If it wasn't for the fact that Lu Qi'an would get angry at every turn and Fu Jia couldn't figure out his temper, at this moment Fu Jia would definitely rush over and hug him involuntarily.
Fortunately, Lu Qi'an did not refuse. He pushed the medical kit in his hand back into the cabinet, walked up to Fu Jia, and opened his hand to him.
They were already standing close enough that they were almost stuck together, but Fu Jia still couldn't help but took a half step forward, and she fell on Lu Qi'an.
Lu Qi'an was almost hit by him, leaned back, and raised his arms to hug Fu Jia.
Fu Jia also tightened her hands and buried her face on his shoulder.
When he woke up this afternoon, the room was dark, as if it had entered the night. He looked around, but saw no light.
At that moment, a great sense of fear rose in his heart, as if he had returned to the past, lying in a dark and cramped room. Whenever he opened his eyes from his sleep, he could see the darkness in the room. This heavy darkness pinched his neck and pressed his chest, making him unable to breathe.
Once she got rid of that life, Fu Jia never wanted to go back. Even just thinking of this possibility made him terrified.
Lu Qi'an patted him on the back: "Is there any discomfort?"
Fu Jia shook her head, her fluffy hair rubbing back and forth between Lu Qi'an's neck. Lu Qi'an raised his hand to help him press the top of his hair, and then touched his forehead: "Raise your head, and I'll check if you have a fever."
Fu Jia continued to shake her head, rubbing her forehead against Lu Qi'an's hand, and said: " No. "
Lu Qi'an was not at ease, and carefully felt the temperature on his forehead with the palm of his hand. He felt a little hot, so he said, "Let me take a thermometer for you."
Fu Jia held his hand and said, "Really no , it's because you just came back from outside and your hands are too cold, I'll just cover them for you." He put Lu Qi'an's hand between them and covered each of his fingers gently, and asked, " You haven't told me where you've been."
Lu Qi'an's palms were itchy after being touched by him, but he didn't stop him, letting him touch as much as he wanted. "I went to the hospital to solve today's matter."
Fu Jia was stunned, and the movement of his hand also stopped: "Solved?"
"Yes." Lu Qi'an took the opportunity to pull his hand out, "Both seniors took responsibility , One voluntarily transfers to another school, and the other will find an opportunity to apologize to you."
Lu Qi'an said everything in a relaxed and natural manner, and Fu Jia nodded slowly, a little believing and a little unbelievable. He was happy in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm on his face, and said: "Actually… I was also at fault for this matter, I was too impulsive."
Lu Qi'an was a little surprised, he didn't expect him to apologize. Because of this matter before, Fu Jia lost his temper and said such extreme words as "You don't care if I die or not". Now that he is in a better mood, he will take the initiative to apologize without anyone's persuasion. It is estimated that he will agree to take him to the hospital to apologize to Feng Jing now.
Lu Qi'an thought for a while, but instead of comforting him, he said, "Be careful next time."
No matter who made a mistake in today's incident, Fu Jia's impulsive personality must be corrected. Even if he didn't feel sorry for others, he was also sorry for himself if he was injured in a fight.
Fu Jia hummed obediently, put her arms around Lu Qi'an's neck, and wanted to bury her face in his shoulder again.
Lu Qi'an fell backwards, pushed him away against his shoulders, and said, "Wait, I'm going to take a shower first." Fu Jia's body was warm, but Lu Qi'an was chilled by the cold rain outside. It's also a little wet, so it's fine to hold it for a while, but if you continue to hold it, he is worried that Fu Jia will catch a cold.
Fu Jia refused to let go of him, and said, "Then I'll watch you take a shower."
"No." Lu Qi'an resolutely refused, "You go to eat first, since Aunt Miao has been here, she should have prepared your dinner. "
Aunt Miao did prepare a dinner for two, and before cooking, she asked Fu Jia what she likes to eat and if there is anything she can't eat. As expected of a professional with a high salary, she was not surprised to see unfamiliar faces at her employer's house. She did not ask Fu Jia's identity and background, and left quietly after finishing her duties.
Fu Jia carefully studied Lu Qi'an's tone, and felt that the "no" was very firm, and there should be no room for negotiation, so she reluctantly let go: "Okay, but I'm not hungry yet, I'll wait for you to finish washing Take a bath and eat together."
Lu Qi'an agreed.
Fu Jia sat back on the sofa, watched Lu Qi'an walk into the master bedroom, and closed the door. Fu Jia didn't avert her gaze, and kept staring at the door of the master bedroom.
So, when Lu Qi'an walked out of the bedroom after taking a shower, he met Fu Jia's shining eyes as soon as he opened the door.
Lu Qi'an was a little helpless.
He didn't go to Fu Jia, but walked to the restaurant: "It's getting late, hurry up and have dinner, we have to go to school later." He sat at the dining table, turned off the heat preservation switch of the rice cooker, took Pick up a bowl and put rice in it.
Fu Jia quickly followed and sat opposite him: "Why do you want to go to school?" Lu Qi'an
put the rice bowl in front of him, handed over the chopsticks, and said, "Let's talk after we finish eating."
Looking at the bowls and chopsticks he gave, he nodded. Where to go, why to go, these questions are not important, the important thing is that he stays with Lu Qi'an, that's enough.
Aunt Miao cooks ordinary Chinese home cooking, nothing fancy. Fu Jia always thought that Lu Qi'an ate western food, because Lu Wanqing was like that. But now it seems that although they are all from the Lu family, Lu Wanqing likes to eat western food, but Lu Qi'an doesn't.
Just like Lu Wanqing didn't like Fu Jia, but Lu Qi'an did.
Thinking of this, Fu Jia felt extremely sweet in his heart. He tasted the dishes made by Aunt Miao and felt that he had eaten the most delicious dishes he had ever eaten in his life.
Aunt Miao's craftsmanship is more than 10,000 times better than that of the cafeteria.
One of the reasons why Lu Qi'an has been hiring Aunt Miao is because of her good cooking skills. Aunt Miao's salary is the highest level in the industry, and her own ability also represents the highest level in the industry. If the food she cooks is not as good as the school cafeteria, Lu Qi'an will immediately fire her.
Fu Jia ate happily for a while, and suddenly thought of a question: "Why did Auntie Miao leave after cooking?"
Lu Qi'an was taught by Lu's father since he was a child that he could not eat or sleep, but Fu Jia asked him aloud, He stopped his chopsticks without any objection, and replied: "I asked her to stagger the time with me."
Fu Jia nodded, remembering the previous stay at Lu Qi'an's place. Aunt Miao came early that morning, but she didn't disturb Lu Qi'an, and left quietly after finishing breakfast. Fu Jia continued to ask: "Why do you have to stagger the time? In case you are delayed after she cooks, or you come back late, wouldn't the food be cold here?"
Lu Qi'an lowered his eyes and said, "I I don't like eating with others."
It doesn't matter if the food is cold, it's easier for him to accept cold food than eating with others.
Fu Jia glanced at his bowl: "But…"
"You are an exception." Lu Qi'an interrupted him.
Fu Jia seemed to be hit with a cotton candy, his face was itchy, which made him want to laugh. He couldn't help biting his chopsticks, and whispered, "So I'm an exception…" He pondered carefully, and Teacher Liu's smile suddenly flashed in his mind.
No, Lu Qi'an also had dinner with Mr. Liu. He asked nervously, "Is Teacher Liu an exception?"
Lu Qi'an nodded.
Fu Jia was not so happy immediately.
Seeing his eyes dim instantly, Lu Qi'an changed the subject in a timely manner: "Today I went to the school before going to the hospital, checked the surveillance, and saw the scarf you mentioned."
Fu Jia heard him talking about the scarf, a little Embarrassed , he regretted that he had mentioned the scarf when he was in a daze, and quickly said: "That thing is not important now."
Lu Qi'an looked up at him: "I brought the scarf back and put it on the cabinet at the entrance. Next time Aunt Miao comes, I'll ask her to clean it up for you."
At that time, as soon as he watched the surveillance, he immediately went to the classroom to look for the scarf. No one knew the scarf's origin, so the students piled it in a corner with other unwanted items to be collected by cleaning staff. Lu Qi'an bent down, rummaged through the pile of things without hesitation, and found the scarf that had been trampled on and had become extremely dirty.
He took the scarf to the bathroom, rinsed the surface with water, put it in a ziplock bag and took it to the hospital and then back to the apartment.
Fu Jia was both happy and sad: "Thank you for helping me find it, but… I should handle my things myself." He didn't want others to do the things he planned to give to Lu Qi'an. But… so what if he washed the scarf? This was something to be given to Lu Qi'an, but it was stepped on the ground, and the thread was removed by someone who hated it. He would never give it to Lu Qi'an again.
Lu Qi'an nodded: "You can decide on your things."
Because he lifted the scarf, Fu Jia's mood turned from sunny to cloudy, and then he just focused on eating without talking. This virtually speeds up the dining speed of the two.
Fu Jia ate fast, but his appetite was larger than Lu Qi'an's, so the time difference between the two of them putting down their chopsticks was not far behind. Fu Jia stood up on her own initiative and wanted to pack her things, but was stopped by Lu Qi'an: "Go and change, we will go to school later."
Fu Jia sat still and asked, "Why do you want to go to school?" Fu Jia was in a bad mood As good as before, the thoughts have become negative. I feel that Lu Qi'an is going to send him back to the dormitory to rest, or send him to the teacher to receive education.
Lu Qi'an wiped his hands with a tissue and stood up: "Go and help you carry your luggage. From now on, you will live with me in the apartment. You can sleep in the guest room, but if you think the room is not big enough, you can also live in the master bedroom. "
Fu Jia's breathing rate and heartbeat accelerated together.
His lips moved, a little speechless. It was as if someone had yanked the curtains for him in the dark, and the sun was blinding, and it took him some time to get used to it.
Immediately afterwards, the first words that came to Fu Jia's mouth were: "Can I?"
"Of course." Lu Qi'an nodded, "I can't feel at ease if you don't live by my side."