It was not that Zhou Shike couldn't see Fu Simian's restraint. He looked at the other party for a while, pulled his hand out of Fu Simian's hand, leaned back to the backrest, "Send me back."

"good."

Nothing to say along the way.

Fu Simian didn't take any detours anymore.

Zhou Shike wanted to get off the car at the door, but the guard saw the co-pilot sitting at him and wanted to hold the pole and immediately lift it up. Fu Simien drove the car in smoothly.

People's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Before Zhou Shike got off the car, he had no time to bring the door, but he ran into Zhou Shixuan who was coming out with A Zhou and Xiao.

Zhou Shike subconsciously flashed to the side and blocked Fu Simian, "Why are you still bringing them out so late?"

"I can't sleep a little." Zhou Shixuan pressed her eyebrows, "Was someone else sent you back?" She recognized Zhou Shike's car, and Zhou Shike would not drive such a low-key and indulgent car out.

Zhou Shike nodded and saw Zhou Shixuan turn his head to look at the person sitting in the car. He moved another step without a trace.

As a result, Zhou Shixuan pulled her arm and pulled it aside without any mercy.

Fu Simian smiled at Zhou Shixuan.

"Mr. Fu? Go in and have a tea?" Zhou Shixuan looked at the people in the car with a bad expression, thinking that he might be unacceptable to the local environment.

Although Fu's entertainment has always had problems recently, the ability of Fu Simian is obvious to all. In the shopping mall, Zhou Shixuan still admires people like Fu Simian.

Zhou Shike knew that he could not control Zhou Shixuan's decision, so he threw a sentence, "I'm broken, go and ask my aunt to find a doctor." Then he went into the house without looking back.

"Have you broken head?" Zhou Shixuan couldn't throw Fu Simien down. She took Fu Simien into the house, and her steps were clearer. When she entered the house, she asked the aunt to greet the guests first. She chased Zhou Shike upstairs.

Zhou Shike was taking off his clothes, and there was a large piece of bright red blood in the white sweater. Zhou Shixuan's face changed suddenly.

"Aren't you going to play with Yang Er?"

Zhou Shike took out clean clothes from the closet and planned to take a shower. He told Zhou Shixuan about the incident of encountering paparazzi at night.

Zhou Shixuan said she wanted to adjust the surveillance.

"If Fu Simian wants to take care of it, let's not worry." Fu Simian's attack was so cruel that it was not ordinary people. Zhou Shike had seen it before. What would happen if one more person was sued? He couldn't even get it if you asked him to pay millions.

"Although he and you are an alumni, they are outsiders." Zhou Shixuan looked at the expression on Zhou Shike's face, "I will deal with this matter."

Zhou Shixuan was not wearing high heels, and was half a head shorter than Zhou Shike. She reached out and touched the back of Zhou Shike's head carefully. The sticky touch of her fingertips made her feel aching.

"These bastards," she whispered.

Zhou Shike: "...Mr. Zhou, you can't swear."

"I'll take a shower. Fu Simian is still there. You go and entertain others." Zhou Shike entered the bathroom, and the sound of water rang out.

Fu Simian sat downstairs with a proper seat. There was a cup of steaming black tea in front of him, but he didn't move. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Shike's home.

It has a completely different layout and atmosphere from the Fu family.

It also does not match Zhou Shixuan's temperament.

It can be seen that the aunt is working hard to maintain tidyness, but she still can't stand the dogs at home, and Zhou Shike and Zhou Shixun are chasing each other all day long, throwing her pillows everywhere, and magazine figures occupy a whole single sofa.

The aunt was tidying up and nagging.

Even if no one can feel that this is a home.

Zhou Shike grew up in this family.

"Mr. Fu, thank you tonight." Zhou Shixuan got down from the upstairs and changed into her smart appearance. She sat opposite Fu Smien and put away the snacks on the coffee table without any trace.

But I don’t know who tore the potato chips open from the bottom and spilled all over the floor.

“…”

When the aunt heard the noise, she immediately came over. She quickly cleaned the ground and said while cleaning up: "They brothers competed for food in the morning, but finally decided that neither of them could eat. Then the young master quietly tore them from below..."

Zhou Shixuan dusted off the pieces on her knees expressionlessly, "Are they missing food and drink?"

The aunt immediately began to count Zhou Shixun and Zhou Shike, the two men who were working overtime in Zhou Shixuan these days, were in trouble at home.

One of them is that Zhou Shixun stole a lot of precious wine from the old couple.

Listening to what they were talking, Fu Simian reached out and picked up the hot tea on the table and sipped it. He listened to every word. It seemed that he could only learn more about what Zhou Shike should look like in this way.

"Sorry, Mr. Fu laughed. They have loved fighting since they were young." Zhou Shixuan smiled just right. When she looked at Fu Simian, she saw the expression of the promising junior.

Fu Simian had not come yet to express his opinion. Zhou Shike finished taking a shower and was covered in water vapor and went downstairs. His hair was wet and he sat next to Zhou Shixuan, "Don't the doctor come yet?"

After he asked, the aunt said in the kitchen that she would immediately.

Zhou Shike said "Oh" and then raised his eyelids to look at Fu Simian indifferently.

He was driving people with his eyes.

Fu Simian looked at him for a few seconds, slowly looked away, and finally said to Zhou Shixuan in a very sincere tone: "The tea in Mr. Zhou's family is good."

Zhou Shixuan's eyes lit up.

Fu Simian knew that he had praised him correctly.

The doctor happened to be here, and Zhou Shike was out of sight and was not upset, so he went to ask the doctor to deal with the wound.

Fu Simian kept paying attention to him.

Not long after, a dispute broke out there.

The doctor looked puzzled, "I'm afraid of infection..."

Zhou Shike frowned, "It's not such a big wound in such cold weather. Just apply some medicine."

Zhou Shixuan looked at them.

Zhou Shike's evil man complained first, "He wants to shave my hair."

And only shave the back piece, Zhou Shike didn't dare to think about what the hell it looked like.

The doctor saw him growing up and reached out to gesture, "Just a little."

Zhou Shixuan coughed.

Zhou Shike immediately put away all the impatientness. He lay on the table and said reluctantly: "Just shave a little."

The doctor took the fader and went down, and Zhou Shike's heart was cold and the back of his head was cold.

After the tea was down, Fu Simian felt warmth in his body and heart.

In the past, Zhou Shike also talked to him like this, unlike now, where there is only sarcasm.

Originally, he should have been with Zhou Shike like this. He had been in Jiangcheng's home several times in his dreams, so when he was in the Zhou family, he actually felt an unreality of being in a dream.

But he is just a guest now, and none of this has anything to do with him.

The hole was not deep and the sterilization was removed. The doctor left a few more ointments. He put away the tool kit and instructed: "Don't drink alcohol in the past few days, it will be better in a few days. You have been fighting since you were a child and haven't had a memory yet? How can someone slap the head?"

Zhou Shike reached out and pulled down the hair on it to cover the shaved piece, "Not prepared."

The aunt sent the doctor away and came over to ask Zhou Shike and Fu Simian if she wanted to eat something.

Before Fu Simian opened his mouth, Zhou Shike answered for him, "He doesn't eat, he doesn't hungry, he'll leave now."

After Zhou Shike finished speaking, he looked at Fu Simian and smiled, "Is it right?"

Fu Simian didn't want to really upset him, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Zhou Shixuan felt something was wrong.

Another strange atmosphere between Zhou Shike and Fu Simian.

There is a strangeness everywhere.

Not knowing what he thought of, Zhou Shixuan relaxed and leaned on the sofa. She raised her eyes, "Then I won't send it to Mr. Fu."

Zhou Shike stood up and said, "I'll send it." He was afraid that Fu Simian would not leave.

Fu Simian was almost dragged out by Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike threw the person outside the door. He held the door frame with one hand, as if he was afraid that Fu Simian would enter the door again. Zhou Shike stood on the steps and looked down at Fu Simian from a high place.

"Fu Simian, stop at the right time."

"A Ke, I love you, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Shike covered Fu Simien's mouth with horror and pushed him back, "Fuck, are you crazy?"

Zhou Shike's hands covered half of Fu Simian's face. He looked at Zhou Shike for a moment without a moment. Zhou Shike discovered for the first time that Fu Simian's eyes would also turn into an innocent and pitiful little animal.

He felt like something had poked his heart, and his palm felt slightly hot.

"Fu Simian, don't let Zhou Shixuan know, it's good to you and me." Zhou Shike lowered his voice, his tone full of warning.

"roll."

Zhou Shike turned around and threw it hard on the door.

Fu Simian looked at the closed door for a long time, and his eyes gradually became darker.

From the floor-to-ceiling window, you can see Fu Simian's back leaving. Zhou Shike never felt that Fu Simian's figure was so thin, so thin that it could almost shatter in the dark night.

He restrained the soreness in his heart and returned to the sofa to sit down.
To be continued...