Are you in love?the kind of life

Chapter 118

On the hospital bed, Mr. Fu had an oxygen tube inserted into his nose. He was resting with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and looked over when he heard the sound of the door opening. When he saw Hei Xiaoxiao standing behind Fu Yao, he bent his eyes: "Xiao Xiao Xiao is here?" He just woke up, his voice was a little weak, he raised his hand to beckon someone, Hei Xiaoxiao walked over, sat down beside his bed, and held his hand: "Grandpa, how are you feeling?" ?”

"Grandpa is fine." Old Master Fu looked at him with a smile and comforted him.After saying this, he raised his head and looked at Fu Yao who was standing by the door and didn't come over.

"What are you doing standing there? Come here." Old Master Fu looked at him, his eyes widened, his voice slightly out of breath.

Fu Yao paused for a moment, then raised his foot and walked over, lowering his head and calling out: "Grandpa..."

"What are you doing with a mournful face? Your grandfather and I are not dead yet." Mr. Fu raised his hand and patted him lightly. When he saw the man's instantly red eyes, he smiled softly: "Actually, I have I knew that such a day would come, and I didn't feel too sad, but I was a little disappointed, I thought they would change..."

"Ah Yao, grandpa doesn't blame you. You did the right thing." Old Master Fu looked at him with a slight smile on his face. He said, "Even if it's not you today, it will be someone else tomorrow. Same, It's all the same... blame me for not teaching them well..."

"Grandpa, don't say that, it's not your fault..." Fu Yao looked at the elderly man on the hospital bed, finally choked up his voice, squatted down beside the bed, and looked at him calmly.

The person in front of him didn't look like someone from the Fu family, but Mr. Fu forcibly saw some shadow of his eldest son in him.

"From now on, your grandpa will be the only family member left for me," Mr. Fu sighed, and then changed his words as if thinking of something, "No, Xiaoxiao is also added."

Hei Xiaoxiao: "..."

Mr. Fu took their hands together and held them together. He looked at the two and smiled: "You must remember to take care of me, an old man, until the end of his life."

Hei Xiaoxiao blushed and said nothing, Fu Yao glanced at him, curled his lips, smiled more easily than ever before, nodded, and said solemnly: "Okay."

After coming out of the hospital, Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the people beside him. Fu Yao took his hand and put it in his coat pocket, leading him towards the parking lot.

"Where are we going now?"

"Go back and bring some change of clothes for grandpa." Fu Yao replied, "Do you want to come with me?"

Hearing this, Hei Xiaoxiao gave him a blank look: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Fu Yao looked at him and smiled, holding his hand tightly.

Old man Fu lay in the hospital for two days, and Hei Xiaoxiao and Fu Yao also stayed in the hospital for two days, until the old man yelled that he would not leave the hospital and jumped off the stairs, and then Fu Yao went through the discharge procedures.

After sending the person home to make sure that the other person is fine, Fu Yao turned around and drove to the company. He just bought Jones' company, and there are still a lot of follow-ups waiting for him to do, plus what happened to his parents and uncle decades ago The truth of his death was revealed, and many media outlets were waiting for him to come forward to explain.

Fu Yao was so busy that he was so busy that the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and finally he directly stayed in the company.

It was already a week later when I spoke with Hei Xiaoxiao on the phone.

During this period of time, Hei Xiaoxiao has been living in Fu's house in order to take care of Mr. Fu. The two of them haven't talked on the phone or seen each other for a week. Before Fu Yao called, Hei Xiaoxiao had already decided to go to his company to find someone early the next morning. up.

"Are you busy?" The deep and magnetic voice flowed slowly in the night, piercing the bone marrow.

Hei Xiaoxiao was lying on the bed, looking at the photo of the man and the old man on the side cabinet, pursing the corners of his lips, "I just went to bed, ready to go to bed." He has been resting in the man's room for the past few days. The big bed was full of the other party's incomparably pleasant aura, every time Hei Xiaoxiao couldn't help thinking about someone, he would secretly take a deep breath.

Fu Yao laughed lowly when he heard his words: "It's only ten o'clock, why go to bed so early?"

"Grandpa goes to bed early these days, I'm the only one at home, and I'm bored."

Hearing what he said, Fu Yao was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, there was already a touch of apology in his voice: "Sorry, my fault."

"Why did you apologize again?" Hei Xiaoxiao laughed.

"Then what should I do?" Fu Yao also laughed along with him.

"Well...you have to make it up to me when you come back." Hei Xiaoxiao thought for a while.

"Okay." Fu Yao smiled and nodded in response. In the company that has already left work early, only the lights in his office are still on, the computer on the desk is still working, and the exhaust vent is making a slight running sound. He sees Looking at the last document left on the computer screen, he whispered: "What compensation do you want?"

"Think for yourself," Hei Xiaoxiao turned over on the big bed, smiled and said, "It would be so boring if I said it."

"it is good."

Fu Yao responded, and for a while, the two of them didn't speak. There was only a slight electric current in their ears, and each other's shallow breathing. Fu Yao was typing on the keyboard, but he stopped at this time.

"Xiaoxiao." He called.

"Huh?" Hei Xiaoxiao responded softly.

"I miss you." Fu Yao said.

Hei Xiaoxiao's ears moved, gradually turning bright red under the soft light.

"And you, do you miss me?"

Hei Xiaoxiao: "..."

Fu Yao held his breath slightly and waited for the person's answer, but the other person didn't speak. It wasn't until he was slightly discouraged and wanted to say it was over, that he heard a voice on the phone that was not much louder than a mosquito: "I think about it..."

At that moment, the smile on the man's face was more dazzling than the neon lights outside the window.

At two o'clock in the morning, the silver-gray car galloped all the way on the empty road, and finally stopped slowly in front of the white carved gate, and pushed open the closed gate with a cold air. The spacious villa was silent, and no one woke up. Anyone, went straight upstairs, came to his room, opened the door and pressed the switch on the wall, the soft light illuminated the tiredness on that handsome face.

With his head down, Fu Yao walked in while unbuttoning his suit, but when he looked up and saw the sleeping person on the bed, he stopped in his tracks.

Hei Xiaoxiao curled up, buried his head in the soft pillow, and was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, his peaceful sleeping face was unusually soft under the light.

Fu Yao blinked his eyes and came back to his senses, only to realize that he had walked to the side of the bed and knelt down on one knee at some point, looking at the person on the bed without blinking.