"I have no home." Shen Zhiluo sneered and said sarcastically: "Danger? People's hearts are much more dangerous than this, like you and Shen Liangqiu."
Su Nanjin was speechless and fell to the ground in a daze, but his eyes never left his side.
Shen Zhiluo, who had given up the idea of committing suicide, glanced coldly at Su Nanjin and walked down the edge of the steps, "Stay away from me."
That was true, but how could he feel relieved if Su Nanjin was far away from Shen Zhiluo now.
He followed silently, not too close or too far away.
Shen Zhiluo caught a glimpse of this from the corner of his eye, but he was so upset that he didn't chase him away and went directly to his previous apartment.
There was a barrier in her heart and she refused to say another word to Su Nanjin. She locked herself in the bedroom as soon as she entered.
Regarding all this, Su Nanjin could only accept it painfully. He did not even dare to take the initiative to talk to Shen Zhiluo, fearing that he would say the wrong thing and accidentally stimulate Shen Zhiluo's sensitive emotions.
But every time he faced such a cold attitude, Su Nanjin felt as if a soft knife was grinding on his heart. He would rather Zhiluo sneered at him, hit her and be afraid of her, than be ignored like this.
Not knowing how to be forgiven, Su Nanjin had no choice but to call Chang'an and ask for help.
"Now Zhiluo rejects me so much that when she sees me, she goes directly to the room and hardly comes out. What should I do to make her willing to pay attention to me?"
Su Nanjin's depressed voice came from the phone. Although he knew it was not appropriate, Chang'an couldn't help but want to laugh with some schadenfreude. Things were changing, and the famous Mr. Su also had such a miserable day.
No, to be more precise, Su Nanjin was always defeated after meeting Shen Zhiluo.
Thinking of this, Changan started to sympathize with Su Nanjin again. After thinking about it, he said seriously: "Nanjin, no matter what your reasons are, you did hurt her severely. In fact, it's good that she didn't choose to leave you. "
"I know." Su Nanjin rubbed his hair irritably. What Chang An said was obviously nonsense. What he wanted to know was what to do so that Zhi Luo wouldn't be angry.
Chang'an heard the irritability in the man's words, and stopped trying to keep it off: "Zhiluo is not happy, just make her happy. She is unwilling to go out now, then you can cook for her yourself and slowly soften her attitude. Then approach her step by step."
"Thank you." Su Nanjin, who was a bit worried, thanked her and picked up the phone.
Turning around and returning to the living room, she happened to bump into Shen Zhiluo coming out of the room. The other person's expression changed and he was about to go back to the room. Seeing this, Su Nanjin felt more miserable than eating coptis.
He whispered: "Don't go back to the room, I won't stay in the living room."
After saying that, he strode into the kitchen and closed the door, leaving Shen Zhiluo alone in the living room, confused.
Su Nanjin had never cooked before. He looked at the recipe he found and followed it step by step stiffly.
Just a stabbing sound was heard, and countless oil stars burst out instantly.
Even though Su Nanjin moved quickly enough, her arms and hands were still burned, and within a short time, four or five blisters appeared.
However, he was nervously checking whether the food in the pot was cooked, and didn't care about his injuries.
After struggling for a long time, Su Nanjin finally finished the meals, put them on plates one by one, placed them behind the dining table, and called out softly: "Zhiluo, come over and eat."
After saying that, he went into the kitchen and filled up a bowl of rice.
Because he didn't plan to eat in the living room, because he was worried that Shen Zhiluo would be unhappy and wouldn't even eat.
When Su Nanjin entered the kitchen to serve rice, Shen Zhiluo looked at the familiar sweet and sour pork ribs on the table in a daze. This was the first dish she made when she first learned to cook, but she never thought that one day , was actually done to her again by Su Nanjin.
By some strange coincidence, Shen Zhiluo sat at the dining table. Su Nanjin in the kitchen couldn't help but smile as she saw this scene.
In any case, it is a big improvement that Zhiluo is willing to eat the food he cooks.
"Zhiluo, let's eat." Su Nanjin put the rice in front of Shen Zhiluo and planned to go back to the room.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a few blisters on the man's hand holding the rice. Shen Zhiluo still felt a little distressed, but his anger towards him did not diminish.
She looked at the delicious food in front of her with a cold face, and said in an unnatural tone: "You don't have to do this, I won't forgive you."
Even though he knew that Shen Zhiluo hated him now, what he heard with his own ears was still different. The stinging feeling was like a knife cutting his heart over and over again.
Her thin lips moved slightly, and her throat was a little dry. Su Nanjin had a smile on her face, which looked really forced.
"It's okay, Zhiluo, I'm willing to do anything for you."
Taking in the man's forced smile, Shen Zhiluo didn't know why. Obviously this was what Su Nanjin should do, it was his atonement, but seeing him like this, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
"Eat, stay away from me." He dropped these words coldly and started eating. Your body is the most important thing.
Hearing this, Su Nanjin's slightly frowned brows relaxed, and his ink-stained eyes filled with doting affection, and his fiery gaze seemed to melt people.
He couldn't control his excitement and thought, did Zhiluo's willingness to have dinner with him mean that she was willing to accept his atonement?
After serving himself a bowl of rice, Su Nanjin sat directly opposite her. He was far away and could be seen clearly. He didn't dare to pick up food for her, but his eyes never moved from Shen Zhiluo.
Shen Zhiluo, who was uncomfortable being looked at, lowered his head and could not clearly see her expression.
When the meal was almost finished, Su Nanjin put down his chopsticks and suggested in a gentle and cautious tone: "Zhiluo, do you want to see a psychiatrist?"
"Don't be angry. I'm not saying you are sick. It's just that you suddenly accepted so many things at once, which is not good for your health."
In fact, Shen Zhiluo also found that his mood was not right, and he could easily get into trouble and think pessimistically.
She put down her chopsticks thoughtfully, and was so sensitive that the man opposite her became nervous for a moment because of her actions. She raised her eyes and met the pair of dark eyes full of hers, and her heart suddenly became complicated.
She didn't speak for a while.
Su Nanjin immediately understood that this was acquiescence, sent the text message that had been edited on his phone, and asked tentatively: "How about we go after dinner?"
Hearing this, Shen Zhiluo looked at him steadily, which made Su Nanjin, who was already a little guilty, panic, "If you don't want to go, I won't go. I'll wait until you want to..."
"No need." Shen Zhiluo interrupted him directly and said calmly: "I'll go later."
The psychological consultation room was located in the city center. Su Nanjin drove Shen Zhiluo there directly. However, he did not accompany Shen Zhiluo inside, but rested on a bench outside.
Because his proximity will affect Shen Zhiluo's mood.
This chapter has been completed!