When Rong Shen woke up in the morning, his head was still groggy. He couldn't remember clearly what happened last night. Was he sent back by Gu Xiaosi?
Headache!
He covered his forehead and felt as if he had been hit by something. Could this also be the feeling of being drunk?
He turned around and fell on the bed, staring at the empty ceiling. In fact, he was not a good drinker and could get drunk easily. However, Gu Xiaosi was the only one who had ever seen him drunk.
This feeling of loneliness after waking up from alcohol, this feeling of suddenly feeling like you are the only one left in the world...
He reached out and touched his forehead. It hurt, it really hurt!
"This is honey water. You will feel better after drinking it."
With a bang, he placed a water glass on the table with a very rude force.
Rong Shen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that when he woke up on this hungover morning, there would be someone next to him... someone who had been bullied by him just last night.
He glanced at her, she was wearing his shirt, the hem just covered her pretty buttocks, and her fair and slender legs were flawlessly exposed to his eyes.
Doesn't she wear his clothes?
Seemingly understanding the look in his eyes, she said angrily: "Mr. Rong, next time you drink too much, please don't vomit randomly, okay?"
Did he vomit?
Surprisingly, he was a little embarrassed and really couldn't remember anything!
Did she take care of herself last night?
"Let's have breakfast." The back she threw to him was still cold, with a hint of aloof stubbornness.
He knew why she didn't leave, because he hadn't done what he promised her.
In the kitchen, exquisite tableware contained a very Chinese breakfast, a few cute steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and delicious and attractive mixed vegetables.
This kitchen has not been used since I bought it. When the hourly worker comes to clean it every day, he will buy some food and put it in the refrigerator. However, he is a grown man who cannot cook, let alone eat at home, so the things in the refrigerator
Throw it away and buy it, buy it and throw it away...
The hourly worker doesn't understand the reason for such waste. Only he knows that the refrigerator is empty, the home is empty... and at the same time, his heart is even more empty.
There were so many women before him who were willing to cook breakfast for him, but she was the first one.
Seeing him stunned there as if recalling some past events, Mumu put down a magazine in his hand and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"
He sat down and glanced at the magazine. There was a prominent headline on it: "my country's heart disease surgery technology has made a new breakthrough."
This morning, I deliberately put a magazine in front of him to remind him, to remind him not to admit it after eating it.
Knowing that she was anxious, he acted calmly and closed the magazine calmly, as if he didn't even notice her deliberate reminder.
I picked up a bun and squeezed it in my hand. It felt very soft and must taste good.
That was the first time Rong Shen had eaten such delicious steamed buns. Even the sea cucumber and abalone stuffed in the hotel was not even one-tenth as good as it was. It was not that it was so delicious that it could surpass top chefs, but that it was so simple.
He tasted the taste of nostalgia in the fillings.
"I don't have any other arrangements today. I have to go to the news." Seeing him sitting there reading the newspaper after dinner, Mumu couldn't help but ask. She knew that he deliberately made her anxious and didn't mention treating You Yang.
things.
"Well, remember to come back on time tonight." His eyes were still lowered on the newspaper, but his hand pointed to the door, "There is a backup key there, take it."
"knew."
A simple and calm conversation, fulfilling the responsibilities of a lover, he said, until he got tired of playing, she did not expect that he would let her go in just one day.
She put on the washed and dried clothes and put on the half-worn canvas shoes at the door.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Rong Shen finally raised his head and looked at the empty porch. The pair of sneakers, which were only slightly larger than his palm, were missing, as if something was suddenly missing there.
He picked up the phone and said, "Zhou Jun, I want all the limited edition canvas shoes."
"You want to wear canvas shoes?"
He gestured with his hand about the size, "size 35."
"knew."
Zhou Jun can be sure that he is buying shoes for women. He has a size 35 pair, but the women he knows are either wearing Chanel or Louis Vuitton. He has never seen anyone wearing an ordinary pair.
canvas shoes.
Zhou Jun is so smart, he immediately thought of the girl he saw in his office, it must be her.
Mumu bought fresh porridge and came to the hospital. He first looked around for the two policemen. They were still here yesterday and never left. Why have they disappeared now? Did they go to eat?
You Yang just woke up not long ago, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, his dull eyes were looking out the sunny window, a little bird stopped at the window, flapped its wings twice and flew away, the sky is where they are free
Home.
He wished he had a healthy body that could protect her and love her well.
"It's time to eat."
While he was lost in thought, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and he turned around almost in surprise. He had a dream yesterday, in which he dreamed that she left him and refused to look back no matter how he called her.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Mumu smiled and opened the porridge box in his hand.
He held her hand, his eyes dancing with joy, "I thought I would never see you again."
Her body stiffened, and deep sorrow surged in her heart. Her heart had not abandoned him, but her body was dirty, and being held by him felt like a stain on him.
"Are you confused by your sleep? Am I not good at standing here? Hurry up and eat."
He picked up the spoon with a smile on his face and kept staring at her while eating, fearing that she would disappear from his eyes at any time.
"Where were the two policemen yesterday?"
You Yang said: "They dropped the case."
"Well?"
"They said there was a mistake from above." You Yang's eyes flashed and he lowered his head unnaturally.
There was no denying that those paintings were indeed painted by him, but he really couldn't figure out why the police suddenly dropped the case.
However, this incident made him afraid to take risks again in the future, for fear that she would be sad.
But the reason for this was clear to Mumu. Rong Shen exchanged her first time with one action.
She tried her best to hide the disappointment on her face, "That's great. I knew they must have made a mistake somewhere. Stop thinking about it and drink up the porridge quickly."
"Are you going out in the afternoon?"
"I followed a news story last week, and I have a clue today."
"Is it dangerous?" You Yang immediately became nervous. He knew that in order to make more money, she ran news that others did not dare to run.