Perhaps because he had just woken up, there was still a hazy mist in Sang Qiao's round eyes, making him look unusually silly.
Fu Xingzhou couldn't help himself, he leaned down and kissed Sang Qiao on the forehead, "Tired?"
Sang Qiao, feigning tiredness, looked like he wanted to nod, but then suddenly remembered that he still had a task tonight, and quickly shook his head, "No, no, not tired."
Fu Xingzhou seemed to find Sang Qiao's vigorous denial very amusing, and asked, "Not tired, so what do you want to do?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao was momentarily caught off guard by Fu Xingzhou's question, then pursed his lips and patted the other side of the bed, "Didn't we agree to sleep together tonight?"
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
This little fool.
Fu Xingzhou pinched Sang Qiao's face and said, "I'm going to take a shower. If you're sleepy, go ahead and sleep."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao: "Huh?"
Sang Qiao's eyes widened, appearing incredulous and disappointed, "Aren't we sleeping tonight?"
He had already freshened himself up...
And applied some oil...
Not sleeping would be a waste...
Sang Qiao felt a bit sorry for his precious skin cream, hesitated and glanced at Fu Xingzhou, then shook his head with a tinge of regret in his heart.
Forget it.
If he doesn't want to sleep, then he won't.
Maybe he's just too busy today and not in a good mood.
Sang Qiao consoled himself, thinking that he should understand Fu Xingzhou.
Fu Xingzhou naturally had no idea that Sang Qiao had quickly conjured up a big drama about a man's poor kidney function in his mind. All he saw were Sang Qiao's bright eyes turning several times.
He tucked the bedclothes around Sang Qiao, "It's not urgent tonight, it's already midnight. I'm going to take a shower. If you're sleepy, you go ahead and sleep, alright?"
Sang Qiao obediently held the blanket, "Alright."
The mattress in Fu Xingzhou's room should be the same as the one in Sang Qiao's room. Sleeping on it would feel almost the same.
The only difference was that Sang Qiao's room had a round bed.
Fu Xingzhou's room had a large bed measuring three meters by two and a half meters.
Sang Qiao listened to the sound of water from the bathroom while rolling around on the bed.
When he reached the edge of the bed, he absentmindedly opened the bedside table and looked at the kraft paper bags tucked inside.
The contents of the three kraft paper bags had already been neatly arranged and labeled by Sang Qiao upstairs.
For example:
This is for myself.
This is for myself.
This is for Fu Xingzhou.
This one, don't know how to use it, needs further research.
But it seemed like he wouldn't need them today.
Sigh.
Sang Qiao carefully closed the bedside table, propped his head with his hand, and lay on the bed like a pancake, waiting for Fu Xingzhou to come back from the shower.
After about five minutes.
The door of the bathroom was pushed open.
Perhaps because Sang Qiao was already asleep, Fu Xingzhou wrapped a towel around himself and walked out of the bathroom.
His usually immaculate hair was still wet, and a few strands were scattered on his forehead, making him look a bit younger than usual.
Sang Qiao squinted his eyes nearly closed and watched Fu Xingzhou's six-pack abs with immense envy for a while. Then, he secretly touched his own soft belly under the covers and let out a small sigh with a touch of melancholy.
Fu Xingzhou simply dried his hair and then walked to the other side and lay down. Just as he had laid down.
At the other end of the bed, Sang Qiao seemed to be wriggling like a silkworm baby, wriggling from under the quilt.
He finally wriggled to Fu Xingzhou's side.
Although tonight, Fu Xingzhou seemed unlikely to ignore him and get into bed.
Sang Qiao also felt he couldn't just sleep soundly doing nothing.
So he lifted his face from the quilt and earnestly said to Fu Xingzhou, "If we don't sleep, do you need me to warm the bed for you? I just warmed up my side, it's still warm!"
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou had just taken off his bath towel when he got into bed, and was now only wearing a silk pajama.
And when Sang Qiao leaned over,
Indeed, he did bring the heat from his bed.
A scorching, almost boiling heat.
It ignited Fu Xingzhou's breath in the silent night.
Thank goodness the light was dim.
Fu Xingzhou didn't have to worry too much about scaring Sang Qiao with his current appearance.
His chest heaved violently a few times, steadied his breath, and slowly said, "No need. I'll do it myself."
The rejected Sang Qiao, "......"
The silence in the room seemed to make Fu Xingzhou realize that his earlier words were a bit abrupt, so he changed the topic, "Rest day tomorrow, I'll take you out, where do you want to go?"
Sang Qiao: "Uh......"
Although he had grown up in the northern city, apart from a few visits to the park during elementary school field trips and some shooting locations for minor roles, Sang Qiao had hardly been anywhere else.
Although he was from the northern city, maybe he was less familiar with the map of the north city than netizens.
After thinking for a while, Sang Qiao couldn't come up with a specific place, and said, "I don't know... How about we go to the National Museum?"
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou couldn't have imagined that the romantic date he had been looking forward to with Sang Qiao since before his performance would be a trip to the National Museum.
And Sang Qiao, who had suggested this idea, looked serious, with no intention of changing his mind.
Fu Xingzhou sighed deeply, struggling to ask, "Don't you want to go to Happy Valley?"
Sang Qiao shook his head, "No, no, Happy Valley is too stimulating, and there are long lines and tickets to buy."
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou wanted to say something more.
Sang Qiao nestled a bit closer to him and whispered, "Let's just go to the National Museum, I've wanted to go there for a long time! My middle school classmates all went to the National Museum for history class, but I dropped out of middle school, so I never had the chance to go there again."
In this day and age, except for remote rural areas, very few children drop out of middle school and return home without completing it.
Sang Qiao mentioned it very naturally, with no difference in his tone from usual.
Fu Xingzhou didn't say anything else, he reached out and pulled Sang Qiao, who had already snuggled up to him, closer, "Okay, we'll go to the museum tomorrow."
On Sunday, the National Museum had more people than usual.
From the old and weak to the young, even many families had all come together.
Although there were many people at the entrance, it was generally quiet.
And with the large size of the National Museum, there weren't many people on the tour route.
There were no entertainment reporters either.
Sang Qiao didn't wear a hat, just a blue and white medical mask.
Hand in hand with Fu Xingzhou, he walked openly across the National Museum's walkways, looking around.
However, while many of the artifacts in the National Museum had introductions, a better understanding still required some historical context.
With one hand held by Fu Xingzhou, Sang Qiao pointed at the artifacts and asked questions.
Compared to Sang Qiao's ignorance, Fu Xingzhou's knowledge in this area was obviously much deeper.
Not only could he answer Sang Qiao's questions, but he could also elaborate on them, and even introduce several other artifacts nearby.
After visiting two exhibition halls, Sang Qiao's admiration for Fu Xingzhou, his benefactor, turned to admiration from a poor student to a top student.
As they passed by a vending machine, the poor student even took the initiative to twist open a bottle of mineral water for the top student.
Handing it over, he said eagerly, "Fu Xingzhou, you're so amazing, you can make money and study well."
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou looked at the bottle of Nongfu Spring in front of him in silence, took it, and took a sip.
It wasn't as sweet.
As his Sang Qiao.
Fu Xingzhou had no intention of telling Sang Qiao that there were better items at the overseas and Hong Kong auctions than those in the national museum. He also did not tell Sang Qiao that each item at the auction would have a description of similar items in the promotional column.
He twisted the bottle cap without changing his tone, and adjusted Sang Qiao's mask position: "Is it stuffy?"
Sang Qiao took a deep breath inside the mask: "It's not stuffy!"
Before Fu Xingzhou could say anything else, his expression suddenly changed, and he walked towards the wall at the corner.
Sang Qiao didn't understand, but followed a few steps.
Then she saw Fu Xingzhou stop at the wall.
Not knowing what he said, two girls in school uniforms walked out from the corner.
One of the girls still held a phone and looked down.
Fu Xingzhou's voice was as cold as usual as he looked at the girl in front of him: "I'm sorry, I just noticed your flash, and I think I need to check your phone."
The girl held the phone tightly and stubbornly said, "I, I didn't take any pictures! You have no evidence!"
Fu Xingzhou frowned, and looked like he was making an effort to be patient: "My wife doesn't want to be photographed. If you took a photo just now, please hand it over to me."
The two girls obviously hesitated for a moment and then handed over their phones to Fu Xingzhou.
Fu Xingzhou did not look through their phones, but took out a card from his wallet.
After making a phone call, he said to the two girls, "My driver will be here soon and he will take you to format your phones. As compensation, there is fifty thousand on this card, with a password of six zeroes. I hope you can understand."
The girls: "..."
The driver who brought Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao was waiting outside the museum, and quickly verified their identities before taking the phone and leaving with the two girls.
Sang Qiao watched as the two girls happily walked away with fifty thousand yuan, feeling envious.
Fu Xingzhou came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sang Qiao looked aggrieved: "They are treated so well...they can get money for taking photos. Why did you give them fifty thousand?"
Fu Xingzhou followed Sang Qiao's gaze and said coldly, "Not everyone will give them fifty thousand."
Sang Qiao: "Huh?"
Fu Xingzhou pinched Sang Qiao's soft earlobe: "Having a taste of sweetness once makes them want it again. If they take more photos, not everyone will handle it the way I did."
Furthermore.
If it weren't for Sang Qiao being there.
He wouldn't have handled it this way.
Fu Xingzhou watched the driver and the two girls disappear at the gate, then pulled the oversized hood of Sang Qiao's hoodie over his head: "Let's go, we're going to have dinner."
The dinner Fu Xingzhou mentioned was different from what Sang Qiao had in mind.
Sang Qiao thought it was just a casual dinner outside and then going home to sleep.
But the dinner Fu Xingzhou arranged was at the most famous revolving restaurant in the northern city.
The nearly three hundred meter tower shimmered with colorful lights in the night, and the entire restaurant was rearranged, leaving only the exquisitely decorated European-style dining table.
Sang Qiao had only seen news about this restaurant in magazines and entertainment articles. When driving, he had even looked at its location from far away at the foot of the tower.
The ingredients and tables of the chefs and Western chefs were all laid outside.
A band was waiting at the other end of the revolving restaurant across the hollow central atrium.
Fu Xingzhou led Sang Qiao inside, where six well-mannered staff members greeted them with smiles at the door: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Sang, welcome."
Sang Qiao: "..."
This was the first time Sang Qiao had been to such a place for a meal.
Turns out, the marketing wasn't lying about this.
There were really impressive restaurants in this city, where you could see the entire northern city's night view.
Fu Xingzhou must have made a reservation in advance, and the food quickly arrived one dish after another.
The band at the other end of the restaurant played a soothing and melodious melody.
Although the whole band had about twenty people, they seemed very cohesive.
It looked really expensive.
Sang Qiao nervously withdrew his gaze, which had circled around the restaurant.
The staff in uniform poured two glasses of golden wine.
Then they turned around and uncovered the covered dining cart behind them, revealing a gorgeous and alluring bouquet of roses.
Although they are all roses, their colors are different.
The outer layers are composed of all blue roses.
Only the innermost part consists of dazzling red roses, forming a heart shape.
It is a huge bouquet.
It's hard to say how many flowers there are exactly.
Three sweet-looking female waiters held up the bouquet from the table, one on each side.
Placed on the side of the restaurant chair, they bowed to him and said, "Mr. Sang, this is a flower arranged by Mr. Fu for you, totaling 999. Among them, 900 are special blue enchantress roses, and 99 are red roses. We hope you will like it."
The staff in this type of restaurant are not talkative. After the introduction, they quickly left.
Leaving Sang Qiao standing in place.
And Fu Xingzhou sitting across from Sang Qiao.
999 roses are too many. The size of the bouquet makes it only fit on the side table of the two-person table.
The colorful lights of the restaurant danced on the bouquet, momentarily dazzling Sang Qiao.
Then, he heard Fu Xingzhou say to him, "Sang Qiao, I love you. 999 roses, I don't know if they can accompany you for the rest of your life."