Fu Xiangxi: "Not many."

Qin Qihua casually said: "Do you still have contacts with your ex?"

Fu Xiangxi: "..."

"Did you break up with your ex after a car accident?... Was you dumped?" Qin Qihua saw that he didn't say anything, almost affirmed his judgment, "Sorry, I didn't mean to lift your scars on purpose, but I just happened to be talking here..."

Fu Xiangxi Liangliang said: "I'm busy with work and have no time to be romantic."

"Don't worry, I really won't laugh at you, and I won't mention it anymore. I will only use double warmth, double care, and double compassion to soothe your hurt heart."

Fu Xiangxi: “…??”

Is this woman's ability to understand zero?

"Is he a blonde and blue-eyed foreign girl?" Qin Qihua asked again.

“…”

"Ah, sorry, I'm just curious, I won't mention it."

Fu Xiangxi said, "If you are so curious, why not talk about your ex first."

"I'm not curious, there's nothing to say." Qin Qihua smiled awkwardly.

Fu Xiangxi said slowly, "I'm curious, how many exes do you have?"

Qin Qihua thought silently in her heart, and then found that she really couldn't understand. Some so-called exes might just feel pleasing to them at that time, and after a few meals together, they didn't like them again... Some people don't even remember their names and appearances.

Currently, Fu Xiangxi is the only one who is super attractive. No matter how you look at it, it looks good, with no blind spots in 360 degrees, completely touching her aesthetic point.

Fu Xiangxi: "I can't count it?"

His voice became a little colder again.

"Of course not." Qin Qihua decisively denied and said in an extremely sincere voice, "They have no impression in my mind at all. My heart is now completely occupied by you, and the past has become clouds."

The two went down to the first floor and headed to the restaurant. The sunset poured in from outside the window and reflected on the man's undercurrent face.

After a moment, he said indifferently: "Your heart is occupied by the money of the Fu family."

"..." Why does this person always make the conversation die?

...

After dinner, Qin Qihua was thinking about work and went back to her room to arrange her own affairs.

In addition to her first day of dressing, she also needs to prepare the materials she has drawn before to prove her strength. Also, she needs to carefully understand the Zhengda Jewelry Company. At present, she only knows that the K&Q Jewelry under Zhengda has counters in major shopping malls across the country. Sometimes the new styles they offer are quite beautiful.

Qin Qihua turned on the computer and entered the company's official website. She roughly looked at the development history and corporate culture so as not to have an awkward scene when she was at work on the first day. Then, she went to the online mall to see the styles she is currently promoting.

Qin Qihua stayed in his room for several hours. After the night was dark, he went to the bathroom to wash.

When she was lying on the bed with ease, she fell into trouble.

Do you want to go downstairs to find him?

I was so frustrated by his "satisfied" last night...

I'm a little Buddha, I want to have a slept in a vain.

Qin Qihua thought about it, but without the motivation to go downstairs, his eyes closed and his consciousness gradually fell into chaos.

Until the sudden ringtone of the cell phone woke her up.

"……Hello?"

"Mrs. Young Madam, are you asleep?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Qin Qihua's tone was impatient.

The housekeeper thoughtfully and said, "Mr. Fu is not asleep yet, don't you go and see him?"

Qin Qihua was weak, "Why haven't he been asleep yet?" The mobile phone remembered in one second to provide you with wonderful novel reading.

"This... I don't know... Mr. Fu never talks to me about his worries..." The housekeeper laughed dryly.

"..." Qin Qihua's eyes were about to close again.

"Mrs. Young lady, go and have a look."

"Ah?" Her hazy consciousness was awakened again.

"We cannot let the good rehabilitation situation be destroyed, we cannot let him stay up late as before... Young lady, only you can persuade him."

Qin Qihua strongly cheered up and sat up, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

She threw away her cell phone and yawned.

Qin Qihua's mind was trapped in a cloud of mucus. With a little willpower and unfounded sense of responsibility, he forced himself to get out of bed and leave the room.

I went down to the second floor and before I could go to his room, I heard the sound of a piano.

...I don't sleep in the middle of the night, come over to play the piano, and I have insomnia?

Qin Qihua walked towards the leisure hall. Sure enough, he was sitting in front of the piano, wearing a nightgown, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol floating in the air. It seemed that he was not only playing the piano, but also pretending to smoke and drink.

Qin Qihua walked to the piano, sat on the armrest of his wheelchair, picked up the wine glass from the piano, and drank the remaining half glass of wine in one sip.

The man paused his fingers while playing the piano, and after a few seconds, he continued to play.

Qin Qihua reached out and poked her to the piano. She also learned it when she was a child, but she was really impatient and was always at a half-baked level.

She felt that Fu Xiangxi could be a performer.

Qin Qi drew an arm on Fu Xiangxi's shoulder, and poked the keys one by one hand, as if it was against his rhythm. Others played four-handed teams, but when they came to her, they were talking to each other.

Fu Xiangxi stopped playing the piano, reached out to get the cigarette box on the piano, pulled out one, and picked up the lighter again.

He had just lit a cigarette, but was taken directly from Qin Qihua. She wrung the cigarette into the ashtray and said, "I don't like the smell of smoke, it's so scent."

After sitting on the handrail for a long time, she felt uncomfortable, so she changed her position and sat directly on Fu Xiangxi's lap.

He wrapped his hands around his neck, kissed his lips, and said, "Do you have insomnia?"

"Heart." Fu Xiangxi's voice was hoarse.

She didn't come, he was trapped in the dark and became increasingly bipolar and had a split headache.

But he didn't want to see her. He wanted to be alone, but was tortured by being alone.

She raised her hand, pressed it on both sides of his temples, and gently rubbed him.

Seeing his suppressed and suffocating expression, she understood a little why he often stayed up late and smoked and drank. Otherwise, how could he fight against the dual pain from both body and spirit.

Fu Xiangxi pulled Qin Qihua's hand off and said coldly: "You go back to your room to sleep."

"I like to listen to you playing the piano." Qin Qihua hugged the man's waist and leaned his head against his shoulder. "Anyway, I can't sleep now, so let me listen to the piano trumpet."

She paused and said, "If you can order a song, play "Silent Voice".

Fu Xiangxi was silent for a moment, put his hands on the piano again, and he played a few melodies casually, gradually, as she said, she played the "Silent Voice" she ordered.

Qin Qihua raised his head and looked at him quietly while listening to music.

The moonlight reflected into the room, clearly outlining his outline. His eyes were not covered at all, and his slender eyelashes cast a row of thick shadows in the sockets. The mole at the end of his eyes seemed to tell a sad story, fragile and cold.

After playing a song, she ordered another song.

Gradually, sleepiness came again, Qin Qihua leaned on Fu Xiangxi's shoulder and listened to the song with his eyes closed.

Listening to the song, I fell asleep when I didn't know...

Fu Xiangxi heard the uniform and long breathing sound in his ears, and the sound of the piano under his hands became soothing and gentle, like a sleeping song.

At the end of the song, he withdrew his hand and slowly stroked her hair, fingers passing through her hair.

Qin Qihua slept very heavily. He did not wake her up and took her to the bedroom on the second floor.

When he arrived at the bed, he picked up her legs, took off his slippers, put his other hand around her shoulder, picked her up horizontally, and put it on the bed.

Because he could only sit in a wheelchair, this very simple thing took him some effort.

After Qin Qi painted the bed, he rolled around and slept even more soundly.

Fu Xiangxi stood up in a wheelchair, sat on the bed, and slowly lifted his legs up.

His hand touched his legs, and a hint of disgust flashed between his eyebrows, but he then massaged himself.

After a moment, he lay quietly in the darkness, and his thoughts once again galloped like wild horses, endlessly endless.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, trying to calm his mind.

Qin Qihua turned over and rolled over. She was sleeping like a cub, moving to him and climbing up to his body.

Fu Xiangxi: "..."

Her rhythmic breathing sounds rose and fell in his ears.

Her sweet smell penetrated his breath.

Gradually, he finally fell asleep.

...

The next day, Qin Qihua was awakened by a strange phenomenon...

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that handsome face...

Sweat slipped down his cheeks, and the face that made it look extremely sexy.

No, brother, it’s early in the morning! I still want to have a good sleep!

“…Woo…I want to sleep…”

The man said in a hoarse voice: "You came to me in the middle of the night last night, weren't you for this?"
To be continued...