Zhou Han returned home and Xia Qingyou was waiting for him in the living room.
"Qingyou, you can just stay in the previous room. Mother Zhang cleans it every day, and it's still the same as before."
"Well..." Qing You nodded, "Zhou Han, if you feel embarrassed, you don't have to do this."
"Qingyou, I'm sorry for making you suffer before. From now on, you can stay here with peace of mind and don't go to the United States. I will take care of you. This is my responsibility."
"Zhou Han..." Qingyou cried and threw herself into his arms, "We will be together well from now on. I love you and it has never changed."
Zhou Han closed his eyes and hung his hands numbly on his sides. He didn't hug her or refuse her, letting Qingyou's tears wet his clothes.
In the middle of the night, Zhou Han stood blankly on the balcony, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, puffing out the smoke. He could not turn away Qingyou, and he could not turn away Xia Xia.
No matter what, he would never give up. He suddenly felt that he was horribly selfish and disgusting. He could promise Qingyou for the rest of his life, but he couldn't give her love. He gave his love completely to Xia Xia, but he couldn't.
Promising her a lifetime is such a ridiculous and terrible thing.
There was a knock on the door outside, "Zhou Han, it's me, are you asleep?" It was Qingyou.
"No, come in!" Zhou Han put out the cigarette butt.
"I see you are still smoking on the balcony, can't you sleep?" Qingyou walked to the balcony and stood behind Zhou Han, "Are you still worried about me?"
Zhou Han said nothing, did not turn around, and still looked at the dark front.
Qingyou stepped forward, put her arms around his waist, and leaned her head lightly on his back, "Zhou Han, I have recovered from what happened five years ago. You should digest it quickly!"
She gently turned Zhou Han's body so that he faced her, then stood on tiptoe to kiss him. She had been waiting for this kiss for five years.
"Qingyou..." Zhou Han refused and took a few steps back, "It's very late, go to bed!"
Xia Qingyou felt disappointed for a while. She knew that Zhou Han's heart had changed, but she had already left him once and never wanted to leave him a second time. Well, give him some time. Something will change in five years.
She believes that Zhou Han will return to the past, and she is willing to wait...
"Okay, you should go to bed early. It's very late. Smoking is not good for your health!"
Zhou Han nodded, Qingyou turned and walked towards the door.
Xia Xia, what should I do?
——————————————In the morning, Xia Xia came to the office on time. Zhou Han was already there. She sat on her desk and sorted out the documents. She did whatever she wanted. She still had to work hard.
Life must go on.
Rong Jia knocked on the door and entered, "President, I just received an invitation to the third anniversary celebration of the Dutch branch. They hope you can attend!"
"When?" Zhou Han was still meticulous about his work, and he couldn't tell what was in his heart at all.
"The celebration will be held on the third day of next month, Saturday!"
"Help me arrange time!" He just happened to visit his father who was recovering in the Netherlands.
"Okay!" Rong Jia exited the office.
Zhou Han looked at Xia Xia on the side. She was immersed in sorting out documents. If she were a normal person, she would have said - The president is going out, which beauty should you invite for you? But now, she is afraid that she will never go out again.
Such a joke.
He turned back and continued working. He picked up the water cup as usual and wanted to drink water. "Pah!" The injured hand slipped and the cup fell to the ground. The white gauze oozed traces of blood, which must have been touched by the wound.
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Xia Xia looked up and saw Zhou Han's hands full of blood again, and ran over quickly, "President, don't move, look, your hands are bleeding again!" Seeing the fragments reminded him of the scene where Zhou Han crushed the cup and cut his hand.
, she immediately called the cleaners to come and clean.
She pulled Zhou Han to the lounge and carefully opened the gauze. Zhou Han's torn palms looked horrifying.
She glared at Zhou Han, "Be careful, didn't Dr. Chen say you can't use force? The wound hasn't healed yet!"
"Oh, I forgot about it for a moment!" Zhou Han looked innocent, but he was very happy to see her anxious expression.
Xia Xia helped Zhou Han bandage again. Finally, Zhou Han raised his bulging hands and asked in surprise, "What is this?"
"Sorry, I don't know how to bandage it. It seems a bit thick, but I just want to remind you that your hand is injured and you can't move it!"
Zhou Han secretly laughed, it was indeed Ningxia Xia, no matter how bad the reason was, he could think of it.