There was no sound behind him, and Su Jin''s heart was a little flustered.


    When I was about to turn back and ask for clarification, I felt that my waist was hot and a warm hand covered the wound.


    The man''s big hand gently massaged her wound. The strength was just right. The warmth penetrated into the waist with his palm, which was unspeakable comfortable.


    "Relax." Fu Siming''s low voice didn''t mean to be angry. Su brocade''s tight body finally relaxed.


    She gave a low voice and lay down on the sofa.


    In my heart, I was still at sixes and sevens. I secretly glanced at Fu Siyu. My face was tight and pulled for a long time. It seemed that I was very angry.


    Feeling Su Jin peeking, Fu Sihui raised his eyes and looked at her. His eyes were helpless. A sentence burst out from between his teeth: "you''re not dying."


    Su Jin squeezed out a flattering smile and said in a low voice: "no, next time..."


    "And next time?" As soon as the hand behind her stopped, a trace of coolness came over. Before Su Jin felt her waist, he covered it with a blanket.


    The warm feeling spread from the waist to the limbs, unspeakable comfort.


    Fu Siming walked around to Su Jin and sat in front of her. Su Jin had to look up at him because of his tall figure.


    "No, there''s no next time." Su Jin saw Fu Siming''s iron green face and quickly softened: "this time it''s all my fault. It has nothing to do with the people you arranged. They do their duty. Don''t punish them."


    "You still care about others. You''d better take care of yourself first." Fu Siming didn''t give Su brocade any face. Su brocade was overwhelmed by his overbearing strength.


    But why was she not angry at all and still full of joy?


    Fu Sihui got up and stepped aside to make a phone call.


    Su Jin lies on the sofa and looks at him not far away. He has long legs, narrow waist and strong muscles. Even ordinary clothes can wear a unique style on him.


    When Su Jin was infatuated with flowers, he saw the door opened by the bodyguard.


    Computers and office materials moved in one by one.


    What surprised Su brocade most was Fu Siming''s daily necessities.


    From bedding to toothbrush and slippers.


    Su Jin''s eyes suddenly widened. What is this?


    He''s not moving in.


    "Hey, what are you doing?" Although he has established a relationship with Fu Siming, Su Jin is also prepared to accompany him all his life.


    But not now. Is Sheng Yunfu still here?


    Can Fu Siming save her some face!


    Fu Siming chose to turn a blind eye to Su Jin''s protest and planned his boundary in more than ten minutes.


    The living room balcony was occupied by his desk, and the clothes were forced into the Sujin wardrobe.


    Even the Sujin room upstairs was not spared.


    Sheng Yunfu came out with a muddled face and asked Su Jin silently. Su Jin made a gesture of begging for mercy with a helpless face.


    They motioned silently, and Sheng Yunfu finally understood.


    Fu Siming is going to move in with Su Jin.


    She got up and went back to the house, took her schoolbag and went downstairs.


    Su Jin looked at her puzzled: "Why are you going?"


    Fu Siming heard the voice and looked up at them. Sheng Yunfu smiled awkwardly at him, and then said to Su Jin, "I don''t want to stay here and eat / your dog food."


    Then, as if nothing had happened, he said to Fu Siyu, "I''m afraid that master Yun can''t do it alone in the hospital. I''ll go and see him."


    Fu Siming nodded as he should and ordered the bodyguard: "drive Miss Sheng."


    "Thank you." Sheng Yunfu left without looking back.


    Su Jin looked at her back and always felt that she seemed to run away.


    What about taking care of her and cooking for her?


    "She''s gone. Who will take care of me?" Su Jin looks embarrassed. It''s more convenient for women to take care of them than men.


    Especially some embarrassing things, such as going to the bathroom.


    At that time, she can''t let Fu Siming help her.


    Fu Siming gave her a cool look: "I called a servant. You don''t have to worry about it. They will take care of you during your recovery."


    "Oh." Su brocade answered with a low voice, but her heart said, "isn''t it unnecessary for you to be here?".


    But she didn''t dare to say that, and she could only think about it in her heart.


    At dinner, the servant arranged by Fu Siming cooked a table of exquisite dishes.


    It''s completely made according to the taste of Sujin. Because she''s healing, the taste is lighter.


    Su Jin couldn''t get up, so the servant brought the meal to her: "Miss Su, the meal is ready. Do you think the taste is suitable?"


    The servant was a woman in her fifties. She was fat and smiled very kind.


    Su Jin didn''t dislike her. She took a scoop and put it into her mouth. She praised, "thank you. It''s delicious."


    "Well, if Miss Su wants anything, just mention it." The servant smiled and saw that Su brocade was hard to eat, so he took the initiative to help.


    "Let me feed you."


    So big, Sujin has not received such treatment.


    Not that she couldn''t bear it, but because she was used to it, she waved her hand: "I can do it myself. Thank you."


    The servant looked at Fu Sishui and saw that he nodded, so he no longer insisted.


    Because lying on his stomach oppressing his chest, Su brocade breathed a little hard, and his upper waist was injured. His body could not move at will, so he ate slowly.


    If you want to eat vegetables, you must straighten your arms.


    Just as Su brocade was struggling to pick up vegetables, a pair of warm hands took away her chopsticks.


    By the time Sujin regained consciousness, the dish had reached her mouth.


    Su Jin''s startled heart pounded, and her eyes looked at Fu Siming with panic.


    The man in charge of the imperial capital, Fu Siming, who turned his hand over the clouds and covered his hand with rain, even fed her food in person.


    I''m afraid no one believes it.


    "Open your mouth." After a long time, Fu Siming opened his mouth coldly.


    Although the tone is not good, the action is very gentle.


    Su Jin couldn''t help opening his mouth, slowly eating the food into his mouth and chewing it carefully.


    A meal tasted sweet.


    When Su brocade regained consciousness, the two bowls of rice had already seen the end.


    "I usually can''t eat so much." Su Jin''s face is red. What''s the matter today? She ate two bowls of rice.


    Fu Sihui smiled at her faintly: "you are too thin. You will be fat only if you eat more."


    Thin?


    Su Jin pinched her cheek, which was not as dry as before.


    Now her face full of collagen, where thin.


    If she eats like this, won''t she become fat?


    Unfortunately, Fu Siming didn''t give her a chance to explain. He took the bowl and turned away. The servant had a good eye and took the bowl to wash.


    He went back to his desk and went on working.


    Su Jin lay on the sofa and looked at her mobile phone bored. She burped because she ate too much.


    The room was quiet. Sujin hiccupped one by one. It was very rhythmic.


    Others looked nothing, but Su brocade blushed.


    The more she tried to press down, she couldn''t stop.


    Hiccups, hiccups, one after another, almost broke her down.