In the Lake Garden Villa, he faced the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and drank alone.
In fact, he doesn't like drinking. Alcohol will affect the normal functioning of the brain and affect people's decision-making and calmness. Alcohol is dependent and will make you have to drink more tomorrow.
In the past, he would drink wine unless there was a social occasion. But now, when he feels bored, it is good to have a few drinks.
Facing the moon, he toasted to the cool air and drank it all in one gulp.
During the day, Gu Haoran's words kept circling in his ears...
"A year ago, what happened to Qin Hansheng hurt her a lot. For a long time, she seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up..."
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"Drug addiction is difficult to get rid of, let alone a powerful drug like devil. During the year when she was recovering from drugs in the United States, she spent more than half of the time seeing a psychiatrist and taking depressants constantly to survive..."
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"She once committed suicide two or three times due to repeated episodes of depression, and she committed suicide two or three times out of frustration, not to mention the number of times she self-harmed..."
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"Now she has finally forgotten that nightmare and has a new life. Do you want to remind her again and let her fall into the nightmare again?"
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He poured another full glass, but this time he drank too quickly, and the spicy wine stuck in his throat, causing him to cough uncontrollably.
"Cough cough cough..." He put down the wine glass, and the churning pain in his stomach became even stronger.
Only then did he remember that he seemed to have forgotten to eat dinner again. After drinking so much wine on an empty stomach, he was afraid that his stomach would hurt all night again tonight. He sat down, opened the medicine drawer and took out a pill.
Take the medicine and swallow it.
Then quietly wait for the medicine to take effect.
The door to the study room was gently pushed open, and a small figure walked in. He closed his eyes and didn't even have the strength to open them, with some cold sweat on his forehead. Until a pair of small hands stubbornly grabbed his big palm, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
It was Guaguai: "Daddy, are you sick?" She asked worriedly.
He suppressed the pain on his face, smiled slightly, picked her up and put her on his lap.
"No, daddy is not sick."
Obediently pouted: "Daddy, you are lying, you were clearly taking medicine just now."
He instinctively lied, not wanting to worry her: "That's not medicine, it's candy."
"Then why should it be put in a medicine bottle?" The little boy would not give up until he found out the truth.
Because... he didn't know how to answer, so he simply changed the topic: "Have you eaten?"
He shook his head obediently: "No."
He frowned: "Why didn't you eat?" It was almost eight o'clock. In the past, she should have had dinner at this time.
"I can't eat it alone." She said softly.
Qin Mujue was slightly startled, and touched her daughter's head apologetically. The 'Xia Xiaopang' who had a great appetite a year ago and could add three snacks to three meals seemed to be gone forever. It turned out that
He was not the only one who had been in a bad mood and had a bad appetite over the past year.
"Then let daddy accompany you to eat, okay?"
Her eyes lit up, looking forward to it: "Is it okay?"
"Of course." He stood up with her in his arms and was about to go downstairs. Xia Guaiguai was sullen in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "When can Guaiguai have dinner with daddy and mommy?"
His hand to open the door was choked.
"Daddy, are you lying to me today, right?" She asked persistently: "That aunt in the restaurant is Mommy, and she didn't admit her mistake, right?" She was already six years old and in the first grade of elementary school.
After learning various cultural knowledge, she is no longer as easy to deceive as a naive child.
Qin Mujue hugged her and pondered for a while, not wanting to hide it anymore.
"Yes." He replied solemnly.
Obediently was stunned for a moment, it’s true, it’s actually true!
"Then Daddy, why did you..." Why did you say she admitted her mistake, and why didn't she want to admit it? Even mommy was so strange, as if she was a stranger, as if she didn't know her at all. What was going on with all this?
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Qin Mujue sat down on the dining table obediently, and the servants had already stepped forward to lay out the tableware and serve the dishes.
He handed the spoon to her and said, "Because Mommy is sick."
"Sick?" Guaiguai still didn't understand.
Qin Mu thought about it, thinking about how to explain it to her daughter more appropriately: "Because mommy is sick and has forgotten many things."
"Ah? How could this happen?" Guaiguai bit the spoon, feeling a little depressed: "Then she doesn't remember Daddy and Guaiguai?"
Qin Muxie nodded, "Yes. She is quite seriously ill now. We can't tell her too many things rashly, as it will scare her."
"Oh..." Guaiguai nodded in sudden realization: "No wonder..." After thinking about it, he frowned again: "Then Mommy won't be able to forget Guaiguai all her life, right?"
"No." He shook his head firmly, not knowing whether he was comforting her or comforting himself. He would not allow her to have him no longer in her memory. Even if he tried his best, he would let her remember him. But
The premise is that he must ensure her health.
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Yuanchen, after returning from the restaurant, the atmosphere in the entire villa became very tense.
Xia Tong got out of the car and went straight upstairs, returned to her room, and shut herself in for a whole afternoon. Looking at the drawings all over the room, she suddenly became upset, climbed up on the window sill, and remained in a daze.
Until a knock on the door interrupted her.
She hesitated and opened the door. Unsurprisingly, Gu Haoran was outside the door. He twisted her wrist and said, "Dinner is ready, let's go downstairs to eat."
Xia Tong shook off his hand: "I don't want to eat."
He said in a deep voice: "Xia Tong, don't mess around." He said the same thing again in the restaurant today, and then angrily wanted to take her home. She really didn't understand how she could stop messing around.
Is it true that only by obeying him in everything and following his arrangements can we be considered obedient?
Perhaps realizing that he was not comfortable with his words, he lowered his tone and said, "You can eat a little even if you're not hungry. I've worked very hard." After saying that, he stretched out his hand towards her aggrievedly, and sure enough, there were traces of blood on his slender and white fingertips.
Many scalded blisters.
Xia Tong's heart softened. Indeed, a young master like Gu Haoran, who was admired by many people, had always been educated as a "gentleman far away from the cook". Before he met her, he had never cooked anything other than making snacks.
There was oil fume in the kitchen.
Later in the United States, because her drug addiction often broke out and she was very embarrassed when she did, she was very resistant to having outsiders in the house. Without a servant to serve him, he had to do everything himself and tried many firsts.
It was the first time to cook, the first time to take care of a patient, the first time to learn how to treat a woman carefully.
And his cooking skills have also improved rapidly during this year. Although the beautiful things he cooks are not exaggerated to be better than those of five-star chefs, they are still impressive and make her eat every time.
move.
After so many experiences, she didn't believe that the blisters on his hands were caused by accident. But he had even used a trick to make him suffer. It would be too unreasonable for her to remain cold and indifferent.