No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Wearing a gray chinchilla nightdress, lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep in the middle of the night.

Qiao Mengyu understands the good intentions of the old father, and also understands how uneasy he is when he reluctantly fulfills his wish, but compared with these, what troubles her more is dealing with the old father's desire to invite Mr. Shao to dinner.

The old father wanted to see Mr. Shao, let alone Mr. Shao was busy with work and had no time to meet him at all. Even if he had time, with Mr. Shao's unfeeling towards her, she might not be able to ask anyone out.

Ten thousand steps back, even if Mr. Shao agrees to come out for dinner, if her dear old father interrogates her, and Mr. Shao mercilessly confesses everything, wouldn't her previous efforts be wasted?
After thinking about it, Qiao Mengyu felt that this was a dead game.

Rather than seeing the light and dying directly, it is better to delay seeing.

When her father asked about it tomorrow, she said that Shao Rongqian had returned to the Hong Kong area temporarily.

Anyway, her old Qiao didn't hear anything out of the window, so she wouldn't know about Mr. Shao's whereabouts.

Well, it should be able to get away with it.

……

The next morning, Qiao Mengyu met Fu Yanci only to find out that she was the only one accompanying Fu Yanci to meet Meng Xingcun.

Meng Xingcun is in his 40s and almost 50 years old. When he was young, he was a famous doctor who was well-known both at home and abroad. At that time, he was young and energetic, and he told a lot of "truths", which violated the interests of capital and was framed very badly.

Later, Meng Xingcun retired and bought a yard in the suburbs of Beijing. Except for a few fixed patients, other patients were no longer treated. Even the neighbors didn't know that their neighbor was a hermit. people.

When Qiao Mengyu and Fu Yanci passed by, instead of only opening a small iron gate, the gate was completely wide open, obviously for the convenience of wheelchairs to enter.

Qiao Mengyu was really curious about Meng Xingcun's ability to pinch and count for a while, and pestered him for two days, but found that he couldn't understand it at all, so he gave up.

Now it was obvious that Meng Xingcun knew in advance that they would come.

"There is such an expert in Beijing." Fu Yanci was sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in a royal blue suit, elegant and elegant, as if he was muttering to himself, or chatting with Qiao Mengyu.

Without losing his voice, a little girl came out of the house and stopped right in front of them.

"Master, please go in, both of you." The little girl's voice was clear and sweet.

She said she was a little girl, but she seemed to be about the same age as Qiao Mengyu. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a tulip pattern, blue denim shorts, and a ponytail. She looked very capable and neat.

The little girl looks very well-behaved, with a sweet milk tea style, which makes people feel protective.

"Are you Dr. Meng's apprentice?" Qiao Mengyu chatted as she walked. She had been dealing with Dr. Meng for many years, but she had never heard him mention that he had an apprentice. Now that such a sweet-looking little apprentice suddenly appeared, she couldn't help being curious.

"En." The little girl responded and led them towards the backyard, looking not very talkative.

The yard is divided into two yards, front and back, with three brick houses in the center. The land in the front yard is artificially divided into small pieces, and a lot of fruits and vegetables are planted, just like ordinary farmers in the suburbs of Beijing, nothing special.

The backyard is unique. Passing through the round moon gate next to the brick building, the goal is the mottled light and dark scenery, all kinds of flowers and trees. In the northwest corner, a small waterfall is artificially built, which is rushing. hit the water.

Next to it is a small gazebo, with a square tea table in the center and long benches on three sides, leaving a spare side. On the tea table, an iron kettle is placed on the charcoal stove, steaming white smoke.

Careful people can find that the spare side is specially reserved for Fu Yanci.

Meng Xingcun was sitting in the direction of the host, wearing a cool vest and shorts, and waving a folding fan in his hand. When he saw them coming, he smiled and nodded.

All the way was unimpeded, Fu Yanci's electric wheelchair stopped at the spare side, and he bowed his body solemnly: "Doctor Meng, I'm sorry."

Fu Yanci was originally a careful person, so he could see Meng Xingcun's 'good intentions'.

"Mr. Fu is polite." While talking, Meng Xingcun leaned over and picked up the iron pot on the stove, poured two cups of tea into the teacups, and put them in front of Fu Yanci and Qiao Mengyu respectively.

Qiao Mengyu quickly took the teacup and explained why he came: "Doctor Meng, look..."

Before she could say a word, Meng Xingcun raised his hand to stop her. He looked at the little girl standing aside and said, "Zhixi, I have met Mr. Fu."

Zhao Zhixi nodded immediately, with a serious face: "Mr. Fu."

"Hello." Fu Yanci nodded gentlemanly, with a polite and modest smile on his fair and handsome face.

"Mr. Fu, Zhixi can cure your illness." Meng Xingcun had already closed his folding fan while speaking.

Fu Yanci raised his eyes, and then he looked at this little girl seriously. She has delicate features and soft and sweet cheeks, like milk tea that can be sweetened into people's hearts, but restless restlessness is clearly hidden in a pair of almond eyes, but at this moment she has no choice but to pretend cute appearance.

"Then there is Miss Lao Zhixi." Fu Yanci's demeanor has always been gentlemanly and polite, and his tone and posture are very approachable.

However, he visited famous doctors all over the world without any improvement. It was hard to believe that a little girl could cure his disease.

"Mr. Fu, the treatment cycle is relatively long, maybe half a year or even a year. During this period, you need to see a doctor at any time. If you are interested, let Zhixi follow you for now." Meng Xingcun said again.

After finishing speaking, Fu Yanci could clearly see the resistance in the little girl's eyes. It was obvious that she didn't want to see a disabled person like him.

"I don't know what Miss Zhixi wants?" Fu Yanci pursed his lips and smiled, but without warmth, he just threw the question to the reluctant little girl.

Zhao Zhixi smiled, and asked without answering, "How much salary is Mr. Fu going to give me?"

"How much do you want?" Fu Yanci had a clear understanding of the fire, seeing every little move of the little girl, he had met a little money fan.

"I'm very expensive!" Zhao Zhixi made the foreshadowing first.

"Let's talk about it and see if I can afford this price." Fu Yan said in a gentle and elegant manner.

Zhao Zhixi immediately stretched out a finger, and blurted out with great confidence: "1 yuan per month! Food and housing included!"

"Hehe..." Fu Yanci was amused by the little girl, he thought she would speak so loudly, "Okay, then I will ask Miss Zhixi."

Even if it can't be cured, the price of [-] yuan a month is really not expensive, so you should feel relieved.

"It's fine to call Zhixi, you don't need Miss, it sounds awkward." Zhao Zhixi frowned, and his tone was pertinent.

Fu Yanci followed kindness like a stream: "Good."

The two chatted happily, but Qiao Mengyu's cell phone rang, the exclusive ringtone specially recorded yesterday.

In front of several people, the mobile phone yelled shamelessly: "Master Shao called you to sleep! Mr. Shao..."

As soon as he finished yelling, Qiao Mengyu hastily swiped the answer button, his face was flushed red, and his voice was unsteady: "Hello..."

"Are you busy?" The magnetic hoarse voice.

"Well, in the suburbs." Qiao Mengyu lowered his voice unconsciously, as if he was caught doing something bad.

Sure enough, the other person heard her guilt, and continued to ask: "Yourself?"

"Hmm... with Mr. Fu." Qiao Mengyu wanted to lie, but she was afraid of being exposed, so she could only tell the truth.

There was silence in the receiver, one second, two seconds, three seconds... Qiao Mengyu's breathing began to tense, and finally, a low and hoarse voice sounded: "It's fun."

After finishing talking, Qiao Mengyu's explanation was stuck in her throat. She put down her phone, stared at the screen and frowned. Mr. Shao is...jealous again?