He came out at nine o'clock, took a shower first, and then sat down to eat. Otoya sat on the sofa and secretly glanced at him while pretending to watch TV.

After taking a shower, he was wearing home clothes and casual clothes, which were loose and lazy, and his hair was still dripping with water. Otoya wanted to hand him a towel to wipe it with, but he didn't feel comfortable seeing that his face didn't look good.

It's no fun anymore.

I accidentally looked up and found a bloodstain on the back of his neck that was not too long and thick. It was hideous and terrifying. The skin was turned inside out and there was pus on it. He probably didn't pay attention to protection in the shower, and the wound oozed water.

It became suppurative immediately.

Otoya walked over and pointed at his neck and asked, "What's going on?"

"What?" Fu Lingzhi was enduring the pain and concentrating on eating, and responded casually. He knew that she might have seen it. After all, the old man never hits a single place when he hits someone. He has to torture the person until they are full of injuries before he stops.

"I'm talking about the injury on your neck."

"nothing."

Concise and to the point, damn concise and to the point! What she hated the most and what she couldn't do the most was his obviously perfunctory but extremely serious answers, which were usually only three or two words.

The light was bright, casting a halo on his temples. The way he lowered his head to eat was elegant and dignified, slowly and not in a hurry. It was hard to tell whether he was hungry or not. Otoya was standing aside blankly.

Standing there, looking furious, she suddenly ran up behind him. Fu Lingzhi was caught off guard, and before he could react, her thin clothes had been lifted up by her.

He heard the sound of her gasping coming from behind his head and into his ears. He put down his chopsticks, his back stiffened, and after a long time he sighed silently.

Yinmi's hands holding his clothes kept shaking. When he was talking to Yi Muliang that day, he accidentally mentioned that Fu Lingzhi might be beaten. Yinmi didn't know the specific reason, but he dared to leave him unscrupulously like this.

Apart from the old man of the Fu family, there is no one else with such shocking scars.

Otoya stared at her eyes and thought for a long time, and finally rounded the bend. The feeling of guilt emanating from the tip of her heart emerged spontaneously. The old man was a very principled person, and he had always treated her well. Although she and Fu

He didn't interfere much in Ling Zhi's affairs, but he treated her, his granddaughter-in-law, many times better than Xu Shu.

After five years of absence, he rashly appears in everyone's sight as Wen Muliang's wife, which will inevitably make the old man confused. And the Wen family and the Fu family are family friends, so to outsiders, it is a big joke.

The old man had been able to sit still for so many years. Because his grandson felt guilty towards her, he did not cause trouble for her. However, when he learned that Fu Lingzhi was still in contact with her, the old man was obviously angry.

Therefore, Fu Lingzhi suffered this for himself.

Her hands were shaking violently, and Otoya felt very complicated. She thought that theoretically she should laugh when she saw this, and she should take revenge and be quick, but in fact she couldn't laugh at all.

That look of dumbfounding was deeply imprinted on the side glass window.

"It hurts... does it hurt?" After she made the sound, she realized that she was hesitating. Her hands wandered over his open wound, slowly and intimately, "Why don't you put a bandage? No medicine, no stitches, the wound

It will fester and become infected, and it will be difficult to recover from it.”

Fu Lingzhi was completely stiff, his back straight, and there was a hint of softness in his mouth. He moved his slender hand, passed around from the front and covered her arm, telling her not to move because of the pain, "Look at me, I'm all up

No injuries anywhere. It’s normal.”

Otoya shook his head, left him and wandered around the room for a long time, rummaging around to no avail. He turned around and asked him, "Where's the first aid kit?"

"I don't come here often, so I have to ask my aunt. She knows where to put it."

"You eat your food, I'll go find it." She was wearing a very simple long fringed skirt. The air-conditioning temperature in the room was high, and her bare legs came and went in his field of vision. They were slender and beautiful.

Fu Lingzhi picked up the chopsticks again, but didn't move for a long time. His eyes followed her around the huge living room. From here to there, the fatigue caused by immersing himself in the pile of documents all afternoon seemed to disappear in front of her.

It's empty. I haven't had this feeling for a long time.

Yinmi searched for nearly half an hour and finally found some wound medicine and bandages. He asked Fu Lingzhi to take off his clothes and help him apply the medicine, then put a bandage on him and ordered, "Don't touch the water for the next two days."

Fu Lingzhi nodded and said matter-of-factly, "You go wash that bowl."

Otoya gave him a helpless look and obediently packed up and washed the dishes. By eleven o'clock, both of them were a little sleepy. Fu Lingzhi turned off the TV and went upstairs. Otoya sat on the sofa.

I was restless and watched him go further and further away. After being stubborn for a long time, I stood up and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Sleep." He turned around, looking confused.

"Then where should I sleep? Your shabby guest room doesn't even have a quilt." She hurried over and stood under the stairs, raising her head and questioning him.

His thin lips slowly raised an arc, and Fu Lingzhi looked at her with a half-smile, "Extraordinary times require special treatment. Where do you think you should sleep?"

Otomi frowned and said nothing.

"My bed is very big." He took two steps and then turned back, looking at her faintly.

Otoya still didn't move.

Fu Lingzhi walked to the stairs and saw that she hadn't followed him yet. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the railing, leaning on the railing. "I'll give you three choices. One is to come up on your own, or the other is to take off your clothes."

Give you a good beating and then climb up on your own. The third is to send you to the press conference. I believe they will be very interested in you."

"Fu Lingzhi!"

She took a step forward, pointed at him and was about to curse, but she saw him turning leisurely to the corridor. Otoya looked back at the empty hall. It felt cold even at night, no matter how bright the light was. She paused again.

She decided to put down her dignity and go upstairs quickly. She felt very panicked if she was left here alone.

When I entered the door, I found that he was already on the bed, half lying down, with notes on his lap, and a headlight turned on. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the noise, "The lights downstairs haven't been turned off yet."

"A person as rich as you can't bear to have that little bit of electricity!" Otoya refused to go down alone again.

"It's not a matter of money, it's a matter of principle." Fu Lingzhi raised his head and glanced at her hastily, and said expressionlessly.

Otoya gave him a resentful look, then quickly jumped up and jumped to the other side of the bed without saying a word. With his back to him, he lifted up the quilt and wrapped himself in it, then lay down. The movements were all done in one go.
Chapter completed!