Chapter 989 Don't misunderstand, this isn't my boy

ce that it was Xu Qinghuan."Well, I've been out of town these days. I'll go ask the doctor about her.""I'll stay with you.""No!" Xu Qinghuan instinctively refused, then realized her tone was a bit sti...Chapter 989 Don't Get Me Wrong, This Isn't My Boyfriend

When people die, they cannot be brought back to life. Even if you feel uncomfortable later, there will be no chance to start over.

"Fine." Fu Yan was in no mood for anything right now, so naturally, he spoke little.

Xu Qinghuan didn't say much to him, after hanging up the phone, she sent a message to Lin's secretary, asking him to send some clothes to Fu Yan at the hospital.

If you stay up all night outside the emergency room, the hospital is always eerie and cold. You need to wear more clothes than usual.

......

That night, Fu Yan Shi did not return.

Xu Qinghuan slept on the sofa all night.

It was Lin's secretary who woke up Tuan Tuan Yuan Yuan the next morning, coming to pick them up for school.

Without Fu Yan by her side, she started having insomnia again. She didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, around 3 or 4 am.

"Thank you, Lin secretary."

Xu Qinghuan tidied up Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan, then handed them to Lin's secretary.

"Where My job is to work for Mr. Fu."

"By the way, I'm going to be a bit capricious later and might not return to the company this morning. If you need anything, give me a call! Also... if there are any updates from Fu Yan at the hospital, could you let me know" Xu Qinghuan knew this was asking a lot of Lin Secretary, but she felt that if she asked Fu Yan directly, it would make him overthink things.

She wasn't trying to pry into anything, she just wanted to know how things were developing.

Secretary Lin, being so intelligent, naturally understood her meaning at once and agreed.

"OK, don't worry, Mr. Fu is fine! When I went to the hospital yesterday to deliver clothes, Mr. Fu knew it was you who asked me to send them, and he even smiled!"

Probably only Xu Qinghuan can make Fu Yan be happy.

After seeing off Lin Meishu, Xu Qinghuan also quickly washed up and changed her clothes before heading to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

Back at the project team, picking up where she left off, Xu Qinghuan felt a little rusty. Besides, after a restless night's sleep, she felt her concentration was a bit off.

When the staff member handed her the files, she almost bound them incorrectly. Luckily, she caught it at the last minute.

Xu Qinghuan came out of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and her phone rang.

This is Fu Yan's WeChat.

Remember to eat breakfast before work.

She could even picture Fu Yan Shi's serious tone when he said those words.

In today's young people's words, he's totally a boyfriend who acts like a father.

Xu Qinghuan was just about to reply when she heard someone calling her name from behind.

She was taken aback and turned toward the sound.

Joey He is.

"Miss Xu, it's really you! I saw your back from afar just now and thought it looked familiar." She walked over, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, giving off the vibe of a college student. She was gentle and sweet, like a harmless kitten or puppy.

If this were the past, Xu Qinghuan would definitely greet him enthusiastically.

In her heart, she always felt that Qiao Xihe had saved Fu Yan's life after all, and twice at that. Once was even when she herself had injured him!

Possible...

Before this, Fu Yan had already given her instructions to stay away from Qiao Xi He, so she naturally became more wary and distant.

"Doctor Qiao, what are you doing here"

"I have a classmate who lives here, so I'm going to borrow some books about medicine from her!"

Xu Qinghuan smiled, her gaze unconsciously falling on the man behind Qiao Xihe.

Joyce also followed her gaze, narrowed her eyes, and curled the corners of her lips, "Don't get me wrong, he's not my boyfriend, he's my bodyguard, he's Fu Xian—". It was just a bump on my forehead, and because of inertia, I had a mild concussion. My arms and legs have scratches of different degrees."Where's my phone Give it to me."He frowned slightly, perhaps...