang up first."

Putting down the phone, I turned to face Fu Zhiheng, his eyes were closed, his lips were pale and his face was a little pale due to illness, his eyebrows and eyes were dark and intense.

He has always been good-looking, even now with disheveled hair and haggard face, he looks like a down-and-out young nobleman in a literary movie. People's first reaction is not sympathy, but appreciation.

It's amazing, we've watched each other for more than 20 years, and we haven't gotten tired of watching each other.

As if feeling my gaze, Fu Zhiheng slowly opened his eyes, first smiled at me shallowly, then touched the tip of my nose with his lips, and asked, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Are you feeling better?" I asked.

"I'm much better after sleeping." Fu Zhiheng said, his voice was still a little hoarse, "I'm getting better soon with you by my side."

I have nothing to say about being sick and talking poorly.

There was a layer of gauze curtains in the room, and the evening light came in softly, covering the floor with warm golden yellow.Fu Zhiheng's breath brushed against my skin, like a small furry animal brushing my cheek with its tail.

I was a little itchy, so I turned my face away and said, "Take another medicine."

Fu Zhiheng nodded obediently: "Yes."

I went down to get the medicine, and by the way, I found some ingredients and came out to prepare the soup for the evening. When I went back, I saw that Fu Zhiheng had woken up, and was leaning against the bedside, holding up his mobile phone and watching videos.

The familiar piano sound drifted out, I frowned and asked, "Why are you watching this?"

"It just happened to be brushed." He said.

His face was calm, and his tone was normal. I put down the water glass and took a look. There was an extremely exaggerated title on the top of the screen.

"Comments say it's a good match." Fu Zhiheng said flatly.

I heard the slight sourness in his tone that he tried to hide, and smiled indifferently and said: "When you and those starlets were photographed, the comments also said that they matched well."

Fu Zhiheng looked up at me, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

"Just look at the things on the Internet, tomorrow they will forget what they are looking for today." I said lightly, "Remember to take medicine."

He put down his phone, "...um."

Fu Zhiheng and I couldn't completely abandon our work, we rested at home for a day, and then went back to the company the next day.

Recently, a painter who often cooperates is in a lawsuit because of copyright issues. The old man has rarely intervened in these trivial matters for decades. This lawsuit has affected the interests of the company, and the legal department has taken over. Today I am contacting more professional law firms.

When I arrived at the company today, the assistant said that the domestic law firm that specializes in intellectual property issues has already accepted the case, and the lawyer will come to check the situation in the afternoon and meet with the old man's assistant.

"Well, you can arrange it." I said.

"There is still a conference call at two o'clock in the afternoon. I will remind you 10 minutes earlier." The assistant said again.

"it is good."

After the assistant left, I looked through the information he brought, and the column of personal achievements in the lawyer's resume was eloquent, so it seemed that there was nothing to worry about.When I turned to the front and saw the name of the firm, I felt faintly familiar, but I couldn't remember where I saw it.

During the meeting in the afternoon, I finally thought of it. This seems to be the firm that Shen Nanyu mentioned last time, saying that he would practice there after school starts.

It was just a thought, I didn't really care.After the meeting, the assistant said that the lawyer came over, and the artist himself also came today, and asked me if I needed to go and have a look.

"If Mr. Fang comes over in person, let's go and have a look." I said.

Going outside the reception room, through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the scene inside is clearly visible.The old gentleman and the lawyer sat on the sofa and talked, while their respective assistants sat aside to record and organize documents.

The assistant brought by the lawyer was none other than Shen Nanyu.

Seeing the familiar silhouette, I stopped and asked my assistant, "Are domestic law firms so friendly to newcomers? Interns can also be brought out to discuss cases."

The assistant obviously recognized Shen Nanyu, and thought I was implying that the person they were looking for was not professional, so he stroked his hair in fear and said, "Uh, that..."

Do not steal

The people inside seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up to this side.I met Shen Nanyu's gaze, and saw that his original serious expression suddenly became gentle, like the ice and snow melting in early spring, and he showed me a faint smile.

But only for a moment, he withdrew his eyes and continued to focus on his work.I turned my head and glanced at the nervous assistant, and said, "It's okay, let's go in."

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I was hollowed out, see you the day after tomorrow (paralyzed)