Love, Expired

Chapter 90: Spoiler

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Zhou Hao went out early in the morning, the sun was not too bad, and the vegetable market was open. Vegetables, eggs, fish, and live seafood were all fresh. In the noisy vegetable market, there are mostly elderly ladies, holding a handful of scallions in their hands, and bargaining with others, their high-pitched voices can be heard from far away.

After shopping around for a couple of times, Zhou Hao's left and right hands were covered with plastic bags of vegetables, vegetarian, meat, flying in the sky, running on the ground... all of them. Judging by his posture, he is about to move the whole vegetable farm home.

He walked all the way, thinking about the lunch menu in his mind, counting seven or eight dishes, and thinking about the taste of those two, Xiao Sun likes sweet and sour, Jiang Yuqian can't eat spicy.

Before he started to think about it, he had already taken the elevator and walked to the door of the house.

On the table was Jiang Yuqian's breakfast, a ham and egg sandwich, a bowl of cold porridge, and the pickles were fried by that person last night.

Zhou Hao took the bought vegetables to the kitchen, changed the bag of water for the live fish in the plastic bag, washed his hands, and sat down at the dining table to have breakfast.

Before taking a few bites, Jiang Yuqian called.

"Has he come?" Dai Mumu seemed more anxious than him.

Zhou Hao picked up the bowl and took another sip, "Not yet."

"Did he say when to come?"

"No, he said he would come. I'm having breakfast, that's it, hang up."

Since last night, Jiang Yuqian mentioned Sun Yiwen in eight out of ten sentences. He first pretended to throw a bait and waited for Zhou Hao to take the bait, but Zhou Hao knew what Du Mumu was up to with a glance.

Therefore, Zhou Hao can always easily stop him, no matter how Du Mumu changes his words.

It's like Jiang Yuqian said casually, "Let's buy some crayfish tomorrow. What flavor do you think it is, garlic or spicy? Which flavor does Sun Yiwen like?"

Zhou Hao just wanted to sleep, so he said perfunctorily, "It's spicy."

"Sun Yiwen likes spicy food? You remember it clearly. Then do you cook spicy crayfish?"

"Well," Zhou Hao closed his eyes and snorted, his voice was cloudy, "Burn."

The dumb guy said again, "But I can't eat spicy food."

Zhou Hao hit the man's thigh with his butt, "It's fine if you don't eat, just close your eyes and go to sleep, what time is it!"

In the end, I had no choice but to go to sleep, but the smell of vinegar in the room was too strong.

At half past eight, Xiao Sun didn't arrive, but Jiang Yuqian came back early. He took off his suit, loosened his tie, and went straight into the kitchen.

"Why are you back at this time?" Zhou Hao raised his head to take a look, then turned around again.

"There's nothing wrong with the company, I'll be back."

Zhou Hao was still cooking, without turning his head, he said, "I've never seen you running home so diligently before."

"I just want to stay home today."

Zhou Hao raised one eyebrow, "You came back to investigate the post, right, Jiang Yuqian, why are you so small-minded?"

"What are you talking about, the kitchen is too hot, I went out."

Before eleven o'clock, Sun Yiwen came over with some fruit in his hand.

Zhou Hao threw the spatula to Jiang Yuqian, and pushed him into the kitchen, "Look at the vegetables in the pot, don't let the green peppers turn yellow." Then he untied the apron, and fastened it on him casually.

Du Mumu still wanted to say a few words, but the little lunatic lifted his foot and disappeared.

Sun Yiwen was standing in the living room of his house. Seeing Zhou Hao coming out of the kitchen, he bared his white teeth and smiled.

"Sit down." Zhou Hao raised his hand and pointed to the sofa.

Sun Yiwen put his hands on his thighs neatly, leaned his whole body forward slightly, looked around cautiously, and said, "It's good, it's good."

Zhou Hao sat down next to him, leaned over to pick up the remote control on the coffee table, and tuned a TV program casually.

The exaggerated and monotonous dialogues of the characters crashed out of the LCD screen, and Xiao Sun looked straight ahead, unable to look at Zhou Hao at all. There was some embarrassment between the two of them.

At this moment, Jiang Yuqian came out of the kitchen and said sullenly, "It's time to eat."

Those two people looked at each other, and smiled tacitly, as if they had already noticed the bluntness just now.

With such a casual smile, Jiang Yuqian saw that he was not so happy, he turned back to the kitchen with his long legs, and put the food on the table one by one, with a serious expression and no smile.

The three of them sat at a rectangular table, Jiang Yuqian sat on the wide side, Zhou Hao and Xiao Sun sat on the long side.

Xiaosun just picks the vegetables around him and eats them with chopsticks, and he doesn't have enough dishes that are further away. Zhou Hao saw his restraint, and forked him a large piece of sweet and sour meat. This is his favorite sweet and sour taste.

Xiao Sun tilted his head and smiled subtly. Zhou Hao liked to see this man smile, so he directly brought the plate to him and shouted, "Eat more."

Dumbudu didn't say a word, and imitated Xiao Sun's restrained appearance, just eating the two dishes in front of him. How could Zhou Hao take care of him

What depressed Mu Mu the most was that the crayfish was still made with a spicy taste.

After dinner, Zhou Hao watched TV with Xiao Sun, the previous embarrassment eased, and the conversation between the two became more intimate. It should be like this, they have shared joys and sorrows before, and now there are too many things to talk about and remember.

Xiaosun still had the quiet and introverted personality in the past, he didn't like to make publicity, and said few words, and it was an unintentional sentence. Only then did Zhou Hao know that Xiaosun's career was booming. Last year's salary plus bonus, he could get more than one million yuan. In the past few years, I have made a lot of money in securities companies. He bought the house with the down payment, sold the original house, and returned the house money to Ou Yi.

Speaking of this, Zhou Hao clearly saw a new life after liberation on this man's face.

It trickles into the sea, grows from nothing, grows from a young age, is as gentle as water but tenacious in every way, and lives the rest of his life beautifully quietly.

As for him, he tried to recall that Xiaosun once came to him as a victim, but he never complained about life to him. On the contrary, this beautiful man knew how to please life, and even tried to make this This skill was passed on to him.

Zhou Hao turned his eyes to the LCD screen, any words of exclamation seemed too false, he wanted to keep every skill he had acquired from his little grandson in his heart.

Remember to be clear and honest.

"Would you like tea?" Jiang Yuqian appeared abruptly.

Zhou Hao first glanced at Jiang Yuqian, then at Xiaosun, who said politely, "Okay, thank you."

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Hao also said, "Okay, thank you."

Of course Jiang Yuqian didn't know that the little lunatic was overly shocked at the moment, and he obviously hadn't recovered yet, so he said jealously, "I didn't ask you."

In order to silently protest his neglect, Jiang Yuqian really only made a cup of tea. He served it to his guest, Sun Yiwen, and sat on the sofa himself.

"It's too hot to drink tea in summer." Zhou Hao started talking.

Sun Yiwen gently blew on the tea noodles, "I ate so well at noon, just to scrape off the oil."

Jiang Yuqian held the remote control in his hand, and kept pressing the right button. The TV programs switched one after another. In the limited living room space, there were noisy noises of different frequencies and timbres. Especially at noon, when people are dozing off, anyone would be annoyed to hear it.

"Jiang Yuqian, what are you doing!" Zhou Hao couldn't stand it anymore.

Jiang Yuqian was still switching channels in his hand, and said solemnly, "Tune to a good TV."

"Okay, don't adjust, just watch this."

Jiang Yuqian didn't answer him, but turned to talk to Sun Yiwen, "Do you want to eat fruit?"

Sun Yiwen also smelled the man's jealousy, with an unconscious smile on his lips, he put down his glass and stood up, "I won't eat the fruit, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

"Sit for a while longer," Zhou Hao said.

Sun Yiwen refused kindly, "I won't be sitting today, and I'll come for dinner next time."

Zhou Hao also stood up and sent Xiao Sun to the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, he remembered that he forgot to give Xiao Sun the specialty coffee beans. He hurried back to the house without changing his shoes, and picked up a box of things he had prepared earlier.

Fortunately, after chasing downstairs, Xiao Sun just walked a few steps.

"I forgot to give you something." Zhou Hao was a little out of breath, because he ran in a hurry just now.

Sun Yiwen stood still and took the box, "Old Zhou, thank you for the special products you brought."

Zhou Hao subconsciously wanted to rub Xiao Sun's hair, just like he did many years ago, but the moment he stretched out his hand, he immediately suppressed this thought in his head. In the end, the hand that couldn't end had no choice but to touch his own head.

He rubbed his head and said embarrassedly, "Thank you for telling me, we are all family."

Sun Yiwen smiled suddenly. The smile like spring flowers and autumn moon is in sharp contrast with the scorching sun at noon in summer.

"Old Zhou, it's too hot outside, go back quickly."

"I'll go back tomorrow and bring my grandparents here. When you settle down, you come too. Let's have dinner together."

"Okay, I'll definitely come. Don't just stand there, go back."

Zhou Hao beckoned to him, stepped back slowly, and retreated to a shaded place. He looked at the back from afar and gradually disappeared from his vision. He picked up his steps and trotted home.

"Did you give me anything?" Zhou Hao was bending over to change his shoes, when the man on the sofa asked quietly.

"Yes, pour me a glass of water, it's so hot outside." Zhou Hao raised his short sleeves one after another, trying to fan some wind.

In half a minute, Jiang Yuqian handed him the water, and he drank it all with a tilt of his head. After drinking and wiping his mouth, he didn't recognize anyone, and nodded to Jiang Yuqian's chest, "The mind is as small as the tip of a needle."

Dumb didn't even talk back, just grabbed the little lunatic and walked into the room, euphemistically called "digestion exercise".

This afternoon was spent amid Zhou Hao's crying and howling.