C64 (2/2)
But to Fu Siming, this sounded like a wife looking forward to her husband's return home.
”Yes.” ”Yes,” he said, and went out the door.
In the evening, he returned before seven. The servant made the dishes and brought them to the table.
Actually, Qiao Anyun had always felt that the dining table was too inconvenient. There were two long tables, one on each side and one on the other. He didn't even fear that he would be too quiet and be unable to hear what was being said.
Even though they were so far away, the dishes were their own. How could the two of them communicate?
So she suggested her own ideas to him.
When he heard this, he frowned slightly.
Qiao Anyun thought he was unhappy and quickly said, ”Actually, I'm just saying it casually. If you don't want to, then forget it, don't worry about me.”
”Butler.” ”Go to Furniture City tomorrow and order a smaller table back,” he said.
”Eh?” Qiao Anxiao was surprised. ”I was just joking. Don't waste your money!”
”Go prepare.” Fu Siming didn't pay attention to what she said and said to the butler, ”Do the best.”
”Alright.” The butler responded and then left.
”Actually, you don't have to …”
”I think for a bit, there's usually only the two of us eating dinner at home, so there's really no need.”
Even though Fu Ming had said this, Qiao Anxiao still felt his heart warm. At the very least, accepting her opinion could be considered not bad.
At night, Joanna slept in his room... No, it had become a common room for husband and wife. She was his wife and he was his husband.
However, in this sleep, the woman was unable to sleep soundly.
Joanna was having nightmares, terrible nightmares that frightened her so much that she screamed and woke up with a start. Sweat had soaked her nightgown and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
”What's wrong?” When he heard her voice, he turned on the light and saw that she was still in shock.
”Did you have a nightmare?”
Joanna gasped and nodded.
”Just now …” I dreamt that I was in a car accident. ” Suddenly, she looked at him with some nervousness and took hold of his arm. ”Do you think this is a sign?”
”Don't let your imagination run wild, this is just a dream.”
He gently pulled her into his embrace, frowning.
”Other than the accident, what else did you dream?”
Qiao Anxiao thought about it, then shook his head and said, ”I can't remember.”
Hearing this, Fu Siming let out a sigh of relief. He coaxed, ”It's fine. Don't even think about it if you can't remember. It's just an ordinary nightmare.”
The woman shook her head, trying to recall her dream. However, waves of pain assaulted her head — —
”My head hurts so much …”
”I'll take you to the hospital.”
As he spoke, Fu Siming was about to get up and put on his clothes.
Johann pulled his hand and shook his head. ”No need. It will be fine in a moment. You... ”Give me a hug …”
Fu Siming was stunned. He immediately sat back down and hugged her.
”Alright, go to sleep.”
In his warm embrace, the woman quickly fell into a peaceful sleep and did not dream for the rest of the night.
As for Fu Siming, he could no longer sleep …
He did not want this ”Qiao Anzhi” to recover his memories at all, because …
What if she wanted to leave him after she recovered her memories and found her true identity?
She was his woman, and he would not let her go so easily. Since he had already become ”Qiao Anjiao”, he would not want to change this level of identity for the rest of his life.
He did not sleep through the night until daybreak.
The next morning, when Johann got up, he was surprised to find that Fosmin had not left yet.
Usually when she got up, he was already gone.
”You still haven't left?”
Fu Siming calmly replied, ”I'll wait for you.”
”Wait for me? ”We're not going the same way …”
That person said indifferently, ”I want to take the road, so I can take the road.”
Well, it was his usual style.
The two finished their breakfast and went out together.
It was a good feeling for Joanna to feel that she and Fosmin were now like an ordinary couple.
When she got into the car, she couldn't help but laugh.
Fu Siming looked at her and asked, ”What are you laughing at?”
”Don't you think that's good?” ”Like an ordinary couple working together.”
After a moment of silence, Fu Siming replied, ”We were husband and wife in the first place, there's no need for us to be like each other.”
Qiao Anyun was suddenly at a loss for words and then ridiculed, ”Not interesting …”
This man could talk the whole world to death. If it wasn't for her, he probably would have been alone.
And what Fu Siming said next left her at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.
”As for being ordinary, you are quite ordinary. I am not ordinary. ”
How could he be more narcissistic?
He asked Wu to take her to the company first, and when they reached the building below, Joanna said, ”Then I'll go up first.”
”Wait.” The man took her arm.
”What's wrong?” Joanna turned around and saw that the man's lips were on hers, catching her off guard.
He pushed him away with a blush and said in embarrassment: ”This is downstairs in the company, you …”
”Farewell, why? Just a moment ago, you said that I have no interest, but now, you're not used to it? ”
”I... I won't tell you! ” With that, the woman covered her face and ran into the company.
With a smile, Fu Siming returned to the group headquarters.
When the driver saw the smile on Fu Siming's face through the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but be astonished. The usually stern Director Fu was actually … Was he possessed?