After two seconds of silence, Fu Zhiyao looked down at the text message. It was a very simple message, but he felt very sweet.
His forehead against Xie Yu's door, after a long time he put away his mobile phone, slightly raised his voice and said to Xie Yu inside, "Xie Yu, I'm leaving."
"I don't know when I'll be back next time, but I'll call you every day."
There was no movement in it, as if the people inside had fallen asleep.
Fu Zhiyao touched Xie Yu's door, looked at the light from the crack of the door, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xie Yu, I'm really going."
There's still nothing inside.
"Happy birthday, Xie Yu."
He added.
Xie Yu sat in the room and sneered. Happy birthday? His birthday is long past, OK!
Happy birthday to you.
And just a happy birthday, do you want to kill him?
Not even a birthday present?
He brought back a broken cake. He just took a look at it. It was almost melted.
It's not as good as Shen Mo's intention. The cake they bring will not melt.
There was a slight sound of footsteps outside. It was Fu Zhiyao who left.
Xie Yu closed his eyes gently, and took his cell phone to the window.
Fu Zhiyao will look back when he goes out later. If you see him in front of the window and watch him go, how much will it be touched?
……
A few minutes later, Fu Zhiyao appeared in the courtyard.
With a black umbrella and a white medicine box in his hand, he stood in the yard and looked up.
Xie Yu saw that he saw him, and then flashed to the side without expression, and then pulled the curtain.
As he drew the curtains, Fu Zhiyao stood in the yard and waved to him.
Xie Yu glanced, drew the curtain directly, climbed back to the bed and turned off the light.
……
Fu Zhiyao, who was standing in the yard, was very happy. His heart, which was very painful, was relieved.
He looked at Xie Yu's room, which was already dark, and carefully held the medicine box with a bitter smile.
It's good that he still cares about him. He doesn't care about him at all.
[Ding: Fu Zhiyao's liking degree + 1, the current total liking degree: 96.]
Xie Yu, who heard the system prompt, gently hooked his lips in the dark, feeling that it was almost over.
It's just that I haven't slept a few times. It's not worth it.
He gently tutted, pulled the quilt, and fell asleep.
……
Fu Zhiyao drove here all night. He didn't sleep much this night. At the moment, he was not in a good mood and spirit. He didn't dare to drive because he was afraid of an accident. So he called his agent when he got hurt in the dormitory.
Although Chen Hai didn't have any sense of getting up, he suddenly drove back to the dormitory, which made him angry. He heard that he had hurt his hand and didn't sleep all night, so he found a trusted driver as quickly as possible.
Fu Zhiyao took the medicine box and got on the car. The rain outside was crackling.
The water drops from the window, Fu Zhiyao looked at his simple hand, his eyes dark.
Before, he was injured, Xie Yu would deal with it for him.
Xie Yu is very careful. Even if he is not a doctor, he can handle the wound very well. He always gives him a beautiful bandage.
Fu Zhiyao looked at the crooked band aid pasted on his hand, and "click" to take a picture and send it to Xie Yu.