Debt Collection

After half an hour aside, I said goodnight, but I still haven't fallen asleep. What made Fu Ke's eyelids jump was that Yu recently knew that she had a cold.

Was Yu Qin asking again?

But even Yu Qin didn't know that she was sick.

Fu Ke bit her lip, and Yu recently seemed to have guessed her thoughts across the screen, so he added: [I have asked Secretary Qin. 】

【much better. ] Fu Ke typed a word to reply.

But when she just ordered to send, she covered her mouth with a tissue and coughed uncontrollably, coughing for a long time before stopping.

Fu Ke threw the tissue into the trash can, and Wen Liqiu happened to bring her another glass of water in. Seeing her like this, he said with concern: "Cocoa, drink some warm water."

Fu Ke grinned, her eyes were fogged from coughing.

She took the water glass: "Okay, thank you mom."

Wen Liqiu didn't leave immediately. She sat down by the bed and looked at Fu Ke with guilt in her eyes: "We mother and daughter have not got along like this for a long time."

Fu Ke drank the water quietly without speaking.

Because what Wen Liqiu said is the truth.

Since six or seven years ago, they have not had such a harmonious moment, and Wen Liqiu has never returned.

Fu Ke was used to it himself, but it was inevitable to think of it.

The phone screen lit up again, and Fu Ke unlocked it and opened it. There was a message from Yu recently, saying "rest well", and Wen Liqiu's voice was again in his ear: "Coco, if you want, you can come to Haicheng. develop……"

Fu Ke glanced at her and shook his head directly: "No, Mom."

Wen Liqiu sighed: "Okay, don't force you." She smiled, "You can talk to mom if you need it."

"good."

Wen Liqiu stood up: "Then I won't bother you. You will go to wash and sleep in a while. I bought you new toothpaste and toothbrushes."

Fu Ke pursed his lips and asked again: "Mom, are you happy with Uncle Zhao?"

Wen Liqiu thought about it. She pondered for a while before giving Fu Ke the answer: "At our age, all we want to live is a stable life, no worries about food and clothes, no worries about children, if we can have the happiness of a young age. If so, that is already the greatest blessing that God has given."

"I was lucky, and it happened to be taken care of."

Fu Ke was completely relieved, but after Wen Liqiu closed the door, his eyes turned red unbearably.

She never felt that she was a crying person, but this scene really couldn't help it.

Fu Ke sniffed, stared back at the phone, and replies to Yu recently: [Sister Xiaoyu. 】

She doesn't want to do anything now, she just wants to call Yu Jinan seriously once.

And she sent these four words in the past, and Yu recently called.

Fu Ke stared at the caller ID for a moment in a daze.

Finished, she has a heavy nasal voice now.

But this was a call from Yu recently, and Fu Ke struggled for two seconds before answering it.

"Hello?" Fu Ke tried his best to make his voice sound normal.

But unfortunately, because of crying and catching a cold, it was useless for her to work hard.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Yu Xinyi's voice was soft.

Fu Ke heard her voice, and the tip of his nose became more sore.

"It's okay." Fu Ke took a deep breath before reluctantly replied.

If she knew earlier that Yu had also approached Wen Liqiu in the near future, if she was allowed to confirm earlier, she would not be in Haicheng now, nor would she be swallowed by longing, and she would not be able to breathe.

"When you were sick in the past, you would never force yourself. You would say when you were uncomfortable, you would say when you were unhappy, you would say what you wanted to eat, and you would not hide yourself."

"now……"

Fu Ke knew what she wanted to express, and wanted her not to hold back.

"I miss you so much." Fu Ke interrupted her with drooping eyelids.

What got was Yu's recent silence, Fu Ke's phone was close to her ear, and she didn't hear any reply.

She was a little confused in her mind, but she missed it so clearly.

After perhaps twenty seconds, Fu Ke heard a slight sigh from the silence: "Cocoa, sleep well first."

"obedient."

"Okay." Fu Ke didn't say no. She was satisfied when she heard Yu Xintian's voice. Even if Yu Xinyi didn't respond to her, it made her feel a little more fulfilled.

"Good night."

"Good night."

When the phone hangs up, Yu hasn't slowed down recently.

She knows Fu Ke too well.

Fu Ke is ill now, and his consciousness may not be fully awake. Perhaps he thinks he is back to the past and can express his inner feelings wantonly.

But this still gave Yu a big impact in the near future.

When Fu Ke responded to her news, she only subconsciously cared. After sending it out, she remembered that Fu Ke didn't tell her about her cold.

While expecting Fu Ke to discover what was different, she was still worried about Fu Ke's condition.

So she had to move Qin Yue out.

Qin Yue indeed told her.

Yu recently closed her eyelashes, her lips opened slightly, and she sighed.

Fu Ke said that she missed her, and she almost replied "I miss you too".

But she can't, because Fu is not completely sober.

If Fu Ke's consciousness was no different from usual, she wouldn't feel that there was any moisture in these words.

But this does not prevent Yu's recent heartbeat from being out of rhythm again. She opened her eyes again and looked at the ceiling.

Fu Ke's breath sounded in his ears, and Fu Ke's breath sounded on his neck again.

Itchy, hot.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows before pulling over the quilt and forcing herself to fall asleep.

Fu Ke didn't recognize the bed, coupled with the fact that he was sick, he actually slept very well this night, and it was already ten o'clock in the morning when he woke up.

She opened the door and Wen Liqiu turned her head when she heard the movement in the living room: "Awake?"

Fu Ke nodded, and she looked around: "Where is Uncle Zhao?"

"He went to the company."

"I'm going to wash." Fu Ke pointed to the bathroom.

Her throat was dry and itchy, and there was some tingling, which was very uncomfortable. After washing, she immediately drank a glass of water to feel better.

Wen Liqiu brought out another bowl of porridge from the kitchen: "I made it today, try it."

Fu Ke raised a smile: "Okay."

Wen Liqiu pulled the chair away and sat down opposite her: "How's it going?"

Fu Ke swallowed the porridge and gave a thumbs up: "Mom, your cooking skills are undiminished."

"No, I ask how you sleep."

"I know my cooking skills myself."

Fu Ke's eyebrows inherited Wen Liqiu's, her eyes bend, and she replied, "I'm only awake now, what do you think?"

Wen Liqiu let go: "That's good."

Fu Ke squeezed the spoon, his expression hesitated, as if hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your appetite?"

Fu Ke stirred the porridge in front of him: "How come." She glanced at Wen Liqiu, then looked away, "It's just..."

"Mom, I may have to return to Yuncheng early."

"What's your hurry for tomorrow's ticket."

"No matter how busy you are at work, your body is not as important."

"And don't you want to be with your mother anymore?"

"Jingyi also said that he would let his son come home in the evening, and we would have a good meal together."

"Don't you want to see his son's attitude towards me?"

Wen Liqiu's five sentences were thrown out, and the lethality was tremendous.

Fu Ke thought for three seconds and agreed: "Okay."

She took a three-day vacation, and it was the next day, and it was not too late for the flight back tomorrow afternoon.

only……

She still missed Yu Jinxian very much.

Wen Liqiu didn't know that she wanted to go back not because of work, but because of Yu Jinxian.

Fu Ke didn't talk about it, she didn't want to talk about Yu Jinchen to her mother now.

But Fu Ke remembered that before the Ching Ming Festival, Fu Ke accompanied Yu to buy a yoga mat recently. She mentioned that Wen Liqiu was coming back, but Yu recently avoided changing the subject.

She was puzzled before, but she really knew the answer last night.

If it were her, she wouldn't want to see Wen Liqiu.

Fu Ke, who was sick, did nothing, and Wen Liqiu called out to take medicine and drink to rest on the water bed.

Fu Ke was lying on the bed, tossing about and couldn't sleep.

Her head is not so groggy, but her nose and throat are very uncomfortable.

She leaned on her side and looked at the phone.

It's working time. Yu has been busy with work recently. She doesn't want to send a message. She is bored so she clicked on Weibo and watched various developments.

Yu Jinxian also has Weibo, but I don't know if his ID has been changed, and after so many years, Fu Ke can't remember what Yu's ID is recently.

She pressed her lips tightly, and searched the company again.

Such large companies generally also have official blogs.

Sure enough, Fu Ke found a blue v, which was the name of Chengfan Company.

It’s just that the content is very small, there are only a hundred Weibos after so long, and there are not many fans. Reposts and comments are negligible.

But there are also unexpected gains, such as knowing what Yu's recent master Tao Chenglin looks like.

She is a woman who looks very powerful, even if she shakes hands with a partner, she can still feel that temperament.

Fu Ke brushed it, and the sleepiness came. She held the phone and closed her eyes again.

It's normal to be sleepy when sick, but she just missed Yu's recent news.

Yu recently waited until the lunch break, felt that Fu Ke should wake up, and then sent the sentence "Is it better?"

She felt a little clumsy, but she felt it was a little more natural.

Fu Ke didn't go back to her, but she got busy with work again and didn't look at her mobile phone again all afternoon.

After getting off work, Yu recently had free time and unlocked WeChat.

Fu Ke: [...woke up after a nap. 】

Fu Ke: [Much better. 】

Yu recently breathed a sigh of relief.

After working for a day, she suffered from backaches and backaches, but seeing Fu Ke's reply, all these exhaustions were driven away.

Sarah walked to her table and asked her in French: "Little fish, shall we go to dinner together?"

Yu recently declined: "I have something to do, next time."

Sarah's gossip skills are full: "Are you going on a date?"

"No." Yu recently picked up his coat and satchel, "I went home to take a serious rest, and wait for someone to return."

Sarah smiled understandingly: "Okay."

Fu Ke is not in the company now, so she can't wait no matter what.

Yu recently arrived downstairs in the company, looked up at the building again, and it took two seconds before he looked forward again.

But while waiting for the traffic light, she took out her phone again and pointed the camera at the clouds in the sky.

She took it and sent it to Fu Ke.

Zhao Jianyi's son is Zhao Wenbin. He is as his name suggests. He looks gentle, wearing glasses and looks a lot like Zhao Jianyi. He is a few months older than Fu Ke, so Fu Ke naturally calls him Wenbin brother.

The dishes on this table were made by Zhao Jianyi and Wen Liqiu together, and Zhao Wenbin was arranged to take care of the sister Fu Ke.

The two are the same age, and Fu Ke is not an introvert. At first, he was a little embarrassed, but after a little longer, he still talked.

The most talked about is still related to work.

"Yang Yu? I know that there is Yang Yu's company in Haicheng next to our company."

"Being a secretary is also very tiring. I heard from my dad that you are exhausted because you are too busy at work this time. Pay more attention to it in the future."

Zhao Wenbin really looks like an older brother. Fu Ke originally thought he would talk less, but after contacting him, he felt that it was not the same thing.

"Aunt Liqiu is very nice. I get along well with my dad. I'm happy to be with them." Zhao Wenbin glanced at the kitchen, and then talked to his parents.

Fu Ke's complexion was a little pale, she smiled: "Yes, Uncle Zhao is a very good person, humorous and caring."

The two chatted for a long time in the living room, and then they were called to eat at the dinner table.

When it was over, Zhao Jianyi said to his son, "Wen Bin, Coco will be on the plane tomorrow afternoon. Please take a leave and send Coco to the airport."

When Zhao Wenbin was about to respond, Fu Ke shook his head: "Uncle Zhao, don't bother Brother Wenbin, I can do it myself."

"Hey, if I don't have a big deal for these two days, I can send you off."

"But I can't go, Wenbin can, his work is very idle..."

Wen Liqiu rolled his eyes: "Where does it say that?" She finalized it, "I'll drive to send it."

Fu Ke didn't struggle this time, and her mother sent her off, which made her feel less troublesome.

Although both Zhao Jianyi and Zhao Wenbin are good people, Fu Ke didn't spend too much time with them, and she never liked to trouble others.

Zhao Wenbin's working place is far away from home, so after washing the dishes, he has to go back first.

Zhao Jianyi originally wanted to talk to Fu Ke again, but when he thought that Fu Ke hadn't recovered from his cold, he urged Fu Ke to go to bed and promised to take her out next time when Fu Ke came to Yuncheng again. visit.

Also, after Fu Ke came, he didn't even leave the door.

After lying back on the bed, Fu Ke took out the phone.

Today is a more formal occasion, and playing on the mobile phone would seem impolite, so she only wants to see if Yu has sent her a message recently.

Yu recently sent her two pictures of clouds. In the background of the setting sun, the clouds in the pictures were also stained a little.

Fu Ke: [It looks good. 】

Yu Xintian: [Hmm. 】

The corners of Fu Ke's lips bend, and she suddenly felt that it would be quite satisfying and pleasant to just keep chatting with Yu recently.

Yu recently asked her again: [What time is the flight tomorrow? 】

Fu Ke answered honestly: [It's half past five. 】

It's almost half past seven to reach Yuncheng.

【good. 】

What does "good" mean? Fu Ke blinked, but didn't react.

She snorted softly, turned over, and simply stood up: [Do you mean to come to pick me up? 】

Yu recently replied in seconds: [Well, yes. 】

The corners of Fu Ke's mouth were open, and she had a few more conversations with Yu recently. When she felt sleepy, she said "see you tomorrow" and fell asleep.

After coming to Haicheng for two days and playing nothing, Fu Ke didn't expect it either.

But at least the business is done. Zhao Jianyi is a very good person, and Fu Ke can rest assured that his mother will live with him.

But her opinion is actually not that important. Zhao Jianyi took Wen Liqiu to meet his parents a long time ago, and the two have lived together for a long time.

It's just stuck in this piece of proof.

Before parting with Wen Liqiu, Fu Ke tidyed up her collar: "Mom, then I will go back first. The house is not in a hurry, and the car is not in a hurry."

"Just don't worry." Wen Liqiu sighed, "I'll wait for the news from the intermediary. If someone wants to buy it, I'll come back to Yuncheng again."

Fu Ke smiled and said, "Okay." She said, "Then I will go through the security check."

"When it's time to send a message to mom."

"Will do."

After boarding the plane, Fu Ke sent another message to Yu recently, otherwise he would not be able to contact him after taking off after a while.

She is near the window, and you can see clouds again when you look out.

It's still good-looking that Yu has recently taken, she thought.

But does the cloud have no other meaning? She was contemplative.

In this way, Fu Ke seemed to have found something to do, she began to turn her mind and began to think about the meaning of clouds.

For two full hours, she didn't draw any conclusions, and the plane landed in Yuncheng.

Yu recently said that he would come to pick her up, and Fu Ke knew she would come.

After getting off the plane, she turned off the flight mode, and she saw the news from Yu recently.

Yu has been waiting for the exit recently, let Fu Ke not worry.

I haven't seen it for two or three days after counting, but the time seems to have passed for a long time.

Fu Ke exhaled and followed the signs to wait for the luggage.

She didn’t bring many things to Haicheng, but when she came back, she brought some things that Zhao Jianyi had to bring with her. It was a bag of nougat made by Zhao Jianyi himself, and a box with a bracelet, which she said was for A meeting gift for her daughter.

Having said that, Fu Ke would naturally not refuse to accept it.

When the luggage was retrieved, Fu Ke exhaled.

She became nervous again.

After knowing that Yu had been looking for his mother recently, Fu Ke couldn't calm down.

She clutched the luggage lever tightly and followed the crowd.

Aside from other things, it feels pretty good that everyone else is at work but they are resting.

The wheels of the suitcase made a dull sound on the ground, and Fu Ke still wore a mask.

Suddenly, she had the illusion that she had returned to the two months ago, the day when Yu recently came to Yuncheng.

Just swapped the identities.

This time she was no longer picked up, but picked up.

However, before reaching the pick-up gate, Fu Ke heard a lot of noise outside, and the discussion of the stranger beside her answered her doubts-it is estimated that there is a star on the same flight with them.

Now the fans outside are waiting to be picked up.

Fu Ke:...

What kind of luck is this.

But she did not chase stars, nor did she have the thought of joining in the fun, and walked forward quietly.

Fu Ke is not short-sighted. On the contrary, her eyesight is very good. She finally reached the exit, but when she was trying to find Yu in the near future, the voice in the crowd became louder.

Some people pointed at her and got up.

The people on the same flight next to her also began to look at her, looking at her.

Fu Ke secretly said badly.

Is she considered a female star? !

But are these fans so nonsense? You won't fail to recognize your idol!

Fu Ke pressed his lips tightly, his pace was quicker, but he glanced at the crowd, and his pupils began to quake--the banners held by these fans were clearly written with the word "Fu Ke".

What a shame!

Fu Ke just wanted to escape, or turn around and get on the plane again.

Now she didn't have the thought of looking for Yu in the near future, she just wanted to quickly escape from this embarrassing situation.

But how could I escape? This wave of "fans" gathered around and said that he wanted to take a photo with her.

The eyes of the passers-by were strange and strange, but they all took out their phones and asked their friends "Who is this person?" "Why haven't I heard this name?"

Fu Ke:...

Help.

"Coco! Welcome back!" Suddenly, Fu Ke heard Tong Ning's voice.

There was noisy surroundings, and Fu Ke looked over at the sound, and saw a bright smile on Tong Ning's face: "How do you feel? I invited these fans for you."

Fu Ke's mouth was hidden under the mask, and she gritted her teeth: "Tong Ning."

"I will assassinate you tonight."

"How to say it is my heart." Tong Ning made an innocent face.

Fu Ke helped her, she almost didn't get **** off by Tong Ning's damaging friend: "If I get sick again, I must count it on you."

As soon as her voice fell, Yu appeared in her sight recently.

It's already off work. Yu recently wore a casual outfit. She walked over, and without waiting for Fu Ke's approval, pulled Fu Ke's suitcase over and said warmly: "Let's go."

Fu Ke blinked his eyes: "Sister Xiaoyu, why are you letting her mess around?"

Obviously these two came together. She thought that Yu Jinxian was the only one, and as a result, Tong Ning came to make trouble.

The suitcase was pulled to the right by Yu recently, and Fu Ke was on the left.

"I haven't had time." Yu Jinxian looked at her and replied.

The group of fake fans had dispersed, and the banner was given to Tong Ning as a souvenir.

Tong Ning also took the phone to take pictures of this scene. She shook her phone aside: "Coco, this is a very precious memory. When I get old, I will show it to you. You are also a fan."

Fu Ke clenched a fist and became even more angry: "I really want to kill you."

But the only good thing about this is that she is less nervous.

After getting into Tong Ning's car, Fu Ke consciously sat in the back seat. After Yu recently put the suitcase in, he also got into the back seat and sat down.

Tong Ning fastened his seat belt: "Coco, I am now a driver to make amends, okay?"

"no."

"At least invite me to dinner, right?"

Tong Ning raised her brows: "Okay."

After knowing that Fu Ke was coming back, she contacted Yu Xinxin almost the first time, asking Yu if she wanted to pick up people at the airport in the near future.

She has a car, which makes it much easier to drive.

Yu recently agreed, but she didn't expect Tong Ning to prepare for such a move. She wanted to stop, but Tong Ning said that all the water and military expenses had been given out.

Yu Xintian:...

Fortunately, she was not the initiator, and Fu Ke would not blame her.

The car was driving on the road, and it was night, and the street lights went to work on time.

Fu Ke sat on the left. She didn't take off her mask, and she still had a cough.

The space was too confined, and she pushed down the car window a bit.

The night has enveloped the city. Fu Ke stared at the night sky, thought about it, and turned his head to look at Yu Xinan: "Does cloud really mean nothing else?"

She wanted to know the answer too much.

Yu recently froze for a moment. She hadn't answered yet, but Tong Ning opened his mouth--

"Coco, don't you know? The clouds at other times are fine, but the clouds in the evening represent miss."

"Dawn looks at the sky at dusk and looks at the clouds, and thinks of you when you walk, and thinks of you when you sit."

"Have not heard?"