Chapter 382

When he came out after washing, assistant Wei had already come.

As a special assistant of the president, assistant Wei generally came very early and became a habit later.

"President, here you are." Assistant Wei said hello.

Fu xishen replied, "show me all the planning documents I didn't finish reading yesterday."

Assistant Wei immediately turned out all the documents and put them on Fu xishen's desk: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Qin hasn't modified the plans that manager Li said yesterday."

Assistant Wei marked all the documents one by one and put them on the table. Qin Fang opened the door and came in. Then he withdrew again.

"No, you came so early?"

"Early?" Fu xishen said faintly.

"It's not too early." Qin Fang came in and sat on his desk: "it's just that since you gave me the company away, your working hours have been extremely irregular. I think I'm thankful to see you, right, Wei Zhu?"

Assistant Wei still stood beside Fu xishen and replied, "no, Mr. Qin, every time you are in a meeting or talking, Mr. Fu will also arrive at the company, but you don't see it."

Qin Fang glanced: "if you hadn't worked with me for so long, I would have thought you were flattering."

"Is it very idle today? Read these documents." Fu xishen lost several documents on his desk.

Qin Fang opened it and looked at it. It was not the content he saw yesterday. Then he was relieved: "you still have a conscience..."

"HMM... cough..." Fu xishen said and coughed twice.

Both stopped talking and began to work seriously.

The silence was broken until the afternoon.

"Mr. Fu, there is a lady named Jin outside the door who wants to see you." Assistant Wei came up and said.

"Tell her she's not feeling well and can't see you." Fu xishen refused cleanly.

"How can you refuse a lady so rudely?" Qin Fang tutted.

"You want to see you. Go down and see you." Fu xishen remained unchanged.

"OK." Qin Fang stood up: "then I'll show you how your suitor likes me."

Then Qin swaggered out.

"This... Mr. Fu, does it really matter?" Assistant Wei said uncertainly.

"It doesn't matter. He wants to peek. Let him peek." When Fu xishen finished, he coughed again.

"Are you ill? Why don't I call a doctor to show you?" Assistant Wei said.

"It's all right. It's just that my throat is a little itchy. Pour me a cup of hot tea." Fu xishen's eyes did not leave the document, and he had the intention to deal with everything today.

Assistant Wei naturally went out to make a cup of hot tea and sent it in. He didn't care much.

At night, as yesterday, Fu xishen stood in the yard.

It's just that the weather is a little different. Yesterday was just a breeze, but today it's a strong wind. The people who disturb are not peaceful.

"Miss Zhao, why don't you let Mr. Fu come up and sit down, even if he's sitting on the sofa and you don't see him?" Sister Wang suggested.

"He wants to stay there. He's not stupid. It's just to go home early in such a strong wind." Zhao Qiqing sat on the recliner by the window, looking at the book with the dim wall lamp on.

"Still like Xiao Fu, it's obvious that you can't wait until you stop. Are you really willing to let him stand outside all the time?" Sister Wang asked.

Zhao Qiqing didn't speak. Sister Wang stood and watched for a long time. Finally, she just left with a slight sigh.

After sister Wang left, Zhao Qiqing put down her hand with the book and put the book on her lap.

She looked out. Sister Wang was walking out. She didn't know what to say to Fu xishen. It seemed that she had been rejected. Sister Wang had to go back and get a small quilt.

When Fu xishen looked up, he just looked at Zhao Qiqing sitting by the window. I don't know whether it was because he found out that he had been exposed yesterday, so he directly sat on the recliner by the window today.

The night was still quiet. Zhao Qiqing was awakened by a huge roar.

Vaguely opened his eyes, a huge flash of lightning flashed out of the window, and fell down with the storm.

Zhao Qiqing reacted for a few seconds and immediately lay down in front of the window. Sure enough, the man who should have sat on the stone pier outside has fallen to the ground and the quilt is spread to one side.

"Miss Zhao, Miss Zhao, it's bad. It's raining heavily outside. Let Xiao Fu come in quickly!" Sister Wang hurriedly ran in.

Without saying a word, Zhao Qiqing hurried to open the door and rushed out. She ran to Fu xishen in the heavy rain.

"Oh, you don't have an umbrella!" Sister Wang hurried out with an umbrella in her back.

"Come on, carry him in!" Zhao Qiqing held Fu xishen's head and raised his shoulder.

Sister Wang threw awesome umbrella to one side and lifted his legs and feet.

They moved him into the living room and carried him to the sofa in the living room.

At this time, his suit had been knocked down by the rain and could no longer be seen. His face was still stained with small leaves knocked down by the rain.

"Oh, he has fainted, but he can't wear wet clothes like this!" Sister Wang anxiously reached out and touched Fu xishen's forehead: "do you have a fever..."

Zhao Qiqing pursed her lips: "I'll make an emergency call."

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. You changed clothes for Xiao Fu first and wiped his body. It's estimated that you got cold outside. You called the emergency call. Now you can't come all at once. Wipe his body first."

Zhao Qiqing nodded, "OK."

"Then wipe it for him. I'll prepare water for you. I won't come out of the room later. Call me when you're well." Sister Wang arranged.

Zhao Qiqing nodded and agreed to come down. She went upstairs and took down her pajamas. When the hot water was ready, she began to wipe her body.

It's like this again.

Zhao Qiqing thought of the scene in the hospital with Fu xishen. She always felt that most of the history coincided.

She wiped the stain off his face and took care of his hair.

Just about to take off his coat, the hot palm grabbed her wrist.

The person who was sleeping didn't know when to open his eyes and was looking at her seriously, "Qing"

Zhao Qiqing didn't know whether it was because of guilt. She always felt that some couldn't face him at this time, so she had to frown: "let go."

Fu xishen seemed to be a voice from his throat, a little hoarse: "don't let go, it's impossible to let go in this life."

Zhao Qiqing only felt that there was something in the way. She stretched out her hand and pulled it, but she found that she couldn't pull his wrist. She had to catch one hand and wipe it gently with a soft towel in the other hand.

She rubbed it carefully and Fu xishen looked at it carefully. I don't know when he fell asleep again.