Su Qiao and Kong Youqing looked at each other and looked downstairs, but they didn't see anything. The man had already gone away and was probably a passerby.

Su Qiao didn't take it seriously, confirmed the time to go to Zhao's house with Kong Youqing, and asked Kong Youqing to leave quickly.

Kong Youqing later sent her medical records about the old lady of the Zhao family, who was Zhao Siyan's grandmother.

Su Qiao went back to his clinic to get some medicine and tools.

She took the opportunity to tidy up the things in the clinic. During this period, Xiaoye didn't come, and the clinic was still a little messy. After cleaning up, she locked the door when she was sweating, and took a shower in her small lounge. I didn't bring any clothes, and I didn't want to take a shower, so I wrapped myself in a towel and came out. Anyway, the door was locked and no one came in.

She came out of the bathroom and felt a little cold, so she hurried back to her lounge.

The air conditioner was on in the lounge and it was still warm. She quickly dried her hair and blew it with a hair dryer.

The hair dryer was an older one that Su Qiao used when she was in school. She was quite thrifty, so she didn't throw it away and kept it in the lounge for occasional use.

But the wind was very weak and the wind was very hot. I could only blow it for a while and then remove it for a while, otherwise my scalp would get very hot.

She blew it for a long time, and her hair was mostly dry. Her hands were tired, so she exhaled, turned off the hair dryer and threw it on the table.

When he turned around again, he saw a person standing at the door.

Su Qiao was startled and instinctively moved back. When she hit the hair dryer, it fell and hit her feet.

"Hiss!" The mouth of the hair dryer was hot and hard. I don't know whether it was hot or smashed. Su Qiao's instep instantly turned red.

"Are you okay?" Fu Yanxiu came up quickly and knelt down to look at her feet.

Su Qiao felt a chill on her feet, and Fu Yanxiu was actually blowing it for her.

She was startled, then stepped back, a little embarrassed and a little unhappy, "How did you get in?"

She had clearly locked the door just now.

Fu Yanxiu raised his head and looked at her, his beautiful brows filled with worry, "Where is the ointment? Apply some."

Su Qiao lowered his head and glanced at his foot. It was indeed a little injured. He pursed his lips and looked at him. He went around him and took out some ointment from the cabinet next to him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his slender feet on the edge of the bed. Pick up a little white ointment with your fingers, rub it gently on the instep, and slowly spread it.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Fu Yanxiu staring straight at her. She raised her eyes and glared dissatisfied, only to realize that the man's eyes had not fallen on her face.

She followed the other person's gaze and her breath froze.

She was still wrapped in a bath towel, and now one of her legs was raised... her charming look was revealed.

Su Qiao dropped her legs in embarrassment and cursed in a low voice, "Rogue." But the medicine on her feet was not finished yet, so she wanted to lift her legs but was afraid of being exposed.

Fu Yanxiu clasped his hands on his chest and looked at her calmly, looking angry and helpless, and immediately smiled.

He walked to the bed, knelt down half-kneeling, picked up her feet, put them on his knees, took the ointment and applied it to her.

Su Qiao wanted to pull her foot away, but Fu Yanxiu's big hand stuck her ankle, making her unable to move. She could only do as he pleased.

Su Qiao looked at his ears and feet, and his eyes fell on Fu Yanxiu's fingers.

His fingers are slender and have distinct knuckles, which are particularly beautiful.

The temperature of the palm was a little higher than that of Su Qiao's body. It was pressed against her ankle, and the skin was touching. She inexplicably remembered the night two days ago in her mind.

His hands roamed her body, light or heavy, igniting fire everywhere.

Su Qiao's cheeks suddenly became hot.

"Does it still hurt?" Fu Yanxiu applied the ointment, looked up at her, and then chuckled, "Why is your face so red?"

Subconsciously, Su Qiao pressed the back of her hand against her cheek. It was hot and said harshly, "You need a hair dryer."

Fu Yanxiu glanced at the hair dryer inquiringly, but just smiled without revealing anything.

Su Qiao pulled back her feet, pulled the sheets on the bed to cover herself, and looked at Fu Yanxiu angrily, "How did you get in? What are you doing here?"

Fu Yanxiu covered the ointment and placed it on the table. He pulled the stool beside the table and placed it beside the bed. He sat down and looked at Su Qiao.

He was tall and had long legs, and his knees reached to the edge of the bed, right next to Su Qiao's legs.

Su Qiao wanted to move back, but this was a single bed and there was only such a big space.

"Why are you sitting so close to me?" Su Qiao nudged his leg, but the man didn't move at all.

Fu Yanxiu was amused and glanced at the small lounge casually, "Your room is only such a big place, where can I go?"

Su Qiao took a look and saw that Fu Yanxiu's back was almost pressed against the door.

Who made him grow so big?

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Fu Yanxiu glanced at her and said, "I went to the hospital to find you. The bodyguard said you came to the clinic."

When Su Qiao heard that he had gone to the hospital again, she looked at him nervously. Fu Yanxiu's face darkened slightly, but he still explained, "I didn't go in to see Aunt Qing."

Su Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't want Lin Qing to see the Fu family again. Since she wanted to cut off from the past, she had to do it cleanly.

Lin Qing's current situation is not suitable for stimulation.

Fu Yanxiu saw all her expressions in his eyes, so he didn't want him to see Lin Qing?

But Kong Youqing obviously went in and met Lin Qing. Is he not as good as Kong Youqing now?

Thinking of that vegetable, Fu Yanxiu became even more unhappy. He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward slightly, "You and Kong Youqing?"

When Su Qiao raised his eyelids and looked over, Fu Yanxiu's handsome face was very close at hand. His expression was serious, as if he was just eager to know something.

If Su Qiao avoided it, it would seem that he had a guilty conscience.

She frowned slightly and said calmly, "We have broken up peacefully."

Let's break up. She has made it clear to Kong Youqing today that there is no need for the two of them to cooperate. Presumably, Kong Youqing will tell the people around her later.

Fu Yanxiu will know sooner or later.

Fu Yanxiu's frown relaxed slightly. When he saw Su Qiao's red ear beads, he realized the distance between the two. He slightly raised the corners of his lips and raised his hand to pinch Su Qiao's ear beads.

A shiver ran down Su Qiao's back. She shook her shoulders slightly and tried to get away. She stretched her legs and got out of bed, but Fu Yanxiu was blocking the bed.

She avoided being blocked by him, but Su Qiao's foot was in the air and she fell directly onto Fu Yanxiu's lap. Her body was unstable and she subconsciously hugged his neck.

The two people's noses were nose to nose, and their breaths were intertwined.

The air in the small lounge instantly became ambiguous.

Fu Yanxiu's fingers gently rubbed Su Qiao's waist, and Su Qiao could feel his restlessness through the thick bath towel.

Su Qiao was a little annoyed and tried to get up while holding on to the edge of the bed. As the two of them moved, Su Qiao got away, but when there was a chill in front of her, the already loose bath towel was torn off.

Su Qiao, "..." My brain is disconnected.

She panicked and got under the sheets, covering her head first like an ostrich.