The Villain CEO Always Mooches My Melons Ch. 120

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Before he fainted, he only had time to curse this f*cking world loudly in his heart, and insulted the scumbag Fu Qingchen by the way, [Fu Qingchen! F*ck you!]

"An Xia!"

Fu Qingchen quickly reached out to help An Xia, who had completely fainted. After hearing their son's cry, Fu Wencheng and his wife also hurried out. The three of them rushed An Xia to the hospital.

After the doctor's orderly treatment, An Xia, with a large bandage on his head, was sent to a single ward.

After waiting for half a day, An Xia finally opened his eyes.

Fu Qingchen, who had been waiting in front of his bed, came to him quickly, "An Xia, you finally woke up. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is your head still hurting?"

An Xia, who had just woken up, blinked his eyes. Looking at Fu Qingchen, who was anxious, he suddenly felt angry and subconsciously said the first sentence after waking up, "Dead scumbag!"

As soon as he finished speaking, An Xia looked at Fu Qingchen with a puzzled face, "...who are you?"

But no matter who it was, the person who made him subconsciously call him a dead scumbag must not be a good person!

In Fu Qingchen's shocked and panicked eyes, An Xia snorted heavily, turned around and shrank into the quilt.

Fu Qingchen was slow to react and ran out of the ward, "Doctor! Where is the doctor?!"

[Our An Xia's brain seems to be broken!]

Who were you talking about? You were the one who was talking about being stupid!

An Xia gritted his teeth while hiding in the quilt, but then he froze in his place.

That's not right. What happened to the voice that just appeared in his mind?

Was it the voice of that scumbag?

But didn't he run out of the ward? Why could he still hear his voice?

A series of questions appeared in An Xia's mind. When Fu Qingchen pulled the doctor into the ward, he saw him sitting on the bed with his eyes blank.

The bandage on his head made his face look even paler, and even his lips, which were always rosy, were only a layer of light pink. He was still wearing the white shirt he wore at work, and the ironed fabric had many wrinkles because of the tossing not long ago.

An Xia was clearly sitting there, but it seemed that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Fu Qingchen's heart was pulled for no reason, "Doctor, don't you say that An Xia is fine? But why doesn't he seem to recognize me?"

An Xia, who was still in a daze thinking about what to eat for dinner, turned around after hearing his voice and stared at Fu Qingchen with vigilance.

Although he didn't know him, as long as he saw him, his heart would be inexplicably depressed.

This feeling was very different from the usual feeling of going out to buy egg-filled pancakes, but finding that there were no eggs on the stall.

It's... as if this person had done something particularly sorry for him.

What exactly was it?

The doctor came forward to examine An Xia's body, but An Xia looked at Fu Qingchen beside him with a gloomy expression on his face, "Did you treat me as a substitute?"

An Xia's sudden remarks caught the doctor and Fu Qingchen in the ward off guard.

Hey! What was a substitute?!

Did Mr. Xiao Fu have such an emotional entanglement with the young man in front of him!?

The doctor, who was over fifty and still had a bald complexion, had a slight light in his eyes. Sure enough, if you stay in the hospital for a long time, you could get all kinds of gossip.

He didn't expect that there was such a thing as a substitute in the rich family. The bloody novels were real to me!

The doctor was suddenly stuffed with a big melon and felt slightly excited. Even though he had lived for most of his life, he couldn't help but be curious when he saw this kind of bloody gossip.

After hearing An Xia's unfounded accusation, Fu Qingchen hurriedly defended himself, "How could I treat you as a substitute!"

[You are obviously my personal secretary!]

An Xia, who heard Fu Qingchen's inner voice again inexplicably, suddenly realized it.

So he was this guy's employee.

Then there was a reasonable explanation for the sudden feeling of frustration in his heart-after all, there was no worker who was not crazy.

Wan't the relationship between office workers and their bosses another special kind of "contractual forced love"?

Which serious worker would be happy to see his boss?

What substitute or not? It must be because he just woke up that he was talking nonsense.

Thinking of the back of his head that was still a little painful and the tiny stains on his clothes, An Xia immediately filled in all the ins and outs in his mind.

The injury on his head was probably because he accidentally fell and fainted when he went out to work with this boss, and then he was sent to the hospital by the boss.

If he thought about it this way, everything became reasonable.

Then his boss had become his lifesaver.

Workers may be crazy, but they still cherish their lives.

An Xia immediately felt a sense of respect for Fu Qingchen in his heart.

Young and handsome, courageous and responsible, and caring for employees, such a boss was simply the best boss in the world!

There were thousands of evil capitalists in the world, and it was rare to have such a good boss. How could he hate him?

And in his limited memory, it seemed that this boss often gave him bonuses.

Good, good, rich, good-looking, kind and generous, this was not a boss, this was his reincarnated parents!

An Xia quickly put away the gloomy and ugly expression on his face, and turned to show a slightly flattering smile.

He simply lifted the quilt and stood up, dragging a stool from the corner of the ward himself, "Boss, please sit down, it's so tiring to stand."

Although his mind was still a little groggy and his memory was a little fuzzy, he could still feel that he had some closeness to this boss by instinct.

It seemed that before he lost his memory, he and this boss should have had a good relationship.

Seeing that An Xia's attitude towards him finally turned from gloomy to sunny, Fu Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

[I said, you are obviously my boyfriend who has received the blessings of family and friends, even bought a house for cohabitation, is planning a future wedding house, and will soon enter the marriage, how can you be a substitute?]

...what the hell?!

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