twenty one
It was almost eight o'clock after dinner.
Zhou Jun and Tan Qin said that they had to go back to Hangzhou in the evening, so the two old men did not keep them any longer. They sent the three of them to the gate of the courtyard and watched them leave the alley.
Meng Shuyu still held Zhou Jun's arm as she did when they came, but her mood became heavier.
She originally thought that Zhou Jun had just been gloriously wounded for her, and she couldn't just refuse to help. The two old people were not Zhou Jun's blood grandparents anyway, and Tan Qin was there on this trip, so she could just treat it as a social occasion.
Of course, this was actually true. Maybe Zhou Jun had informed her grandparents in advance, so the two old people never asked about the details of her relationship with Zhou Jun. They just chatted about family matters at the dinner table and did not put any pressure on her.
It was she who was wrong.
She felt unsatisfied ever since Zhou Jun tied an apron for her in the kitchen.
After leaving the alley, with no more concerned gazes behind him, Meng Shuyu immediately let go of Zhou Jun's arm.
Zhou Jun looked down at her quickly spreading hands, then looked up at her.
“… Now that I’m in Nanhuai, I might as well go back home. I won’t go back to Hangzhou with you guys tonight.” Meng Shuyu explained.
Zhou Jun seemed to think it was reasonable and nodded: "Okay, I'll take you there."
"No, it's not even eight o'clock yet. I can just take a taxi to the subway station."
"Does that mean I have to reimburse you later?" Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows.
Meng Shuyu looked at Zhou Jun's disapproving expression and said, "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Mr. Zhou."
Tan Qin glanced at the two of them and opened the passenger door.
Meng Shuyu stepped forward to stop him: "Tan Bu, I'll sit in the front."
"Hey, I'm not such a tactless person."
"You're joking. What's this about having good eyesight? Don't you know it's fake?" Meng Shuyu laughed and glanced at Zhou Jun.
Zhou Jun narrowed his eyes.
"I'll get off in a moment," Meng Shuyu opened the back door for Tan Qin, "You and Mr. Zhou will have to take a long ride, so it's more comfortable in the back."
Tan Qin looked at Zhou Jun and said "Oh" to Meng Shuyu: "Okay then."
Meng Shuyu sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Zhou Jun through the rearview mirror. Seeing his unfriendly eyes cast on her back, she lowered her head in confusion.
Tan Qin in the back seat glanced at Zhou Jun and mouthed to him: What's going on
At half past eight, Meng Shuyu got off the car near Chen Xing's house and said goodbye to Zhou Jun and Tan Qin.
Just now, when Ren Xu asked her where she was going, she directly gave an address without explaining that she was not going home but wanted to spend the night at Chen Xing's house.
After knocking on Chen Xing's apartment door, Meng Shuyu rushed over as soon as he saw her: "Xing—your sister is in trouble!"
Chen Xing pulled her away in confusion and looked her up and down: "What happened? Did you have a car accident at her grandparents' place?"
"No, the car was going too fast!" Meng Shuyu changed into slippers as if he was familiar with the place, closed the door and went in, then poured himself a glass of water to calm himself down.
"Who's driving?"
Meng Shuyu touched his waist which still felt itchy: "Zhou Jun... "
"he?"
Meng Shuyu put down the cup, turned Chen Xing around, and hugged her waist from behind in a lewd manner, his voice getting softer and softer: "He did this to me..."
Chen Xing turned her head away in shock, laughing so hard that her body shook. She pulled him in front of the full-length mirror and said, "Meng Shuyu, look at your expression now, like a young girl in love. Does it look like the way you always told me that you were in love?"
Meng Shuyu held her face in front of the mirror and said, "Isn't it the same thing I did with him just now?"
"Shall I ask for you?"
"… "
Meng Shuyu left the mirror with a bitter face, pulled over the lazy sofa in the living room, and nestled in it like an ostrich: "Why am I so obvious..."
"Then I noticed that you had feelings for him a long time ago, but you were still refusing to admit it before."
"Can't I admit it now?" Meng Shuyu pouted, "Please help me think of what to do."
"What should we do? We are in love, what do you say we should do?"
"You know how short the shelf life of 'mutual affection' is with me!"
"Oh, is this the 'trouble' you just mentioned?"
"Isn't it just a problem? He's my boss. If I can't get along with him anymore..."
"Stop, stop, stop," Chen Xing gestured to stop, "You two just started to show signs of mutual affection, and you've already thought of how to dump her?"
"Have you forgotten the study we conducted about unrequited love more than a month ago?" Meng Shuyu was so worried about this that he didn't even have a good dinner today. "How big of a heart do I have to have to not think about anything and just dive in? I have to think long-term."
"Then didn't we also find information that this unrequited love is just an internet rumor, and there is no scientific conclusion in medicine yet? You are not necessarily right." Chen Xing slapped herself lightly, "I wouldn't have said that to you if I had known."
"Oh right," Chen Xing remembered something, "Doesn't unrequited love mean that if two people are in love, they will feel sick? Think back, did you feel sick when he hugged you?"
"It would be fine if you didn't mention it. Now that I recall it, I remember that he not only hugged me, but also said that he wanted to 'accompany his girlfriend'. Later, he stayed with me in the kitchen..." Meng Shuyu's mouth curled up slowly, and then suddenly retracted, "Oh, I'm getting off topic. You asked if it's disgusting, right? Do you think being so nervous that you feel dizzy is disgusting?"
Chen Xing grabbed a pillow and threw it over.
Meng Shuyu dodged swiftly.
"You have starry eyes. I think you are not sick. I am the one who is sick because I am eager to eat dog food!"
"Okay, okay, no more jokes," Meng Shuyu sat up straight, "Seriously, I think I have to learn a lesson this time and not act rashly. How about observing myself for a while and seeing if I will behave the same way as before..."
"You're just short of writing the words 'This person has fallen' on his face. How can we observe him?"
"This is the crux of the matter," Meng Shuyu clenched his fists. "He must think he has me down if I just hit him like this. If I suddenly become abnormal, won't I be completely finished?"
"So you decided?"
"I decided—" Meng Shuyu hesitated for a moment, "Try to stay calm and restrain him for a while."
The next night, Meng Shuyu took the high-speed rail back to Hangzhou by himself.
I received a message from Ren Xu before going to bed. I heard that Zhou Jun would go to the hospital to remove the stitches early tomorrow morning and would not go to the company in the morning.
Meng Shuyu paused halfway through typing "Then I'll go with him."
I had just decided to stay calm and reserved, but now I'm acting too serious.
But if you completely ignore it, it will seem suspicious.
Meng Shuyu typed back and forth for a long time, and finally sent this message: OK, I will arrange tomorrow's work, you can let Mr. Zhou go without worry. I found an article about precautions after removing stitches from trauma, remember to read it and take good care of Mr. Zhou.
—I know when to advance and when to retreat, and I know when to move. I just regret that WeChat chats don’t have a like function, so I can’t get a like for my own words.
After Meng Shuyu replied to the message, he lay down in bed with satisfaction and put down his phone.
Five minutes later, he took his phone from the bedside table, opened the search engine, and typed in—
Is anesthesia required for stitch removal
Will it be painful to remove the stitches
Which is more painful, stitches or sutures
The next Monday morning.
Because Zhou Jun was not there, Meng Shuyu did not sit in his office cubicle, but was busy at the general manager's office.
She had been worried early in the morning about whether Zhou Jun was doing well or not - after all, she had looked up information last night that said it was not certain that the stitches could be removed on time, and she had to wait for the doctor to confirm the wound's recovery.
But later, when there were too many things to do and more than a dozen message boxes were flashing on the computer screen at the same time, she no longer had the time to think about anything else.
The busy morning passed in the blink of an eye, and when it was time for lunch, Tang Xuanxuan and Feng Yiming came over and asked her to eat together.
Meng Shuyu raised his head from a pile of documents and waved his hand to let them go first: "I'll go later. Let's talk after I'm done."
"There won't be any food left in a while. How about Yiming and I pack some for you and leave it in the cafeteria?"
Meng Shuyu nodded, thanked him, and lowered his head again.
Tang Xuanxuan and Feng Yiming walked a few steps and then turned back: "Oh, by the way, Sister Shuyu, do you want to save some food for Mr. Zhou?"
Meng Shuyu finally came to his senses from his dizziness: "You guys go to the cafeteria first, I'll ask."
"okay."
After Tang Xuanxuan and Feng Yiming appeared in the general manager's office, the entire eighth floor was deserted.
It was so quiet that I could hear the slight noise of the computer fan running.
Meng Shuyu called Ren Xu to ask about Zhou Jun's situation. He heard that Zhou Jun had finished removing his stitches a long time ago, and he didn't return to the company because he had an appointment with someone from the negotiation department to discuss something and have dinner with them. However, he will soon be at the company.
Meng Shuyu felt relieved, sent a message to Tang Xuanxuan, and continued to work on the task at hand.
A quarter of an hour later, the situation was almost resolved. Meng Shuyu stood up, moved his cervical spine, and slowly stretched his body.
Halfway through, I suddenly heard Tan Qin's voice coming from the corridor: "This is not a long-term solution, or else the fake play will become real. Moridao does not prohibit office romance."
Meng Shuyu's ears moved and his stretch was stuck.
Zhou Jun's voice followed: "If you knew the relationship between her and Jian Cheng, you wouldn't have come up with such a bad idea."
"Jian Cheng? Oh, your high school classmate, what kind of relationship, ex?"
"almost."
"Then why were you so concerned about saving someone in the nightclub that day?"
"I owed her one at the hospital before."
As the footsteps approached, Meng Shuyu subconsciously bent down and hid behind the desk.
"They're helping you again this time, so you have one more debt to pay back."
Zhou Jun sighed softly: "Who said it wasn't?"
The two passed by Meng Shuyu's door and entered the office opposite.
The door closed and the conversation came to an abrupt end.
Meng Shuyu hid under the desk, blinking twice in a daze, trying to digest the words he had just heard.
bad idea.
I owe her one.
Who says it isn't.
If she hadn't heard this, Meng Shuyu would have almost forgotten that when she was acting with Zhou Jun in the hospital and was seen by Jian Cheng, and she blamed Zhou Jun for bringing bad luck to her, Zhou Jun did say "I owe you one".
So, this heroic act of saving the beauty was just him keeping his promise and repaying her for that one favor
He wasn't attracted to her because she was popular with both men and women as Chen Xing said. He was just making a rational choice to return the favor
And now, he was troubled by the fact that he owed her again and had to pay off his debt again.
Meng Shuyu squatted on the ground, and laughed angrily as he thought about it.
What she meant was that the pink bubbles these days were all her wishful thinking, all her own intracranial orgasm.
She was still worried, wondering what she would do if she changed her mind again quickly.
As a result, no one would give her the chance to dump him.
Because he doesn't like her at all, all he has in his mind is to pay back the debts he owes!
Did Meng Shuyu ask him to pay back this debt
Why did Meng Shuyu have such a "bad idea" towards him? !
Feeling a piercing numbness under his feet, Meng Shuyu slowly stood up from the ground while whimpering softly. He glanced diagonally across the room and took a deep breath.
Zhou Jun, you wait.
The author has something to say: Zhou Jun: Wait obediently.