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To be honest, I don’t quite understand Zhuo Yang.
His actions, words and deeds all accurately and clearly stated one fact—he had been a little abnormal recently.
Or are all men mean? Don't tell me that after the divorce he found out that I was his only true love
hiss-
I shuddered at the thought of this possibility.
It's so ridiculous. Maybe one day I will quit this job and become a bloody and brainless screenwriter like Li Ruobing.
However, despite my countless emphasis on this, Zhuo Yang still came over every few days.
I was very dissatisfied with this, but Zhuoyang's reasons for coming every time were very clear and explicit.
He is here to guide the work.
It has nothing to do with me.
But-
Will the director eat all the cookies and snacks I brought to entertain the director and actors? And stare at me in front of everyone with a doting look of "Dear, don't make trouble" all day long...
Over time, I knew something was going to happen.
I have always been a low-key person.
But because of Zhuoyang, my low-key life was disrupted.
As Zhuo Yang came more and more often, not only the staff but even the director treated me with courtesy.
My colleagues who usually talked and laughed with me gradually left me, and I could even hear some unfamiliar assistants gossiping about the stories that Zhuo Yang and I had to tell in the tea room.
"You think Mr. Zhuo comes here so often? Could it be that he really has a crush on An Yue..."
"I don't know for sure... maybe Mr. Zhuo's taste has changed... and he has suddenly fallen in love with a horny type like An Yue..."
Yes, yes... In order to avoid what happened to Director Liu last time, I consciously or unconsciously mentioned the fact that I was divorced.
In this society, a man can still be prosperous after divorce, but it is different for a woman... it is like falling from heaven to hell.
I am well aware of this, so I will use it as an excuse when necessary.
"That's not right... Didn't Mr. Zhuo say he likes Hu Ling?"
"Ah... yes, yes... some time ago, I often heard Hu Ling coming in and out of Mr. Zhuo's house on the mountain... Oh, right... you don't know... that Hu Ling also caused Mr. Zhuo to divorce his wife..."
"Ha... No way... So mean... How did you know..."
"I also heard it from my cousin who works as a secretary for Mr. Zhuo... My cousin also said that Mr. Zhuo actually loves his wife very much... I heard that he still wears his wedding ring around his neck after the divorce?"
"Really... Ah... Such a loyal man is really great... I really envy his wife..."
"Ah... Me too, me too... I really want to know who his wife is... She is so lucky... to be loved by such a great man for the rest of her life..."
…
The gossip sounds gradually faded away, and I slowly walked out of the darkness.
There was no time to wipe away the black lines on my head, but I was even more puzzled. Have these girls watched too many TV dramas starring Li Ruobing
Zhuo Yang loves his wife
ha…
As the heroine of this story, how could I not know about it
However, speaking of what's around Zhuoyang's neck, I seem to have noticed that he didn't like to wear anything around his neck before, and he didn't even like to wear a ring on his hand.
But when did he wear something around his neck? Or was it a ring
I suddenly became a little curious.
Because of my curiosity, I looked at Zhuo Yang with a more inquiring look. But because it was winter, Zhuo Yang, even if he was cold-resistant, had to wear a shirt and a coat... For a moment, I couldn't tell what was under his neck...
"Miss An, do you have any questions?"
I found myself thinking so much that I was in a daze. I shook my head and gave a dry laugh.
"No, no... Nothing at all... Oh, by the way... Today's work is over... Can I go home now..."
"Wait..." Zhuo Yang packed his things and called me, "You have to go back with me today."
I guess the memory of that forced experience was not good, so much so that I was filled with panic towards the place where I had lived for seven years.
"Can I not go?"
I asked cautiously.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yang nodded, with a proud and indifferent look, "You don't have to go... But I still have to make it clear what I should say... Mrs. Chen sprained her foot..."
I'm confused.
Although I don't like to step into that place again, Mrs. Chen still takes good care of me.
Even my current job was found for me by Mrs. Chen.
She is old, her son is not doing well, and even if she is sick, there is no one to take care of her...
The more I thought about it, the more miserable I felt, so when I came to my senses, I was already in Zhuoyang's car.
"I'm just going to see Mrs. Chen."
"Yeah." Zhuo Yang's voice was hoarse and he spoke as little as usual.
"I'll leave after I finish reading it."
"Hmm... cough cough..." This time, Zhuo Yang coughed twice.
It was at this moment that I realized something was wrong with him. Zhuo Yang used to be a man who worked very hard. Other aspects of him were fine except that he was prone to catching minor colds.
Especially during the transition from spring to summer or when it is cold in winter.
Although I knew this was no longer my business, I couldn't help but feel an itch in my throat and blurted out, "Are you sick?"
The one who answered me was Zhuo Yang's cold voice.
"It's none of your business."
“…” I knew that my kindness was taken for granted!
When I arrived at Zhuoyang's house, I jumped out of the car and went to find Mrs. Chen.
It was similar to what Zhuo Yang said. Mrs. Chen was old after all, and she fell down the stairs. Her condition was so serious that she couldn't move for the past few days.
Seeing me coming over, Mrs. Chen was obviously a little surprised, but at the same time she understood something, "Did the master bully you again?"
Obviously, the last incident also left a lot of trauma on Mrs. Chen, especially when I limped to work the next day. I knew that these images undoubtedly gave Mrs. Chen a very bad impression.
I shook my head apologetically, "No... I just came to see you..."
Mrs. Chen seemed relieved. "I'm fine here... But Madam, how are you?"
I briefly talked about how busy I have been at work recently, and of course I also took the opportunity to praise Mrs. Chen's daughter-in-law Ding Wei, who is a very smart and strong woman.
It was obvious that Mrs. Chen really loved her daughter-in-law. When she saw me talking about how busy she was, she couldn't help but give her detailed instructions for a long time.
Don't forget your body, take some rest...
Mrs. Chen talked a lot, and finally she felt that she had said too much and stopped.
"Ma'am, am I saying too much?"
"Well..." I shook my head, "No... I will tell Ding Wei..."
In fact, I really envy Ding Wei, who has a mother-like person nagging behind her. I used to find my mother's nagging annoying, but it was not until I lost her that I realized how much I longed for her to nag in my ear again.
I chatted with Mrs. Chen for a long time, and I only came out when she fell asleep.
Not too late, around eight o'clock.
I guess I just said goodbye to Zhuo Yang and left.
But after searching for a long time, he finally found Zhuo Yang who was already asleep on the balcony of the bedroom upstairs.
"Really..."
Even though he had a cold, he still slept on the balcony without even a blanket.
I knew it was none of my business, but I still resigned myself to my fate and went to the bedroom to get a thick blanket for Zhuo Yang and put it on him.
"I'm not concerned about you... You said you don't care about my business... I'm just helping Ding Wei... If her most important partner dies... I might lose my job..."
I made many excuses for myself, but my hands gradually became gentler.
"If—I hadn't fallen in love with you back then... Would our lives be different... Perhaps, calling you brother-in-law would be good for the three of us..."
I sighed, seemingly talking to myself.
It’s really hard to look back on the past.
I really have to leave.
After covering myself with the blanket, I gave up the urge to wake Zhuoyang up and ask him to go to bed. I just turned around, but my hand was tightly held by the hand behind me.
"Zhuo Yang... this is not fun..."
I lowered my voice and turned around to find that Zhuo Yang was not awake. Not only that, but there seemed to be something wrong with him.
"Hey...are you okay?"
Of course something happened...
Zhuo Yang, this pretentious guy, actually has a high fever.
I was busy trying to reduce his fever and dragged him, who felt as heavy as a stone, to the bed. After tossing and turning all night, he finally calmed down.
I was exhausted.
What is this
Are you looking for something to do
I'm too tired to go home so late.
I thought Zhuo Yang would not do anything excessive to me since he was so weak, so I wrapped myself in a small blanket and prepared to lie on the sofa.
I just plan to take a short nap and leave before dawn.
But, probably because I was too sleepy, I actually slept until dawn.
I opened my eyes and found that I had been moved to the bed. The person who had obviously moved me to the bed was now looking at me intently with his chin propped up.
Zhuo Yang's face was still a little pale, but not as scary as it was last night.
I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat up.
"morning… "
Zhuo Yang ignored her, just let go and continued to lie on the bed.
"I... want to eat porridge..."
“I’ll ask someone to do it for you…” After saying that, I also thought of Mrs. Chen who was injured, but I didn’t want to continue taking care of Zhuo Yang at all.
"I'll order takeout for you."
I lifted the warm quilt and got out of bed.
But I felt my waist tighten. The man had already hugged my waist from behind. It seemed that he had not woken up yet in the early morning and was a little dazed. He rubbed my waist like a child, and his voice was so gentle that it seemed like water was about to drip out.
"But... I want to eat now... What should I do..."
"… "
Asshole! Is this person trying to act like a spoiled brat to me