I want to tell Zhou Chen that I am not innocent.
No matter how cold-hearted Qi Shu is, I have been with him day and night for four years, and I know what kind of expression and tone can move him the most.
I deliberately went on a hunger strike and stopped taking the medicine to make myself miserable day by day. He couldn't refuse my tears and begged him, so I showed him when I was awake.
I put the notebook by the bed, and it was blown away by the wind just to reveal the "week" written and crossed out on the first page.
I put on his baggy shirt so he can look down and see the scar on my collarbone when he wants to hug me.
I gambled my life for the last time, and fortunately, I won the bet.
Who made him move Fanxin, revealing his weakness.
He deserved to be lied to.
I even lied to Zhou Chen.
I clearly know that the more miserable I am, the more he will hate Qi Shu when he sees me, and the less likely he will let me go.
But in fact, Qi Shu didn't even touch a single finger of mine during this time, instead he stayed with me day and night, trying his best to coax me to eat and sleep.
——Zhou Chen wouldn't know about these things, he would only think that it was Qi Shu who tortured me like this again.
I was afraid that Zhou Chen would see through my tricks, and I was also afraid that he would not be able to see through.
I hope that in his heart I will always be innocent, worthy of sympathy and love. I also hope that he will recognize my not-so-kind nature and still be willing to treat me like this.
After debating for a long time, I decided to hide the tell for now.
I don't have enough self-confidence after all, he will accept all of me.
It's just that this time I went too far, and I got retribution.
The consequence of stopping the drug without authorization is that Zhou Chen's months of hard work were all in vain, and I became even more dilapidated than before. If Qi Shu was cruel enough to lock me up for a few more days, I might really die.
The weather was warm, Zhou Chen installed a double hanging chair in the yard, it was very comfortable to lie on it and bask in the sun.
This day, I accidentally fell asleep while basking in the sun again. I vaguely felt that someone had covered me with something. I opened my eyes and saw Zhou Chen.
The hanging chair was like a huge cocoon, I stepped inside and he sat down.
"It's time to take your medicine," he said.
I feel guilty in my heart, I obeyed his advice these days, and swallowed no matter how bitter the medicine was, without changing my face.
He was gratified that I spared my life, but he didn't know that I was guilty.
Probably because I just woke up, I suddenly wanted to play tricks and asked, "Is there any cream souffle? If not, I won't eat it."
—Sister Chef made it once yesterday. It is light, sweet and soft, and it feels like clouds melt in your mouth after a bite. She didn't do it today, I know it.
Zhou Chen narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through my scheming, and his expression at that moment seemed to say, "Aren't you going to be good in just a few days?"
But the opening was: "There is red velvet, how about making it up today?"
"Not good." I shook my head, "I won't let it go."
He seemed to feel helpless, but finally compromised: "I'll let Ah Liu do it now."
I was embarrassed to bother him, so I sat up and stopped him and said, "I'm just kidding. I'll go back and take my medicine."
When I went back to the house, I smelled a baking aroma coming from the kitchen. I was hooked and saw the chef sister baking biscuits.
"Sister Liuliu," I called her, "what delicious food are you doing?"
She raised her eyes and smiled at me: "I made butter cookies, they will be ready soon."
"Mr. Zhou doesn't like sweets. I have nowhere to display my skills. I finally waited for you to come back." She said while tidying up the cooking table.
——The small desserts that change continuously every day, are they all made for me
Zhou Chen followed me in, half helpless and half amused, and said: "You've made his mouth tricky."
Sister Chef smiled even more happily: "It was raised by you, I dare not take credit for it."
As he spoke, the oven dinged. She put on oven mitts, took out a plate of plump and lovely cookies, and said, "This is for Xiaoyu, the one with less sugar in the next oven will be for Mr."
Zhou Chen covered the top of my head with his big hand and rubbed it: "As soon as you come back, I will be ranked second."
The chef sister smiled and said nothing, put the biscuits on a ceramic plate and served them to me, "Be careful of burning."
I was about to take it, but Zhou Chen passed me and snatched the plate away, saying, "Take the medicine after you take it."
"Zhou Chen..." I looked at him eagerly, but he was unmoved.
I had to change to a more respectful address: "Sir."
With a complicated expression on his face, he finally lowered the plate.
I understand, when you ask for something, you should call Mr.
The days of convalescence are not easy, and I lie in bed most of the time every day. Zhou Chen has a lot of books that I can't understand, and the sleep aid effect is first-rate. I asked him if he would not be sleepy when reading it, and he naturally said no, thinking can make him awake.
I think this is probably the difference between people.
When I was fighting with Qi Shu that day, Zhou Chen’s glasses in his pocket broke. I quietly asked Mr. Housekeeper for his vision test report, and secretly remembered the logo on his temples, and then went to the brand’s website Picked out a new pair of glasses.
When it was delivered, Zhou Chen happened to be working in the study, so I opened the door to pick up the package. After dinner, I put the glasses case on the table as if nothing had happened and pushed it towards him.
"For you."
"Give it to me?" Zhou Chen took it and opened the box.
"I saw that day... your glasses are broken..."
I observed his reaction while talking, and besides the little surprise I expected, there was also nervousness and restraint.
"Thank you." He got up and walked in front of me, and said seriously, "I like it very much."
I breathed a sigh of relief, "Just like it..."
In the evening, I passed the study room, peeking in through the half-open door, and saw Zhou Chen looking at it with a pair of glasses, with a slightly silly smile on his face.
After a while, he put his glasses on the bridge of his nose, put on a serious face, pushed them, took them off again and continued to look at them with a smile.
Repeated several times...
I don't know why, but my mood suddenly jumped up.
He wore those glasses for the next few days, and I couldn't help staring at them.
One time when he was caught peeping, he casually asked, is it good-looking
"Good looking." I blurted out.
Then I saw that this mature and stable alpha who was over thirty years old seemed to be blushing.
It was good-looking. He has such a face, I don't believe no one has praised it.
The next day, I went upstairs after basking in the sun, and I met Mr. Housekeeper who was greeting two servants and moving a cabinet out of Zhou Chen's cloakroom. I asked casually, and he said that my husband asked me to move to the storage room and lock it.
The cabinet was covered with a piece of dark red velvet cloth. I opened it curiously and saw that there was a three-story display cabinet underneath. On the first floor alone, there were nearly a hundred pairs of similar gold-rimmed glasses with minor differences.
"He doesn't want any of these..."
"Sir said no." The housekeeper said meaningfully, "I probably have a favorite."
My heart is sour and swollen, I can't tell the taste.
It's like being soaked in grapefruit-flavored sparkling water fresh out of the fridge in the summer.
Zhou Chen reads in my room every night, and only goes back to sleep when I fall asleep. The latest bedside reading is a philosopher's work, which I can't understand, and he occasionally reads to me.
When I was drowsy, I felt him touch my face lightly and slowly with the back of his hand, and sighed.
I vaguely asked him what was wrong.
It seemed like a long time before I heard him ask: "Will you also give him carefully selected gifts?"
Who does "he" refer to, Qi Shu...
Half asleep and half awake, I shook my head instinctively: "I gave it to him a few times before, but he didn't like it, so I won't give it away..."
It's been too long, I can't remember what I gave Qi Shu back then, most of it was tie cuff buttons or something like that. But I clearly remember him saying "buy me a gift with my money, what's the point?"
I tried to retort that I didn't use your money, and he went on to say "It's still so ugly."
So I swallowed the words back and said, "Oh."
Obviously not ugly at all...
asshole.
It is always easy for people to let go of their defenses and become vulnerable in their sleep. I was stung by the vague scene deep in my memory, unconsciously turned over and hugged Zhou Chen, buried my face in his waist, and said in a low voice: "He doesn't understand anything..."
Zhou Chen seemed to froze for a moment, then hugged me sideways, and sighed: "Yes, he doesn't understand anything. He is a blind fool."
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