The honey-colored sunset outside the window was getting lower and lower. Standing in front of the hospital bed, Cen Sen's figure was getting longer and longer.
Ji Mingshu was stunned for a few seconds, but when she recalled the meaning of Cen Sen's words, her heart that was hanging on the edge of the cliff was suddenly pulled back, and her cold hands and feet gradually returned to warmth.
But looking at Cen Sen's expression again, somehow he always felt that there was a sense of condescension and sarcasm.
She silently pulled up the quilt, trying to cover her head.
However, one hand was still on the drip, and the edge of the quilt tripped over the infusion tube, and then touched the needle. She failed to shrink back, and couldn't help but let out a soft hiss and gasp.
Cen Sen looked at her quietly, with a dull expression. Seeing that she hadn't managed to open the infusion tube for a long time, he stepped forward to pull the quilt away, stabilized the infusion stand, and then pressed the automatic lifting button unhurriedly, allowing the Her upper body can half sit up.
Cen Sen: "Eat something first."
Ji Mingshu followed his line of sight to look at the bedside table, only to find that there were thermos barrels and medical records on it.
She picked up the medical record and glanced at it. She couldn't understand the technical terms, but the three words "hypoglycemia" were still very clear.
"..."
So she was really hungry and dizzy, and she didn't think it was any more reasonable than cancer.
Ji Mingshu lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, then put down the tissue paper stiffly.
What a shame...
This ward is very large, and there is a floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view, but because of the silence of the two, the air seems to have become cramped and awkward.
Ji Mingshu is like a little baby who obediently admits his mistakes, with both hands resting on his flat stomach, gently picking at his nails, he never raised his head to meet Cen Sen's eyes the whole time.
But today, Cen Sen wasn't as impatient as usual, he raised the table on the bed, poured the porridge, and tested the temperature. He was only a step away from being a model husband by himself.
This is completely different from Ji Mingshu's imagination that when she woke up, he would answer the phone and go back to the company. For a while, he didn't dare to pick his nails, and he didn't dare to move.
"Drink a little, it's not hot."
Ji Mingshu nodded, swallowed a few mouthfuls with difficulty as if the porridge was poisonous, and quickly put down the spoon.
"Can't drink?"
"Hmm..." Ji Mingshu wanted to say, "Can you go out and stop staring at me", but the words turned into blunt rainbow fart, "This one tastes so-so, not as good as yours."
As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered that Cen Sen seemed to have never cooked porridge for her, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, when will I be discharged from the hospital?"
"It's just hypoglycemia, it's okay anytime."
"..."
It was this kind of mockery that seemed to be there, and the glass heart of Little Canary was broken.
Ji Mingshu's voice was hoarse on this side, and Cen Sen's other side also had a good skill of "I can keep silent if you don't speak, and it's best for everyone to stay silent until the end of time".
Ji Mingshu kept stirring the porridge, and suddenly suspected that this dog man was cutting flesh with a blunt knife, inflicting chronic torture on her.
But peeking at his expression, it doesn't look like him.
After going back and forth for a hundred and eighty rounds on the verge of an embarrassing cancer attack, Ji Mingshu had to admit that no matter what the man's original intentions were, she had already been tortured by this sudden patience.
She put down the spoon suddenly, and said in a high voice: "You...can you stop staring at me, I want to sleep again!"
Without waiting for Cen Sen's answer, and without daring to look at Cen Sen, she kicked the quilt with her hands and feet and hurriedly lay down.
The most terrible thing is that her face began to heat up uncontrollably, no matter how psychological hints are useless, the idea of "losing someone to death" continues to prevail, like a double-speed looping barrage, it doesn't matter if you open or close your eyes. stop.
When Cen Sen saw her red ears, his heart skipped a beat.
But it was only for a moment, and there was no room to think about it.
He packed up the porridge, left the ward, and closed the door again.
Ji Mingshu only held on for four or five seconds after hearing the sound of the door closing, and couldn't wait to turn around. Seeing that Cen Sen was still standing in front of the window, he curled up back very spinelessly.
Cen Sen suddenly smiled.
Zhou Jiaheng, who had been waiting outside the whole time, was a little surprised. When he looked up, the little smile on Cen Sen's face had disappeared again.
He walked out while checking the time, followed by a series of work arrangements, "Xingcheng is looking for a company to cooperate with the publicity department, and the branch company's publicity ability is not good, so it will have to change sooner or later."
Zhou Jiaheng: "Jiabo?"
"You arrange it." Cen Sen's voice was calm, "Rongjia Land's account is about to be collected, you can find a time to talk to their boss Chen. In addition, don't worry about the private contact between Wei Chengfeng and Huang Peng, and don't worry about it. It is not yet time for a few other people to interfere."
"yes."
Zhou Jiaheng followed him. Seeing that he had finished his official business, he wanted to ask something, but in the end he held back out of inertia of professional ethics.
In the ward, Ji Mingshu curled up on the bed motionless, replaying the sins he had done recently in front of Cen Sen in high-definition in his head, the more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt, he grabbed the pillow and vented silently a few times. Fell asleep.
This time I slept until eight o'clock in the evening, and the drip was finished.
The gentle lady nurse told her carefully while putting away the empty bottle: just after drinking water, it is best to eat something light to cushion the stomach, overeating and eating heavy oily and spicy food can easily cause gastrointestinal discomfort and so on.
Ji Mingshu nodded absently, still looking in the direction of the door.
Cen Sen, that doggy man, is gone forever? There wouldn't be anyone out there to pick her up, right
Watching the nurse as she left the ward, Ji Mingshu looked back in disappointment.
But in the next second, the door was pushed open again, and a few wisps of autumn night wind were brought in.
Cen Sen half leaned against the door, looked at her indifferently, and suddenly said, "Clean up, let's go home."
Ji Mingshu sat on the bed with his legs crossed, staring blankly at him as he approached step by step, his heart beat uncontrollably.
Unknowingly, it has entered late autumn, the temperature at night is very low, and the wind is also icy cold, so Ji Mingshu wrapped himself in a windbreaker.
When she got in the car and saw a certain brand of shopping bags on the back seat, she couldn't help but cast a second glance, "Is this a gift from a customer, or is it a gift from a customer?"
"I saw it at the airport, and I think it suits you very well." Cen Sen got into the car from the other side and glanced at her.
"..."
for her
Ji Mingshu looked at him suspiciously, and reached for the shopping bag.
When unpacking the box, I have to look at him from time to time.
When he saw Baobao's true face in Lushan, Ji Mingshu unconsciously felt a little joy in his heart, and the corners of his straight lips could not help but bend upwards.
It's pretty good-looking, the brand's color scheme, style and size are all her favorites.
"Like it?"
Ji Mingshu looked at the bag carefully, feeling extremely satisfied in his heart, but with a proud expression on his face, he commented noblely and coldly: "Just... barely."
She touched it fondly, then suddenly remembered something, turned her head again, and asked in a tense manner, "Today...how did you treat me so well?"
"Is there?"
Isn't it? He poured out the porridge again, came to pick it up in person, and even gave her a bag. No matter how you look at it, it looks like you have bad intentions!
Last time he went to the magazine to pick up someone abnormally, and made her braised short ribs abnormally. Wasn't he just waiting to feed her and plotting to do something wrong
Thinking of this, Ji Mingshu squeezed the handle of the bag tightly, feeling apprehensive.
This dog man can't do it, she just came out of the hospital today, so why is she so impatient and inhumane
But within a few minutes, the car parked in the underground garage of a large shopping mall, and Cen Sen said that he was going to the supermarket to buy vegetables for her to cook porridge, which seemed to further verify her guess.
She got out of the car with her new bag and was very wary of Cen Sen. On the way to the supermarket, she kept reminding him that she was a patient who had just come out of the hospital. She was weak and needed to recuperate.
Cen Sen glanced at her, "Understood."
"..."
That face is flat and perfunctory, I don't even know what you know.
Cen Sen didn't know what she was thinking, nor did he feel that he had done anything abnormal, and today was special to her.
Everything seemed to be going with the flow, he did what he wanted, and he took it for granted.
Ji Mingshu rarely stepped into the supermarket on weekdays, and this was the first time she went to the supermarket with Cen Sen.
Seeing the cart at the door and the cute car style, she took a few more glances.
Cen Sen suddenly reached out and pushed her head away, and said softly, "Don't look, your weight is not suitable."
His hand was still a little cold, obviously he was poking her head, but she felt her heart beating uncontrollably again.
When he came back to his senses and wanted to defend himself, Cen Sen had already pushed the cart four or five meters forward.
She followed quickly, holding the handle of the cart with Cen Sen, calmed down her heartbeat and asked without words: "By the way, when did you learn to cook? I didn't know before."
"When I was in college," he said while picking out the seasoning, "I didn't learn it on purpose. I just downloaded the recipe and followed it."
"I also made it according to the recipe, why can't I."
Cen Sen put a bottle of cumin powder into the shopping cart, and turned to look at her with "don't you know?"
Ji Mingshu shut up wisely.
The supermarket was brightly lit. Ji Mingshu looked around and found that there were many young couples pushing the cart together, talking and laughing, and some of them were very sticky.
Walking all the way to the aquatic product area, the smell in the air began to turn fishy. Ji Mingshu covered his mouth and nose, and before he could take two more steps forward, the fish in a certain glass tank suddenly flopped and splashed out.
She subconsciously protected the new bag Cen Sen gave her, and when the fish was quiet, she picked it up and wiped it lovingly.
Wiping and rubbing, she felt something was wrong. She even carried bck around like a commuter bag, why should she be so careful with an ordinary bag that is not very precious.
For some reason, she immediately stopped wiping the bag.
Glancing at Cen Sen, who was picking out live shrimp, she said quickly, "The smell over here is so bad, I'll go check out the snacks, and I'll come back to you later."
After she finished speaking, she immediately turned around, paused for two seconds, and quickly escaped from Cen Sen's sight with small brisk steps.
Cen Sen looked up at her back, but didn't think much about it.
It's just that once Ji Mingshu is out of his sight, he can do some unthinkable things from time to time, and he didn't stay in the fishery area too long. After having the shrimps processed, he planned to find the little vase that couldn't walk independently.
Ji Mingshu floated back and forth faintly in the snack area with his bag in his hand, finally feeling the belated hunger in his stomach.
Normally, her desire for puffed food is very low, but now she really wants to open a bag of potato chips and eat it first before paying the bill.
Fortunately, in the end, her image defeated her appetite, and she drifted forward, planning to have a blind eye.
Out of sight, her stomach is clean, but she still can't calm down in her mind.
There are some things that she doesn't really think about clearly linger in her mind, like a minefield full of landmines, a little thought will blow up a big hole in the existing peaceful life.
She wandered back and forth in front of the shelf for a long time, trying to pick out the word "Cen Sen".
But the second after the thought appeared, Cen Sen's quiet voice sounded behind him unexpectedly, "I've bought it."
She was startled, her shoulders trembled unconsciously, and then she casually picked up a box of things from the shelf, and hurried forward without looking back, "I bought it too!"
After walking for a while, she inadvertently looked down, only to realize that she was holding a large box of condoms in her hand. It was the kind of condom with a super large title and a very obvious logo on the carton. There were a dozen or twenty boxes in it.
What is a landmine, this is the real landmine.
Ji Mingshu was in a daze. Seeing that there were many boys around, he turned around and stuffed the box into Cen Sen's arms without thinking.
When he looked up, Ji Mingshu wished he could die on the spot.
What about the Cen Sen people? !