Fortunately, Qiu Yanzhi's brain responded quickly.
Seeing He Zhou, he immediately introduced with a smile: "Sister Nurse, this is my husband. We just got married yesterday, so handsome, right?"
The little nurse felt embarrassed when she saw He Zhou. Seeing what Qiu Yanzhi said, she immediately echoed: "Yes, it's quite handsome, you both look a good match, and I wish you a happy wedding!"
After the little nurse changed Qiu Yanzhi's medicine, she went out quickly.
He Zhou glanced at Qiu Yanzhi, his tone was flat: "Why didn't I see you being so eloquent before."
Qiu Yanzhi smiled and said, "I'm very happy that Mr. He is finally willing to start getting to know me."
He Zhou looked at Qiu Yanzhi's smiling eyes, and looked away unconsciously.
Why does this person say something like this... Nasty.
Qiu Yanzhi insisted on going home to rest after a few days in the hospital.
Not for anything else.
I just wanted to live with He Zhou and Meng Qikang.
One is simply to make the game exciting.
The second is to see how far these two people have developed.
And, can He Zhou still want it
To be honest, even if Qiu Yanzhi liked He Zhou's face again, he would not be able to accept sharing a man with others.
Even if only in the game.
However, since he was injured, He Zhou's attitude towards him has eased a lot. If this situation continues, the role of He Zhou should still be a good strategy.
However.
This kind of thinking was shattered on the first day Qiu Yanzhi returned home.
Qiu Yanzhi did not discuss with He Zhou about his discharge from the hospital.
So that when He Zhou came back from get off work and saw Qiu Yanzhi sitting at the dining table, he was stunned for a moment.
He frowned slightly: "Why are you back?"
"I don't like the smell of the hospital, so I decided to recuperate at home." Qiu Yanzhi glanced at the rich dishes in front of him, looked up at He Zhou, and said with a smile, "Would you like to have dinner together?"
"No, I ate outside." He Zhou took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. He turned around and was about to say something else when his eyes suddenly froze.
Meng Qikang was walking out of the kitchen.
He wrapped an apron and brought a bowl of hot soup on the table in front of Qiu Yanzhi.
"Brother Qi Kang?" He Zhou was stunned, "Why are you here?"
Meng Qikang seemed to be tired. He pressed his wrist and said warmly, "Yanzhi is resting at home and needs nursing care. I happened to be a doctor, so I came over to help."
He Zhou's brows furrowed when he heard the words: "You made all these meals?"
"Huh? I..." Meng Qikang was interrupted by He Zhou before he could finish speaking.
He Zhou took two quick steps, reached out to hold his arm, and turned his wrist over.
Meng Qikang's fair wrist had a small area on the inside, which was red from the burn.
Meng Qikang glanced at Qiu Yanzhi, who was staring straight at them, feeling a little uncomfortable, he wanted to take his hand away, but he couldn't: "... the soup is too hot... but it's not serious, you loosen it first. , let go..."
Without a word, He Zhou dragged him to the bathroom to wash his wrists with cold water, then pressed him on the seat, took the medical kit, and carefully helped Meng Qikang apply the scalding ointment.
He did these things for about half an hour without even looking at Qiu Yanzhi, until he helped Meng Qikang put the ointment on, then he looked at Qiu Yanzhi with a cold tone: "Qiu Yanzhi, come here, I have something to tell you. ."
Qiu Yanzhi put down his chopsticks and said with a half-smile, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
He Zhou held Qiu Yanzhi's wrist tightly, almost forcibly pulling him to the room on the second floor. He walked so fast that Qiu Yanzhi stumbled behind him.
When He Zhou let go of his hand, Qiu Yanzhi's wrist had distinct fingerprints.
Since the sunset light incident, Qiu Yanzhi has reduced the pain level by 70% on weekdays in order to prevent accidents. Even so, he still feels wrist pain.
He Zhou slammed the door shut.
His eyes stared straight at Qiu Yanzhi, and his tone was cold: "What are you trying to do?"
Qiu Yanzhi lowered his eyelids, and his voice was cold and clear: "Don't you like it? I thought you liked him very much, and you would be happy to see him."
He Zhou: "He is not your servant. He has no obligation to take care of you or cook for you."
Qiu Yanzhi: "I feel bad? Or are you blaming me for putting him in the kitchen instead of your bed?"
He Zhou turned blue angrily, and gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are sick. I will send him away now, and you are not allowed to contact him in the future."
Qiu Yanzhi's tone was calm: "Did you send him away and bring him back? Are you going to sleep with him tonight?"
He Zhou stared at Qiu Yanzhi coldly for a while before saying, "It has nothing to do with you."
Qiu Yanzhi closed his eyes and maintained the character setting in the end. His voice was harsh: "Don't go. Don't stay with him tonight... Please."
His answer was a loud slamming of the door.
The room was silent for a moment.
Qiu Yanzhi sighed deeply.
He leaned back and fell on the big bed.
Rhubarb fluttered his wings and appeared in front of him.
It hesitated for a while before saying: "You are in a strange state today..."
Qiu Yanzhi lit a cigarette and took a breath.
The smoke slowly dissipated.
Qiu Yanzhi closed his eyes a little tiredly, and his voice was a little hazy: "Da Huang."
"I'm going to die of fucking pain when I help Hezhou block the chandelier."
"When I was about to faint from the pain, there was only one thought in my mind."
"I have suffered so much, and I must get He Zhou, otherwise it will be a big loss."
"That's why when I see He Zhou still acting like this, I feel very upset."
Da Huang tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "I see, as the little prince said, it is because you spend a lot of time on your roses that your roses become so important. Hezhou is you. that rose, you love him."
Qiu Yanzhi was in a bad mood at first, but when he heard Da Huang say this, he almost laughed angrily, he shoved the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray: "Love your mother, He Zhou is not a real person, I haven't Crazy."
Da Huangdao: "What's wrong with not being a real person? You don't deserve to be liked if you are not a real person, you know? We game developers have said that our game focuses on love to arouse people's passion for love, so that everyone can Have an unforgettable and wonderful love experience. Our game is so realistic and He Zhou is so good, maybe you will really like him in the future."
Qiu Yanzhi stretched, sat up from the bed, and walked out the door, thinking of Da Huang's naive remarks, he couldn't help but want to laugh: "Come on, I won't like him even if I like dogs. "
Meng Qikang was sitting in a daze at the dining table when he heard footsteps. He stood up and turned to look. He saw that only He Zhou had come down.
He Zhou didn't answer, and said to Meng Qikang, "You eat first. After dinner, I'll take you back."
Meng Qikang hesitated for a moment, and said to He Zhou, "Actually, I can be here, and I can take care of Yanzhi."
"I can't." He Zhou put his hand on Meng Qikang's shoulder and pressed him on the seat, "You eat first."
How could Meng Qikang have a good meal? He quickly ate some randomly, but almost choked. He hurriedly took the soup bowl to drink the soup, but as soon as he took a sip, his whole face wrinkled.
He Zhou took a cup and poured him a glass of water, handed it to him, and said gently, "Eat slowly, don't worry."
Meng Qikang grabbed the water and drank it, which made him feel better.
"I knew I wouldn't heat the soup just now." Meng Qikang had just been scalded, and now his tongue still hurts.
He Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Heating?"
Meng Qikang took the paper towel and wiped his mouth: "The servant made the meal early, and said that in order to wait for you to not start, the food is cold, and the vegetables are cold, so I thought that the soup should not be cold at least, so I made it myself. Take it and get it hot."
He Zhou was slightly startled.
… This meal was not cooked by Qi Kang, the envoy of Qiu Yanzhi.
He looked upstairs.
He happened to see Qiu Yanzhi standing by the armrest on the second floor, staring at his hand that took Meng Qikang's water cup.
Then Qiu Yanzhi's eyes slowly moved to He Zhou's face. When the two made eye contact, Qiu Yanzhi turned around and slammed the door shut.
When He Zhou sent Meng Qikang out, he found that it was raining again.
The night was already dark, and the raindrops fell on the ground, splashing groups of bright white circles.
The sound is also nice.
Tick tock, constituted the only sound between the two.
"...Yanzhi seems to like you very much."
Meng Qikang said suddenly.
He Zhou's act of fastening his seat belt paused.
Then he lowered his eyebrows and snapped his seat belt: "It has nothing to do with me."
Meng Qikang looked out the window: "Then why did you marry him?"
"If I don't marry him..." He Zhou paused and looked at Meng Qikang, "I propose to you, will you agree?"
Meng Qikang was stunned.
He opened his mouth, but hesitated.
He Zhou looked at the road ahead, stepped on the accelerator, and accelerated.
He Zhou has liked Meng Qikang since he was a child.
But Meng Qikang didn't like him.
But this is not the main reason why he married Qiu Yanzhi.
same.
The company needs funds and is "caught in bed" by the elders.
It is not the main reason why he married Qiu Yanzhi.
Since Qiu Yanzhi appeared.
He did a lot of things that he couldn't help himself, and he also made a lot of decisions with unknown motives.
Most of the behavior is like walking on the road and suddenly grabbing a leaf, inexplicable and natural.
It's like... being controlled.
This made him hate Qiu Yanzhi even more.
The disgust for Qiu Yanzhi was clearly a foregone conclusion from the first encounter.
But when he thought of the blood on Qiu Yanzhi's head when the chandelier fell, and the cold eyes of the man standing on the second floor just now.
He Zhou felt more and more upset.
He pursed his lips and stepped on the accelerator, faster and faster.
At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly appeared in his ears. He Zhou turned his head to look at the intersection on the left, and saw a large truck driving towards him in the overwhelming dazzling white light!
He Zhou's pupils suddenly shrank, he hurriedly stepped on the brakes, his whole body was trembling, he only felt that the whole world was blurred and silent.
Memories from years ago flooded into my brain.
On a pouring rainy night, whistles, collisions, cries.
The driver screamed in horror.
Father and mother, who threw themselves at each other when the accident came, hugged each other deeply in the last moments before they died.
When they were about to die, they faintly called each other's names.
They are a loving couple who have been in the newspapers.
He was the only one, He Zhou, with blood all over his head, sitting on the side alone, from awake to coma, from beginning to end, like an abandoned orphan.
The time Qiu Yanzhi helped him block the chandelier.
was the only time he was in an accident.
Someone saw him.
Someone hugged him.
"He Zhou..." A soft voice called to him.
He Zhou trembled and lifted his face from the steering wheel.
The big truck just didn't hit them.
Even if he stepped on the brakes suddenly, he was protected by a seat belt, and he was not injured.
But He Zhou was still trembling all over his body.
He unfastened his seatbelt, opened the door, and fled in a hurry, leaning on the door, leaning down, gasping for breath.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the pouring rain poured on him, dripping down his hair and cheeks.
Meng Qikang also got out of the car in a hurry, took out an umbrella, and propped it on top of He Zhou's head.
After about a few minutes, He Zhou's breathing gradually calmed down.
"Have you not taken medicine during this time?" Meng Qikang asked.
He Zhou wiped the rain off his face and shook his head.
Meng Qikang opened the car door to sit on the driver's seat: "I'll drive and take you to the hospital."
He Zhou raised his brow with one hand and blocked Meng Qikang's arm with the other: "I don't need to go to the hospital, I'm fine."
Meng Qikang stared at Hezhou for a while, and finally sighed and took a step back: "Then I'll drive."
"No." He Zhou said, "I can do it myself."
"But since that incident you..."
He Zhou interrupted him: "I can't drive all the time."
He Zhou quickly drove the car to Meng Qikang's apartment.
"Come up and take a shower and change your clothes." Meng Qikang said, "I'm soaking wet."
After He Zhou took a bath, Meng Qikang brought him the clothes he didn't wear and made him a cup of hot tea.
"You're looking a little bad, maybe you've caught a cold." Meng Qikang stretched out his hand to measure the temperature of Hezhou's forehead, "Why don't you stay with me tonight, I have medicine here, and the rain is getting heavier."
Just when Meng Qikang's hand was about to touch He Zhou's forehead, He Zhou grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
He Zhou released his wrist and took a step back.
"No." He Zhou said.
He paused, looked up at Meng Qikang, and said in a low voice.
"Brother Qi Kang, I'm married."
Until He Zhou turned to leave, Meng Qikang was still a little stunned.
The door was closed.
Make a loud noise.
Meng Qikang looked at the direction in which He Zhou was leaving, his expression lost.
He Zhou was actually a little tired, especially when he came out of the bathroom, he basically wanted to sleep there.
But suddenly I remembered Qiu Yanzhi's eyes and words before leaving.
Qiu Yanzhi begged him not to let him stay with Meng Qikang tonight.
For some reason, He Zhou felt a move in his heart and wanted to go home.
Qiu Yanzhi was still waiting for him at home.
And tonight, in order to wait for him, I heard that I didn't eat a single bite.
What does Qiu Yanzhi like to eat
When I was in the hospital, I complimented it several times, saying that the wontons there are delicious.
He Zhou turned around and turned to the hospital where the wontons were delicious.
When He Zhou walked to the door, he suddenly stopped.
Looking at the specially bought wontons, he remembered the words he said to Qiu Yanzhi when he left, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
When he thought that Qiu Yanzhi was waiting for him gloomily at home, if he saw the wontons, he would definitely be flattered, surprised and happy, and maybe he would have unnecessary fantasies about himself, which would be even more annoying.
But he raised the wonton above the trash can several times without throwing it away.
Finally, he sighed and opened the door.
Then.
He saw that his always clean and tidy living room had become a mess, with wine bottles and snacks scattered all over the floor.
A bunch of strangers are eating hot pot together.
A strange man in a dress shouted into the kitchen while drinking:
"Yanyan! The mutton is almost gone, I still want to eat mutton!!!"
"The wine is almost gone!"
"Zhang Yuxuan, come here to help, what kind of uncle are you sitting there!" Qiu Yanzhi laughed and scolded in the kitchen. He couldn't tell the slightest gloomy appearance, and he was even lively and cheerful.
He Zhou's face darkened.
Then, with a cold face, he held the shabby-looking wonton in his hand and hid it silently behind him.