Shen Yue directly touched the headset and contacted No. 14, "Don't wait for me, I'll be back tomorrow."
In the past, when Shen Yue gave orders to No. 14, No. 14 always had only one answer: OK.
There will be no other answer.
But this time, Shen Yue did not hear the familiar answer, but No. 14's slightly questioning question, "Where are you now? Do you need me to come over?"
Shen Yue glanced at Si Chengyou, who was gradually losing consciousness under the influence of alcohol, and replied, "No need to come over. You can eat the dumplings with A'man and Ace."
Shen Yue felt that No. 14 might have something else to say, but she cut off the connection before No. 14 could open his mouth.
Some words are better kept in the stomach than spoken out, but you and I both know it.
Shen Yue sat on the sofa in Si Chengyou's room and did not sleep all night.
I was also lucky enough to see Si Chengyou sobbing in his sleep.
Shen Yue also tried to think about sad things, preparing to cry to match the atmosphere, but she couldn't cry.
Since that time, she couldn't cry anymore. In Daniela's words, she might have cried all her tears when Martha died.
Now that I think about it, it must be true.
The smell of alcohol lingered on the tip of his nose, and the unconsciously calming sandalwood scent that Si Chengyou always carried on his body turned into a residual warmth that could only be felt if one deliberately searched for it.
…
At 8 o'clock in the morning, Si Chengyou opened his eyes on time. In an instant, his eyes met with Shen Yue who was not far away. The two looked at each other for two seconds, and they both understood what they meant.
Shen Yue understood that Si Chengyou was not going to use the excuse of amnesia after drinking to avoid what happened yesterday. Si Chengyou also understood that Shen Yue had seen his ugly behavior, but he was still skeptical for the time being.
Seeing Si Chengyou wake up, Shen Yue stood up as if nothing had happened, walked to the table, picked up the dumplings she had brought yesterday that had been wrapped but not yet put into the pot, and asked, "Do you want some dumplings, crab roe flavored."
Si Chengyou looked at the dumplings of various shapes in Shen Yue's hand and was stunned for a moment, "Did you make them?"
Shen Yue shook her head. "Ace wrapped it. He wrapped it beautifully."
Si Chengyou nodded and said, "Leave it there. I'll cook it later."
Shen Yue has a special talent in cooking, and he is not willing to be Shen Yue's culinary guinea pig, as long as the dumplings are not made by Shen Yue.
But Shen Yue was not satisfied with Si Chengyou's answer, "It's time to have breakfast now."
Si Chengyou looked at Shen Yue, was silent for a moment, and understood Shen Yue's hint.
He was still wearing the shirt he wore last night. There was dried blood on the left side of the shirt. He was wearing suit pants and even the slippers on his feet were still in good condition.
It can be seen that Shen Yue not only did not take advantage of others' misfortune, but did nothing at all.
But even so, Si Chengyou still felt a little uncomfortable. He tried hard not to let his expression change from usual, and said to Shen Yue, "I want to change my clothes. Can you go out first?"
Shen Yue agreed very straightforwardly, "Okay, I'll go cook the dumplings."
Shen Yue is going to cook dumplings.
When Si Chengyou realized this fact, he made the best choice at the moment, "Let me do it."