At noon that day, Wen Yu had an unprecedented meal of assorted mushroom and big bone soup that Aunt Twelve had cooked especially for her. It was nutritious and delicious.
The craftsmanship is comparable to the Michelin chefs she has eaten before.
She also understood that it was Jiang Yuhe who called Aunt Twelfth, and the bone soup was a casual word from the doctor in the hospital.
The crocodile's tears finally lived up to the promise and touched the man's heart of stone.
But later, Wen Yu was immersed in Li Bai's words and thought about it for a long time, and she also personally agreed that what he said was right.
The five-minute limit Jiang Yuhe gave seemed indifferent, but it did quickly end Wen Yu's pain. Otherwise, with her personality, she might not be able to get it done after lingering in the hospital until dark.
Although it was just a trivial matter, Wen Yu also got a glimpse of the charming side of Jiang Yuhe's character.
Act resolutely, when it is broken, it will be broken,
Wen Yu also... admires this one.
In any case, Wen Yu won the bone soup's favor.
Of course, it is necessary to seize the opportunity to interact with each other in a way of returning favors to deepen the relationship.
So that night, Wen Yu carefully prepared a fruit salad that she liked and waited for Jiang Yuhe, but the man went somewhere and didn't come back very late.
At midnight, Aunt Twelfth said she would go back to her room to rest, and Wen Yu asked her, "Aren't you waiting for brother?"
Unexpectedly, Aunt Twelve asked her back: "Do you know why I am called Aunt Twelve?"
Wen Yu: "?"
"Because I only work until twelve o'clock in the evening, and I won't care if the house collapses after that."
"..."
Good guy, such a cool housekeeper, Wen Yu, went directly to Rui Sibai.
So Wen Yu could only wait in the living room by herself. When she had had several dreams, she suddenly became dazed and felt a heavy force pressing down on the sofa.
She opened her eyes suddenly and was startled.
Jiang Yuhe didn't know when he came back, and he was lying on the other side of the sofa now.
There is a strong smell of alcohol all over.
Wen Yu retracted her legs first, and then called out twice tentatively, "Brother?"
What responded to her was breath mixed with the smell of alcohol and tobacco.
"Jiang Yuhe?"
"Boss Jiang?"
"boss?"
Wen Yu changed her address several times in a row before finally confirming that this man was really drunk to the point of falling asleep.
All right, since we're asleep, we can't talk about the interaction, so Wen Yu turns around and leaves.
But the wheelchair slid a few steps away, and Wen Yu pressed the stop button again.
She turned her head and looked at the man lying on the sofa.
It's winter now, even if the heating is turned on at home, it's still cold at night, will you catch a cold if you just lie down and sleep
Besides, what if he suddenly vomited and no one found out that he was suffocating.
Although he is an older brother who came from the world, he still has a conscience at least as a human being.
Anyway, I also drank the big bone soup rewarded by others today.
Wen Yu comforted herself by thinking of it as accumulating some virtue for the bankrupt Wen family. Anyway, tonight, he took over this man.
However, her leg was still injured, so it was impossible to move Jiang Yuhe back to the room, not to mention that the second floor was a place where she was expressly forbidden to go.
After thinking for a while, Wen Yu went back to the room and took out her quilt and covered it with Jiang Yuhe.
Then she sighed silently towards his handsome face, "My little sister has done her best, and I gave you the bed, so don't be so fierce in the future."
The man was still in a deep sleep.
Not to mention, he's so handsome when he's asleep that he can't find any dead spots.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu couldn't help but want to cast aside her own aesthetics. It's true that any man you pick up on the street is 10,000 times more handsome than Shen Mingjia.
Knowing that it was impossible to get any response, Wen Yu withdrew her gaze, leaned on the sofa and picked up her phone.
This scene made it impossible to sleep tonight, so she decided to check Weibo all night to pass the time.
At three o'clock in the night, Wen Yu insisted on checking Weibo.
At half past three, vision began to blur.
It's four o'clock, it's so cold, let's pull the quilt over a little and let's put our legs on it.
At half past four, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I squinted for a while, for a while...
After that, Wen Yu immediately fell asleep as well.
At 6:30 in the morning, Aunt Twelfth got up to prepare breakfast. When she passed by the living room, she saw Jiang Yuhe and Wen Yu lying together, looked at them calmly, and went to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Yuhe was awakened by the sound of sundries in the kitchen.
He opened his eyes in displeasure, and found that he was sleeping on the sofa. It seemed that he was not so surprised. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to get up and take a shower. of Wen Yu.
The two were still covered with the same quilt.
Jiang Yuhe was stunned, and his voice cooled down almost instantly: "What are you doing?"
This sentence is clearly reprimanded.
Wen Yu opened her eyes in a daze, and completely forgot that she was sleeping on the sofa. After seeing the man next to her, she sat up as if her memory had come back.
"Brother, are you awake?"
Soon, she noticed the man's unusually cold, strange eyes, "... what's wrong?"
Jiang Yuhe stared at Wen Yu for a few seconds, and finally tore off the quilt and said coldly: "If there is another time, I will leave."
?
Seeing the back of the man walking towards the second floor, Wen Yu was at a loss.
Aunt Twelve came out of the kitchen at this moment, and while setting up the table, she hinted at Wen Yu like a reminder: "Our young master doesn't like women touching him."
Wen Yu: "..."
No, brother, what are you thinking.
She laughed angrily—
"Last night he came back at night and lay motionless on the sofa. I couldn't wake him up no matter how I shouted, and I couldn't hold him. I was afraid that he would be cold and I could only bring my quilt to cover him. I was afraid that he would vomit. Take care of him all the time, what do you mean you don't like women touching him? I'm not someone else," I don't know if Jiang Yuhe can hear it, but Wen Yu raised the tone two times intentionally and aggrievedly,
"Is it wrong for me to care about my brother?!"
June's Dou E did not blame her.
Aunt Twelve paused when she was pouring milk, and asked her, "Don't you know how to call me for help?"
"?" Wen Yu was speechless, "Didn't you say that you didn't care if the house collapsed after twelve o'clock?"
"I don't care if the house collapses, but of course I don't care if the young master is drunk."
"..."
Who doesn't say you are awesome.
Wen Yu was so angry at the miraculous logic of the master and servant that she was speechless.
OK, you won.
She picked up the quilt that was pulled to the ground by Jiang Yuhe, turned around and went back to her room without further explanation.
A man who doesn't know good and bad deserves to freeze you to death last night.
What do you expect next time? dream.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang Yuhe took a shower and went downstairs. Aunt Twelve's hangover soup was also cooked, and when she brought it to him, she muttered:
"Miss tells you to drink less, but you always don't listen."
Jiang Yuhe didn't look up, took a sip and asked, "Where's the person?"
Aunt Twelfth knew who she was talking about without naming her name, "Go back to your room."
After that, no one mentioned Wen Yu again, and after a simple breakfast, Jiang Yuhe returned to the company.
The secretary made him a glass of American style as usual, but Jiang Yuhe frowned as soon as he took a sip.
"Why does it taste wrong?"
The secretary was stunned, "Huh? I do this every day."
After a while, Jiang Yuhe said lightly: "Go out."
After the secretary left, he looked carefully at the coffee in his hand and wondered where the problem was, when he suddenly remembered—
Yesterday he drank the American made by the woman at home.
The taste is very mellow and positive.
Jiang Yuhe didn't know what he was thinking, rubbed the center of his brows, put the coffee aside, completely lost the desire to drink it.
Just then, the director of the company's artist management department knocked on the door and came in:
"Mr. Jiang, I would like to hear your opinion on the casting of "Looking for the Dragon Files"."
The development of the domestic entertainment industry is sluggish this year, mainly due to the impact of policies, many small-scale film companies have closed down one after another. Under such a general environment, Jiang Yuhe dare not slack off every investment.
The company's key project in the coming year is the fantasy film "Looking for the Dragon Files" invested by Yasheng Pictures with 2 billion yuan
From the team structure to the selection of actors, no matter how big or small the details are, Jiang Yuhyuk asked to see them all in person.
The director said: "It turns out that you decided on Li Man as the first female lead, but she didn't live up to her expectations and made such a fuss. Now we want to choose one between Sang Chen and Mo Xiaoru. Both of them have good acting skills. The audition side The director also thinks it's ok, so it depends on what you mean?"
Jiang Yuhe looked at the photos of the two actresses, and after a while, he pulled out one of them, "Use Sang Chen."
The director's expression was subtle for a second, and he quickly returned to normal, "Okay, another thing is, the second male director wants to use Shen Mingjia, who has been very popular recently, but Shen Mingjia is not from our company, I want to sign his film and television contract. , to facilitate unified management in the future.”
Shen Mingjia
Jiang Yuhe passed the name in his mind, nodded and said, "Make a copy of his grades for the last six months and send it to me. I'll have a look."
"good."
Probably because he didn't sleep well last night and was drunk, Jiang Yuhe's energy was not very good all day, so he turned off all the evening entertainment before leaving get off work.
Aunt Twelve received the notice in advance, and when Jiang Yuhe arrived home, dinner was all ready.
Four meat, two vegetables and one soup, Jiang Yuhe sat alone at the dining table, and asked after eating, "Where is the person?"
Aunt Twelve stood upright and replied, "In the room."
After a pause, he added: "I yelled, but if I don't come out, I'm not hungry."
Jiang Yuhe didn't continue to ask any more questions, and planned to go back upstairs to rest after taking two hasty bites.
Just a few steps away, Aunt Twelfth started talking to herself behind her: "They took out their own quilt to cover you because they were afraid that you would freeze in the living room."
Jiang Yuhe paused, frowned and turned around, "What is your own quilt?"
Aunt Twelve glanced at Jiang Yuhe, opened and closed her lips a few times, maybe she was afraid that she might not sum it up well, so she simply repeated Wen Yu's original words, and the last sentence [Is it wrong for me to care about my brother] He raised his voice specially.
"I'm not speaking for her, but I don't see her kindness being treated like a donkey by you."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
After returning to the study for a long time, Jiang Yuhe seemed to wake up from the drunkenness.
Aunt Twelfth's words kept circling in his heart, and just like that, he belatedly recalled the details of when he woke up.
The woman was actually only a little bit close to her, her body was leaning on the back cushion, obviously trying to keep a distance, but her legs were stretched out a little to keep warm under the quilt.
There was also the quilt, the little florals were soft, I didn't notice it at all at the time, it turned out to be hers.
Jiang Yuhe closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
The blank expression on the woman's face after being warned by herself kept replaying in front of her eyes, as well as what she said—
[I was afraid that he would be cold, so I could only bring my quilt to cover him, and I was afraid that no one would take care of him if he vomited, so I kept guarding him.]
As if punishing his heart, he repeatedly reminded him how much he said.
This feeling inexplicably made Jiang Yuhe feel irritable. He casually picked up the cup on the table, but found that it was empty without a drop of water.
So he opened the study door, and was about to ask Aunt Twelve to make a cup of coffee, when he suddenly heard voices from downstairs.
He didn't feel like taking back the words when he got to his lips, and walked a few steps forward calmly—
Sure enough, it was Wen Yu who came out.
She was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a cup in her hand, as if she was also going to the living room to drink water.
Jiang Yuhe looked at it for two seconds, and was driven by something, and went downstairs with the empty cup in his hand.
He put his hand in his trouser pocket, and walked to the water purifier with a cold expression.
Aunt Twelve gave him a puzzled look: "Is there no water upstairs? What are you doing down there?"
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
Of course Wen Yu also knew that Jiang Yuhe had come down, but she didn't call her brother enthusiastically as usual.
She bowed her head and stepped aside. Although she didn't say anything, her body movements had already made a gesture that a third-class citizen should have.
Jiang Yuhe paused, and rarely took the initiative: "You go first."
oh.
Wen Yu was not polite, stepped forward with a blank expression, bent down, and poured water into the cup.
Then turned around, continued to pass by Jiang Yuhe expressionlessly, left, went back to the room, and finally closed the door with a bang.
Jiang Yuhe: "..."