Fu Jiabei stared intently at Zeng Mingyue and lowered her head in shame.


    She whispered, "you asked me just now. Do you remember who you are?"


    Seeing a layer of red floating on her pale cheek, Fu Jiabei finally looked a little blood color. He was satisfied and hooked his lips.


    He found that she was really shy and very timid. She was even embarrassed to call his name.


    Tut


    I want to tease her more.


    He leaned over with his elbows on his knees and was infinitely close to her.


    "Call my name."


    She was lying on her stomach with her cheeks on the pillow. He leaned over, breathing straight into his face and drilling in along the slightly opened patient''s suit.


    Zeng Mingyue couldn''t see him all. Yu Guangli''s man was very close, and his handsome outline was perfect and profound.


    Zeng Mingyue could hardly breathe. Her voice was like a mosquito and fly, "not very good..."


    "Oh, why not?"


    Jiabei chuckled. Zeng Mingyue was speechless.


    He also asked her why she was bad? How many people dare to call him by name for his identity.


    Once upon a time, no one in the class called him by his name.


    "I don''t feel very... Not very respectful."


    The girl thought for a long time and said softly.


    "Respect? Am I old?"


    Fu Jiabei sneered and could hardly cry or laugh.


    "No, no, I didn''t mean that! Hiss!"


    Zeng Mingyue was anxious to explain. She suddenly raised her head. As a result, the wound on the back of her head hurt violently. She took a breath and went back.


    "Damn it! What are you doing!"


    Fu Jiabei hurriedly pressed her down and bent down to check the wound on the back of her head. When he saw that there was no blood in the gauze, he was a little relieved.


    But Zeng Mingyue was a little bad. It was too painful just now. Her forehead was full of sweat and her face was white again because of pain.


    "Be honest!"


    Fu Jiabei said in a deep voice of warning, but stood up and walked in the direction of the bathroom.


    Zeng Mingyue didn''t dare to move any more. He didn''t know where he had gone.


    She was a little flustered and afraid that he would leave like this.


    But without waiting for her to think more, the footsteps turned back, and he came again.


    There were some sounds nearby. Zeng Mingyue tried to look at it. He put a washbasin on the bedside table, and then there was a sound of water.


    Before she realized what he was doing, a warm handkerchief touched her forehead. He was holding a towel and gently wiping the sweat on her face.


    Zeng Mingyue was completely stunned.


    She thinks it''s more mysterious than a dream. The male god is taking care of her and wiping her face!


    "You..."


    She was surprised and wanted to speak, but Fu Jiabei said in a deep voice, "shut up!"


    Zeng Mingyue immediately closed his mouth and honestly closed his eyes, waiting for him to wipe his face.


    She hasn''t washed her face since she was hurt. The sweat is wet and dry, and there are still some blood clots on her temples.


    He wiped it little by little with a warm towel. Zeng Mingyue only felt very comfortable.


    It seems that the pores of the whole body stretch out and breathe fresh air.


    Fu Jiabei twisted the towel again and wiped her face twice before throwing it back.


    "Thanks..."


    Zeng Mingyue unconsciously wanted to say thank you. Just as he opened his mouth, the man looked down at him with an oppressive force in his eyes.


    Zeng Mingyue shut her mouth and blinked her eyes.


    Fu Jiabei sat down again and asked, "what did you want to say just now? What happened to you and me?"


    Zeng Mingyue was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he said what she had just interrupted when she didn''t say it.


    She blushed. "We are from a junior high school. You must not remember."


    Fu Jiabei really doesn''t remember. He didn''t expect it, but on second thought, that''s right.


    Did the girl like him since junior high school? He just thought and thought, but he didn''t find any memory about her.


    He was sure that when he went to school, he didn''t see her, let alone know her.


    "We are in the same grade?"


    "No... Fu Shao is my senior, one grade higher than me."


    Gabe nodded, "and then?"


    "Then, many girls in our school really like Fu Xuechang. I remember that every time Fu Xuechang went to play in the basketball court at that time, there were girls inside and outside the court, and they all looked beautiful. All the flowers were displayed, just like the beauty scene..."


    Zeng Mingyue thought of what happened when she was at school. She sped up and missed her excitement slightly.


    Unfortunately, at that time, Fu Jiabei was very cold and didn''t look at those girls at all.


    "Really, I didn''t notice."


    Fu Jiabei said quietly that he really didn''t pay much attention.


    It''s true that there are many girls watching the ball, but every school basketball court is like that. As for whether those girls are beautiful or not, who they saw at that time, he really didn''t notice. "I knew it! Mr. Fu, you don''t have pity! I remember one time, the class flower of the third and sixth day of junior high school presented flowers to you with a sister group. As a result, no one came to you, you smashed the basketball. It scared the class flower of others to stumble and trip up several girls behind you


    , I fell a lot. At that time, I was embarrassed. Several girls cried on the spot. "


    Fu Jiabei was vaguely impressed by this matter.


    The main reason is that I have a good memory, and I was chased by a large bunch of girls holding roses for the first time in my life.


    Things are too bad, so remember some.


    "By the way, I remember, you said you were allergic to flowers. That''s why you''re so rude that you don''t allow them to come near!"


    Zeng Mingyue smiled and obviously didn''t believe this statement.


    She blinked. "So, Fu Xuechang, are you really allergic to flowers?"


    Fu Jiabei stared at the girl''s cunning eyes for a moment, "what do you think?"


    "How do I know?"


    Zeng Mingyue gave him a white look.


    When she mentioned the old things, she seemed to let go slowly, not so formal, but also a lot of playfulness and flexibility.


    Fu Jiabei looked at her and smiled, "if you want to know, give me flowers next time."


    "Ah?"


    Did he mean to ask her to send him flowers? But how does it feel strange.


    Zeng Mingyue didn''t understand, but Fu Jiabei suddenly leaned close to her.


    "So, are you among those girls?"


    He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes focused on her, which made people feel that there was no hiding.


    Zeng Mingyue was flustered. He just felt that his mind seemed to be seen through by him.


    I just thought that he was always high and cold. Those girls who confessed, let alone further, it became very difficult to get close to him.


    In junior high school, two girls got familiar with Fu Jiabei because they participated in the same competition. They seemed to have the meaning of becoming friends.


    For a period of time, I occasionally saw the two girls talking around Fu Jiabei. Although he didn''t pay much attention to them, he had a gentle attitude.


    Later, the two girls suddenly disappeared around him. It is said that it was because the two girls confessed one after another, so... Even ordinary students didn''t have to do it.