Qi Shu fell, and the Qi family was completely in disarray. These days, I don't know how many people with ulterior motives tried to inquire about one or two under the guise of visiting the sick, but Zhou Chen blocked them all.
Qi Shu has two unworthy cousins, who are mediocre in both ability and character, but they still like to cause trouble. When Qi Shu is not around and messes up his company, every day when he turns on the TV, he can see related negative news.
Zhou Chen couldn't sit idly by, so he temporarily took over Qi Shu's job and took care of this mess for him.
At first I thought he was really busy, but after a few days, I realized that he might be deliberately alienating me.
This discovery makes me feel uneasy. People always don't know how to cherish after they get it. I'm afraid he will not be exempt.
One day when I came out of Qi Shu's ward, I suddenly smelled a very faint smell of smoke when I passed the stairwell. While looking into the distance, there is a small fire between two fingers.
It's Zhou Shen.
His back is lonely, and he looks even more desolate in the dim light that alternates between day and night.
Outside the window is a tall willow tree, its branches swaying gently in the evening wind, like a heart that grows wildly in a summer night.
Zhou Chen told me that he was going to deal with some work, but he smoked quietly here alone.
Didn't you say quit...
By the time I realized it, I had already walked behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face against his back.
— My body, it seems, has a mind of its own.
Zhou Chen froze for a moment, and frantically put out the cigarette in his hand. He wanted to turn around, but he didn't dare to move.
"Sir." I whispered to him, "What are you doing?"
"I… "
"My hand hurts so much." I showed him the palm of my left hand, which was wrapped in a layer of gauze, "the scab has cracked, and it hurts when I change the dressing."
After the first few days, the pain in the recovery period is actually nothing, at least not so painful that you need to show weakness and act like a baby.
It's just that the mottled skin looks scary and ugly, and I don't want to see it myself.
Zhou Chen really felt distressed, which made me regain a little sense of security.
He held my wrist carefully, turned around and hugged me in his arms, kissed the top of my head, "I forgot to accompany you to change the medicine, I'm sorry."
"The doctor said it would leave scars, and my hands are ugly."
There was still a faint smell of smoke in his chest, which smelled good, and I buried it deeper unconsciously.
"Won't you dislike me?"
Such questions are too sticky, and when I ask them, I inevitably feel hot.
I am afraid that only when I face Zhou Chen can I dare to be so unscrupulous.
"How could it be?" He sighed inaudibly, and asked, "Where's Qi Shu, did you rest?"
"Um."
It was completely dark, and again there was silence between the two of us.
I noticed that Zhou Chen was feeling a little lost, but I wasn't sure if it was what I thought.
After a long time, he said softly: "He was injured for you, and he survived for you. He hasn't let go yet."
Is it... maybe.
"Did he say anything to you?" I asked.
"No, I can see it." Zhou Chen said, "In this world, there will be no second person who is willing to put himself in danger."
"But you also came to save me." I looked up at him, "Are you trying to push me back to him by saying this?"
Zhou Chen didn't answer this question right away. After a while, he looked down at me and said, "It's not that I think, it's that I'm afraid."
"I'm afraid you will find out that he actually loves you, and is even willing to give up his former self for you, and learn to treat you well."
He stroked my temples.
"Although I said I won't let you go again, I won't give you freedom, but if you..."
He seemed to be unable to continue, so I completed the remaining half of the sentence for him in my heart.
— If you want to start over with him, I will give it to you.
"Liar." I grabbed his arm with my uninjured hand, still not relieved, took his hand and bit it hard, "You say you love me forever, you say you won't leave me again, liar .”
Zhou Chen was bitten inexplicably and remained silent, but his expression was obviously a little dazed.
After biting, I began to regret it again. It seemed that I was too hard, and the tooth marks were so deep...
Will he think I'm arrogant... I was worried, and rubbed my teeth marks with my lips, whispering sorry.
Thinking back on his words carefully, the alienation and avoidance of these days suddenly had an explanation. After reacting, I began to blame myself for my slowness.
If Zhou Chen's ex was lying in the hospital today, and he would visit him every day, I'd be mad with jealousy by now.
No, just thinking of the word "predecessor" makes me so sour that I can't stand it for a moment.
And I didn't realize that he might be jealous at all, so it's fine if I don't take the initiative to explain, and I still bite him.
i suck...
I am an unqualified lover.
Lover... This novel and intimate title made me feel embarrassed again.
So while I was at a loss, I blushed and looked like a stupid quail.
No, why am I so stupid...
Is Zhou Chen blind...
"What are you thinking?"
He pinched my lips with his index finger and thumb, and I changed from a quail to a duck again.
Fortunately, he only squeezed once and then let go. I was even more ashamed by such a sudden intimacy, and I blushed and couldn't say a word.
But he still looked at me so deeply that I had nowhere to hide from his gaze.
In the end, I buried my head back in self-defeating, and said: "Where I am not doing well, you tell me...don't push me away, don't want me."
"I went to see Qi Shu because of guilt and worry, and I didn't mean to revive old feelings."
"I know I was wrong, please forgive me."
The feeling of being so willing to coax someone is also very novel.
Everything is novel.
That's what love is like.
Quail is good, flat-billed duck is good, cats and dogs are good.
I would turn my soft belly over to show him and let him caress where I'm most vulnerable.
He is also willing to put away his minions, and replace the bullets in the shotgun with roses, and the iron cage with a castle.
People call this kind of tender feeding love.
Speaking of roses.
"I brought you flowers that day and picked the best roses in the garden. I want to tell you that I miss you and like you very much. If you want, I want to send you flowers every day in the future."
The heartbeat in the ear seems to be chaotic.
Zhou Chen lowered his head, touched mine with the tip of his nose, and said, "Pick flowers from my garden and give them to me. Why are you so shrewd?"
My face became hot, and before I could figure out how to quibble, I heard him say, "I am willing."
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