Chapter 111

That day, Fu Xiaoqian and Liao Zhenbo went through a debate about imprisonment and freedom in the woods, and they didn't say a word more.

Actually, it's not a debate.

That is to say, Du Xiaoqian put it forward, which was easily resolved by Liao Zhenbo.

Although Fu Xiaoqian had a good idea of her language organization ability in front of Liao Zhenbo, which was close to the kindergarten level, she was still frustrated.

So when Liao Zhenbo wanted to go back that day, he asked, "go back together?"

Fu Xiaoqian with black hair, went to the wooden window, the sun came in from the outside, Fu Xiaoqian subconsciously raised her arm, to block the sun. Reaching out to open the wooden window, a row of swallows danced before her eyes. She seemed to be infected. She looked at the swallows and knew that they had become black spots. Then she remembered that someone had just asked her a question and was waiting for her answer. Instead of looking back, she just pinned the hair scattered on her cheek behind her ears and shook her head.

Liao Zhenbo had already lifted his hand to the air, tightened his fingers one by one, and finally dropped it to the side of his body. One breath from the nasal cavity overflow, floating silent. He knew that her rejection was inevitable.

"Stay with you for a while?" Liao Zhenbo asked in a very low voice, showing a lack of self-confidence that he didn't even realize.

But after seeing Fu Xiaoqian shake her head again, her eyes follow Fu Xiaoqian's line of sight and float to the distant blue sky.

Today's sky is really blue, cloudless, clean as if it had just been washed. Occasionally a few wisps of warm wind blowing, not far from the flowers and leaves, swaying with the wind, it is a beautiful weather. Liao Zhenbo thinks that this kind of weather is suitable for finding a clean beach. Two people walk barefoot on the soft sand with their fingers clasped. They walk along the coastline all the time. Occasionally they look back to see the footprints left on the beach. They look at each other and smile.

Tired of walking, two people can lie on the beach chair, talking about the past, talking about the present, and creating the future.

How about Hawaii?

Listen to Muyun say, there is a holy land for vacation, since it is a holy land, then it should not be wrong.

Go alone? No, no, all his life plans are no longer a person, a person is too lonely, too lonely.

Two people? It seems to be so far away, but he can wait, really can wait, really not in a hurry.

The figure next to her moved for a moment, as if she was tired. She raised one foot and shook it. The movement was very small, as if she was afraid of being discovered by others. Is there anyone else here? No, just Liao Zhenbo.

"When do you want to go back, call me and I'll send a car to pick you up, eh?"

At the end of the sentence, Liao Zhenbo sees Fu Xiaoqian's Liu Mei frown and turns his head to one side, showing obvious impatience.

Liao Zhenbo didn't say any more. He turned around and walked two steps. Finally, a voice came from behind. The voice was very light and misty. He could tell that she didn't turn around. "Everyone's gone. I live alone."

The heart seems to be violently rubbed by something, and it seems to be lit a small flame. Liao Zhenbo knows that she is avoiding all the people and things related to him. He stood in the same place and pressed his mood. The fire was pressed down, but the smoke left by the fire did not disappear. It was blocked in his chest. Looking back, he lost his smiling face. "People should not take it away. It would be very inconvenient to take ice life away. After a while, I'll tell them not to show up in your sight, so they won't interfere with your life. "

"Tell mother Wu to go back." Fu Xiaoqian did not insist.

"Well, when you get back, I'll send you another nanny." The puff of smoke in his chest continued to expand, causing a sharp pain in his chest, but he could not show it. She knew that the relationship between Wu Ma and him, though not mother and son, was better than mother and son.

Doesn't it mean that she doesn't want to have anything to do with Wu Ma if she wants to drive her away? What can he say? She hates him so much, can he tie her?

"No more." Fu Xiaoqian finally willing to turn his head, eyes swept from his face, so indifferent, "I can take care of myself."

"Bingbing, you are not well now. I have to be responsible for your health." He can't be angry now, he has to smile, he said softly.

"Do you have to be so hypocritical?" Fu Xiaoqian suddenly roared out, and suddenly realized that she had not controlled her temper again, so she turned around again, like explaining, "maybe you don't know, I lived alone abroad when I was very young, and I've been used to this kind of life, so I can take care of myself here."

He stopped in the middle, like a struggle in his heart, and then said, "don't worry."

How could he not know that she had lived abroad? In fact, as long as she was willing to be careful, she would find that everything in Liao's house was arranged according to her preferences. Including breakfast is also prepared according to her usual taste, all the clothes in the dressing room are configured according to her style.

He could have known so much, but she said he didn't.

Well, she thought that if she didn't know, she wouldn't know. "Well, I'll call you every day, and you can tell me what you need at that time." Liao Zhenbo said, then turned and strode away, he can no longer stay in this room, can no longer face to face with her.When Liao Zhenbo went downstairs, lesen was waiting downstairs, while Wu Ma was cleaning up the kitchen alone.

"Wu Ma, let's go back together." He put his hands in his trousers pocket, standing at the door of the kitchen, looking at the old figure busy up and down.

She is really old. The back of her head is covered with frosty hair, and her work is not as agile as before. She is afraid that her eyesight is not so good. She always wipes the same place more than three times before she gives up.

When Wu Ma heard Liao Zhenbo's words, she put down her cloth and turned to look at Liao Zhenbo, her eyes were full of disbelief.

Liao Zhenbo understood that he had asked Wu Ma to take care of her. He didn't trust others. He believed in her most. He knew that Fu Xiaoqian would need to be comforted emotionally when she woke up. He also thought that Wu Ma was that person, but he never thought that even Wu Ma would be implicated by him.

"Don't worry." With a smile, Liao Zhenbo walked over, took the cloth from Wu Ma's hand, put it on the shelf, and walked out with Wu's shoulder in his hand. "She knows how to take care of herself when she's so big. Besides, isn't there Zhang Yu and Gao Haoyan? "

"But she's not well yet." Wu Ma looked upstairs with some worry.

"Well, I'll call every day to supervise."

Wu Ma had no choice but to get on the bus with Liao Zhenbo.

The reason why Fu Xiaoqian lives in the villa is complicated. Of course, the fewer people who know about it, the better. So Liao Zhenbo didn't take the driver with him. Lesen drove in and out of the villa. Liao Zhenbo took the co driver's seat and looked up to see Fu Xiaoqian's bedroom window. The first time to update

where the windows are closed, let alone can see people.

Although he didn't hold hope, there was a trace of disappointment at the bottom of his heart. He recalled that she had just lost control, and was afraid that he was too wordy.

That night, Liao Zhenbo made a phone call to the villa in the suburb. It was Zhang Yu who answered the call. Liao Zhenbo asked him to call Fu Xiaoqian to answer the phone. After a long time, Zhang Yu replied that his wife was lying down and didn't want to get up.

The next day, Liao Zhenbo asked lesen to deliver his mobile phone. Then dial the phone, ring for a long time, until a woman's voice comes out of the phone, telling the other party that it has been turned off.

On the third day, Liao Zhenbo changed to send a text message. The content of the text message is, are you better? Do you eat on time? When do you want to come back?

These short messages are like the phone calls of the previous two days, but there is no sound.

On the fourth day, Zhang Yu reported that today, under the sun, his wife loosened the soil and watered the open space. At noon, I had two bowls of rice. I seemed to be in a good mood. I was also told to go to the surrounding market to buy some vegetable seeds.

After listening, Liao Zhenbo didn't say a word and hung up the phone.

On the fifth day, Gao Haoyan reported that his wife had started to sow seeds today. She said that it might not be long before green buds began to sprout on this land.

"Tell Madame not to be busy. Even if it sprouts, I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of it. " When making these two calls, Liao Zhenbo was at about 10 o'clock in the evening.

So what does Liao Zhenbo do in the daytime?

He is like a spinning top, more like a cold machine that only knows how to work. Every day there are endless documents, endless meetings and endless customers. He arranges his time very closely, and he wants to use every minute as an hour.

As Liao Zhenbo's right-hand assistant, lesen felt unprecedented pressure for the first time, and Wang Lin was able to help.

Not to mention, all the people on the top floor have been living in low pressure for a week. They can't bear the pressure of the workload every day, but they can only be angry and dare not speak up. They eagerly hope that they can relax a little at the weekend, but in Liao Zhenbo's sentence, "all the staff work overtime at the weekend." In the voice, hope is shattered.

In the evening, when the lights start to shine, looking down from the 108th floor, the stars dot the city's feet to form a flowing galaxy, and the city begins to gradually return to silence. Liao Zhenbo's heart seems to have thousands of horses running by, and the dust seems to want to cover his reason. He thought about her like crazy. He wanted to drive to the villa in the suburb, wake her up in his sleep, and tell her that he had repented and didn't want to let her hide here alone to enjoy leisure. He didn't want to suffer any more.

When he turned around, he saw Wang Lin, holding a snack, "Mr. Liao, you haven't eaten all day. Eat some first, and then continue to work."

In a trance, what he understood turned out to be his wife. The thin corners of his lips raised a smile and said in a soft voice, "keep it. I'll eat later."

Step forward, but hope in front of him, he suddenly turned, cold voice way, "out."

He looked up at the sky, only five days, he had begun to hallucinate.

If she turns around for a lifetime, what a miserable life he will have.

So, he really can't hurry, he must bear this temperament, let her let the fire in the heart to diarrhea, and then walk in again.