"But Cen Lin is all alone, and he hasn't seen any assistant nanny. Which star is like this? Besides, why does he live here?"

Xie Bingping gave her a look that she didn't understand.

"Sister, you have to know that if a celebrity doesn't want people outside to know, he must have to do some unexpected tricks. Besides, when we go to work during the day, who knows if anyone comes to take care of him?"

Fu Xia really doesn't know this.

The two editors sincerely told her to go to 2201 next time and pay attention to the situation of Mr. Mysterious.

Fu Xia didn't want to be a paparazzi for the two tabloid editors, and said don't think about it.

"This is someone's privacy, don't ask."

The two editors were dejected and begged Fu Xia for a while, but Fu Xia did not agree.

When she left, she looked in the direction of 2201.

She didn't think he was a star, but she was not the one she suspected that day.

It may be just some special jobs or private matters.

She can no longer doubt others casually.

After all, he had no malice towards her, and he was a little kind...

*

Another day, Fu Xia went to change the medicine for others, and many fresh granulations on the wound grew out.

"Be careful, don't tear it apart again, it will heal soon."

Of course, Fu Xia would not ask anything randomly as the two editors said.

He didn't speak, she was also a quiet doctor.

The room is warm and warm, but it doesn’t feel hot and dirty, but it seems like there is really a fresh bamboo fragrance.

Dr. Fu was very quiet, but he suddenly called her.

"Doctor Fu, I may have moved out in the past two days. I'll bother you during this period."

Fu Xia was stunned for a moment.

She had thought that he would not live forever, but she didn't expect to walk so fast.

"Oh..." She didn't know what to say.

Since I "interrogated" people last time, I don't know how to talk to them, let alone now.

At this time, he asked her.

"Doctor Fu has eaten?"

Um?

Fu Xia was surprised. Could it be that he dared to have dinner with her? He wasn’t afraid of taking off his mask?

She said no.

If she had dinner together, she would pay the bill and just make up for the favors. When he left in the future, they would not have any intersection.

But he didn't give him this opportunity, he made another request.

"Can I go to Dr. Fu's house to have a free meal? Just a bowl of noodles."

Fu Xia was stunned for ten seconds.

......

2202 is a middle-aged apartment, and the room is a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room.

Fu Xia usually lives in the hospital and has nothing at home. Fortunately, the noodles he wants happen to have.

"You sit down and I'll cook it for you."

There are no complicated soup ingredients here in Fu Xia, only the chicken soup buns sent by her mother, the braised eggs that she just braised yesterday, and the small vegetables that she bought at the intersection today.

"Is it OK to braised eggs and vegetables?" she asked him.

He sat on her sofa, lowered his head and looked through the several medical magazines stacked beside him. Fu Xia said something, but he didn't know if he didn't hear it, and lowered his head and didn't say anything.

Fu Xia was about to say it again, but he raised his head.

His voice seemed a little hoarse.

"good."

Fu Xia couldn't see his smile, but could only see the warm smile in his eyes like a hot spring in the mountains.

The wait in the living room seemed to lit up, and his eyes seemed to lit up, attracting her gaze.

Three seconds later, Fu Xia realized that the two editors had their upper body and quickly looked away.

Just when she glanced at her, she saw a small black shadow passing by in the air.

Flying insects?

Dr. Fu has never been afraid of anything in his life, the only thing he is afraid of is this kind of flying insect.

When she was five years old, she was rushing to the dragonflies in the yard. Suddenly, an unknown flying insect rushed into the collar of her clothes, and could not get it out.

When the insects were finally caught, she had been stung several times.

From then on, Dr. Fu formed a huge psychological shadow on this flying insect.

Dr. Fu was sweating profusely in an instant.

But she is now the host and is entertaining guests.

What can I do?

She was nervously thinking, when the man on the sofa stood up and opened the door.

"Don't be afraid, just drive the bugs out."

Fu Xia hurriedly thanked him.

Thank you, and then came to my senses.

Did she show this obvious just now?

It was obvious that before she could say anything, she could see it?

Fu Xia felt a little embarrassed again, pretended to add water to the noodles in the pot, and turned around and peeked at the man.

He stood in front of the kitchen bar, wearing a light blue long-sleeved polo shirt today. He stood there. Fu Xia felt inexplicably that the insects dared not attack.

The water in the pot was boiling again, and the noodles were rumbling and steaming.

Fu Xia stared at his back with a staggered look, feeling that his master was really useless, there were bugs in his house, and he even let the guests catch him.

She was thinking when she saw him gently pinching his thighs.

"You..." Fu Xia thought of his miserable childhood experience, "I won't be stung by insects, right?"

The man was slightly stunned, "It was a little itchy and a little painful."

This is a coincidence...

Dr. Fu frowned and called him directly.

"You took off your pants, I'll take a closer look for you."

After she finished speaking, she happened to meet his gaze.

Dr. Fu: It seems something is wrong.

Just then, two gossiped faces came in from outside the door.

Xie Bingping's eyes were so shiver that Lu Xiaofen said excitedly.
Chapter completed!