"..." Shiyang glanced at him hesitantly, not opening his mouth wide.
During the two years when she and Fu Jingchuan were still husband and wife, there was no act of feeding between them, let alone now.
Fu Jingchuan was very patient. He held the lunch box in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He tilted his head and looked at her quietly without urging her. However, his eyes put a lot of pressure on Shiyang and he finally opened his mouth hesitantly.
With the first bite, there is the second bite.
Fu Jingchuan's expression and movements were natural, without any discomfort.
In comparison, Shiyang seemed much coy.
After losing too much blood and not eating for most of the day, she was already a little exhausted and very hungry. However, Fu Jingchuan personally fed her, which still made her feel very stressed. After eating a few mouthfuls to cushion her stomach, she couldn't bear to eat anymore. .
"I'm full," she whispered.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at the half-eaten meal, and did not rush her. He just looked at her calmly: "Shiyang, you are afraid of troublesome me, but do you have anyone else you can troublesome?"
Shiyang pursed her lips and said nothing.
She really doesn't have any.
Her circle of friends was pitifully small, and Lin Shanshan was the only one who dared to ask and come to the hospital to help. But now Lin Shanshan is not in Xicheng.
In her family, the only person willing to take care of her was Shi Lin, but now Shi Lin still needs someone to take care of her, and it is impossible to take care of her.
She didn't want him to worry either.
"I can hire a caregiver." Shiyang said softly and looked at Fu Jingchuan, "Actually, it's not serious. It will only take a few days to heal."
Fu Jingchuan: "What does it mean to be serious? Missing arms and legs?"
Shiyang didn't dare to answer the question.
Fu Jingchuan fed her another mouthful, and after watching her eat it, his expression softened slightly.
"How could you be injured?" Fu Jingchuan asked.
"It's just unlucky. I happened to pass by and the signboard was smashed down." When she mentioned this, she was a little embarrassed. She just went shopping. Who knew that such a small probability of winning the lottery would happen to her.
Fu Jingchuan imagined that scene, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "That's quite unlucky."
Shi Yang also nodded in approval, still a little frustrated.
I was supposed to go back tomorrow, but due to this unfortunate injury, my ticket had to be rescheduled.
"Why did you go there?" Fu Jingchuan asked.
Shiyang: "I haven't been back for two years. I want to take a walk in the ancient alleys and buy some gifts or something."
Fu Jingchuan remembered what she said about buying a ticket to return to Zurich tomorrow. He paused slightly and looked at her: "Leaving tomorrow?"
Shiyang nodded lightly: "I bought the ticket originally, but now..."
She glanced at the wound on her right arm: "It may take two days, wait until the injury heals."
Fu Jingchuan nodded: "Have you really decided to give up?"
Shiyang knew that he was talking about Guofeng Resort and his appointment as the design director of Huichen Shaoyu Architects.
"I..." Shiyang opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to reply. She hadn't made a decision yet.
But she definitely has to go back to Zurich.
This time she came back in a hurry. She hadn't settled down there yet, and her luggage and life were still there.
Fu Jingchuan said no more, and the originally peaceful atmosphere became dull again.
Shiyang was silent for a while, then looked at him and asked him, "Fu Jingchuan, do you think we can still be friends?"
"No." Fu Jingchuan replied, with a calm and decisive tone, and his dark eyes were fixed on her.
Shiyang held her lips and smiled: "I don't think so either."
Fu Jingchuan looked at her without speaking.
"Actually, you are right. I really like this project. I like Chinese culture very much, and I have always wanted to independently design a Chinese-style building. However, because of my junior qualifications and lack of experience, I have never had the opportunity to be exposed to such a project. No one dares to trust me in this project." Shiyang said and looked at him, "Fu Jingchuan, I am very grateful to you for giving me this opportunity."
Fu Jingchuan: "You don't need to thank me. I didn't know it was you who designed the project when it was approved."
Shiyang didn't know whether Fu Jingchuan was encouraging her or it was the truth, but she was truly grateful.
"Thank you." She thanked him softly.
Fu Jingchuan looked at her without moving: "So you still want to give up?"
"I don't know." Shiyang admitted honestly, "I haven't thought about it clearly yet."
Fu Jingchuan nodded and said no more. He lowered his head and glanced at the cold lunch box in his hand. Seeing that Shiyang had no appetite to eat anymore, he stopped insisting, closed the lunch box and stood up.
Shiyang's cell phone rang just at this moment.
Shi Yang took it over subconsciously.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at Shiyang's cell phone. When the word "Yan Yao" fell into his eyes, he closed the lunch box for a moment, then looked at Shiyang.
Shi Yang had already pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" The voice was very soft.
Fu Jingchuan was not sure whether this was Shi Yang's usual tone or whether it was unique to Yan Yao.
He remembered this man. When Fang Wanqing met the two of them going abroad together at the airport, he took a photo and sent it to him.
In the photo, the man's eyes are focused and affectionate when he looks at him, so sticky that he can pull out silk threads.
But as far as Fu Jingchuan knew, Yan Yao and Shiyang had only maintained a light friendship in the past two years and were not too close.
Shiyang was also focused on studying.
"I heard that you have been in Xicheng recently. Do you have time to have dinner with us?" The voice on the other end of the phone was also cold and restrained, not as enthusiastic as Tang Shaoyu or Ke Chen.
Shiyang didn't turn on the speakerphone, but the single ward was quiet, and Fu Jingchuan and Shiyang were close enough to hear clearly what was being said on the other end of the phone.
He glanced at Shiyang.
Shiyang looked a little apologetic: "I may not be very convenient these two days."
"What's wrong?" Yan Yao on the other end of the phone is an equally keen person, "What happened?"
"No." Shiyang was not good at lying. "I accidentally encountered an accident today, so it's not convenient to go out."
"What accident? Is it serious?" Yan Yao on the other end of the phone frowned vaguely, "Have you seen a doctor? Where are you now? I'll go find you."
"No need." Shiyang quickly stopped him, "I've seen the doctor. There's nothing wrong."
Yan Yao: "It's okay. I just need to see you for something. Send me your address."
Shiyang glanced at Fu Jingchuan hesitantly: "What's going on?"
Yan Yao: "Let's meet and talk. Where are you?"
"It's really inconvenient for me to be in the hospital now." Shiyang said softly, "If you have anything, you can tell me on WeChat."
Yan Yao on the other end of the phone had already stood up: "Are you still in the hospital? Are you hospitalized?"
"..." Shiyang really couldn't resist such a man with amazing insight, so he smiled dryly and nodded, "Well..."
Yan Yao: "Which hospital?"
Shiyang: "You don't have to come over, I'll be fine here."
Yan Yao: "Lin Shanshan just called me this morning and said that you have no relatives or friends here alone and asked me to help take care of you."
Shiyang: "..."
"You take a rest for a while. I'll call you when I get here." Yan Yao said and hung up the phone, not insisting on asking her for the hospital address.
He didn't need to find her, just Lin Shanshan.
Shiyang let out a breath and looked to Fu Jingchuan aside: "Why don't you go back first?"
Fu Jingchuan looked back at her: "Then he will take care of you?"
Shiyang: "..."
