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Chapter 92 The Disabled Doctor Who Lost His Widow's Widow (28)

Delusion aside, Fu Mingzhe had no intention of using this as an excuse to shirk his debt.

If she hadn't said she wanted to leave that day, he would have planned to return to the Institute of Biology and resume his job in a few days.

Now that his leg has healed, there is even less reason for him not to go to work…

Even though I would be very busy when I returned home, there were times when I was away from home for several months.

But he didn't expect that when Qingyao came to give him a massage in the evening, he asked to go back to the research institute, and he felt that she... seemed angry?

Fu Mingzhe was nervous and was about to use the IOU as an excuse, but she agreed first.

However, she wanted him to promise to come back every day to rest, eat food brought from home for three meals, not touch things given by others, and to carry two bodyguards with him.

In order to justify bringing bodyguards, he still needs to sit in the wheelchair for a while in front of his colleagues.

Don't even think about leaving if he doesn't agree.

Fu Mingzhe had the novel experience of being checked up on by his girlfriend.

If it were someone else, they might feel suffocated and couldn't stand being so closely guarded.

But he can't, or rather, his brain circuits are different from those of ordinary people.

From these conditions, he felt that she was nervous about him and wanted to protect him strictly, as if he was very important in her heart!

Even during this year, he spent 90% of his time in the car, and only went out for medical treatment in a shelter in the capital.

Just that one time, he discovered that her identity was unusual.

So many important figures were smiling and polite in front of her.

When the traditional Chinese medicine doctor treated him, it was like he was receiving a VIP.

He doesn't think that his achievements are worthy of the attention of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

It can only be because of her!

It was because of her that he was able to easily see the traditional Chinese medicine doctor and even cut in line, allowing the traditional Chinese medicine doctor to give him priority in treatment.

The fact that she made such an arrangement proved that she was worried that someone would take him hostage and threaten her!
The more she controls him, it proves that she cares about him, doesn't it?
Fu Mingzhe could hardly suppress the smile on his face, and sweet bubbles were bubbling in his heart.

He didn't deliberately inquire about her identity, not because he was not curious, but because it was inappropriate.

He didn't want her to misunderstand him. Even just a thought would make him feel very uncomfortable.

The longer he was in contact with her, the less he could control his thoughts.

His possessiveness of her became stronger and stronger.

It was so strong that the career he once loved the most has now become a stumbling block that prevents him from watching her silently from a close distance every day!
His reasoning held back his rebellious desire to be a lazy person, and he punched himself twice for wanting to cheat and act like a bad person, before he reluctantly tore his eyes away from her to avoid looking like a hopeless pervert.

The two were silent, one of them turned pink all over, drooped her long eyelashes, and gritted her teeth to endure the itch in her heart.

No matter how many times those hands moved on his body, he could never get used to it and feel nothing at all.

Every massage was a mixture of pain and pleasure for him, and very torturous.

In every sense.

But one of them was completely focused and attentive, as if the person in front of him was not a living person but a human model for practice.

Suddenly, the old man's long-lost laughter was heard from the outer room, interrupting the quiet pink atmosphere in the inner room.

"Old man, you seem to be well-informed. You wipe your hands and put on your clothes first. I'll go out first." Qingyao wiped her hands and stood up.

"...Oh, okay." Fu Mingzhe responded sullenly.

The sweetness of tension is always so short-lived. Fu Mingzhe felt like he was being dodged and a little lost.

Maybe it was because of the world they had as a couple for the whole year, which was never disturbed. She only had eyes for him and she spoiled him.

She just came back and her attention has been diverted by others. Is he not used to it yet?
Fu Mingzhe slowly got up; slowly took the wet towel that she had washed and still smelled of lime; slowly wiped off the excess medicine oil and sweat; slowly put on the clothes she gave him.

After tidying up the collar and cuffs, the stuffy feeling in my chest was much better.

He exhaled softly, stroking the gold pattern on the clothes.

Even before the end of the world, this dress was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. He once asked, "Where did you get this dress?"

Qingyao answered honestly: "I made it myself, doesn't it look good?"

Fu Mingzhe:!!!

Looking back now, Fu Mingzhe still finds it incredible.

When had she secretly measured his size?
And made clothes like this for him?

When he sleeps?

Fu Mingzhe was both happy and distressed.

Doesn't that mean that she actually had less rest time and was more tired than he thought?
But...she sewed this secretly for herself. She has me in her heart, right?

The two conflicting mentalities fought back and forth, becoming a tangled mess.

Then goose.

Judging from appearance alone, Fu Mingzhe just frowned slightly, looking even colder and more serious than usual, like a cold-blooded dean who specialized in standing at the back door to catch students' pigtails!

At least, that’s what Wang Yuchen, who just opened the door and put his little head in, thought!

"Is something wrong?"

Fu Mingzhe's voice sounded chilly and he seemed like someone who was not easy to mess with.

Wang Yuchen shrank his neck and said, "Well, big sister told you not to lock yourself in the room all the time, come out and have some fun together."

After saying that, little friend Wang Yuchen turned around and ran away without even having time to close the door tightly.

Hearing this, Fu Mingzhe was stunned for a moment, and the confusion in his heart immediately dissipated, like a ray of sunshine shining into his heart, warm but not to the point of burning him.

……

Ever since Fu Mingzhe returned to work at the Institute of Biology, Qingyao has resumed her "street stalker" style random inspection work.

It’s no wonder that after this random inspection, the shelter has changed so much compared to a year ago!
There are some minor problems, yes, but they are all easily solved.

She didn't need to say anything. As long as Captain Li found out where she was hanging out today, he would pay special attention to that place, and the person in charge there would become nervous.

Those little problems will disappear soon.

And her random inspections have no pattern at all.

Even if someone wanted to specifically inquire and summarize the rules, there is no way to start.

If you have that much spare time, it would be easier to just take care of your own little piece of land.

Today, all the people living in the air-raid shelter have been transferred to the underground shelter in Wutong City.

Air-raid shelters were used as storage points for industrial raw materials and concentration camps for various processing plants.

The two are connected by a subway passage. There are three safety gates at the entrance and exit to prevent dust, rats and ants from entering, and the control is very strict.

The underground population is dense, and after life stabilized, many newborns were born, so epidemic prevention became the top priority for Captain Li.

After Qingyao left, there were occasional incidents of rats and ants injuring people in the shelter. Captain Li was very worried that the plague would break out in the shelter, so he put a lot of effort into this area!

Qingyao had encountered similar problems in shelters at other alliance camps.

Fortunately, all the battalion commanders were fully aware of the harm caused by the plague and paid close attention to this issue, and no plague was found to be rampant anywhere.

But this still couldn't reassure her. The world consciousness, this jerk, would never allow the super virus in two years to be dropped by Butterfly.

Just as Qingyao was thinking about the world consciousness, she heard a voice of surprise and joy: "Xiao Ruan... is that you?"

Got it!
The troubles belonging to the heroine cannot be eliminated by Butterfly!
　Fu Mingzhe was twisted in a dark knot: he wanted to be close to her, wanted to keep looking at her, wanted to stay by her side, wanted to...

　　Qingyao: What are you thinking about? Don't stay in the room all the time, come out and have some fun.

　　Fu Mingzhe was sunny for a second: Here it comes!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)