"Have you had enough fun?" Jun Changqian opened the door to the ward and stood in front of me, with thick eyebrows on his temples and bright eyes. Although he was sick and a little sluggish at first sight, he was now full of energy and hooked.
He asked me with his lips raised, presumably in response to the words I said to myself, "I'm back."
I stared at him blankly. I hadn't seen him for five days. I didn't know how much I missed him. I just felt that it was a great happiness to be able to see him and look at him like this. I felt that I was in too deep.
If this continues, sooner or later you will die without a burial place.
With this in mind, I tried my best to look as natural as possible, lowered my head, looked at the toes of my shoes, and nodded.
"Boss, I want to tell you a great news!" This voice came from far away from the elevator, and Yu Beizheng strode over, his expression full of joy.
When he got closer, he pursed his lips and said, "Boss, you don't seem to be interested in the happy event I want to say?"
Jun Changqian held my hand and walked toward the elevator with a smile and said, "Let's talk about it."
My hand was naturally held by him, and the warm touch seemed to have been separated by millions of centuries. The faint fragrance of gardenia came back to the tip of my nose. This scene alone made my heart beat out of rhythm, but
I don't want to push it away.
Yu Beidao: "Girl, this girl can actually speak!"
Jun Changqian calmly raised his left hand to press the elevator button, and responded calmly: "I know this."
"Wha, what?" Yu Bei was a little discouraged, and his voice became smaller and he responded: "Oh."
Jun Changqian took me into the elevator, waved to Yu Bei and said, "I'm a little hungry. Give me the car keys. As for the documents, just put them in the ward. Also, tell Siyuan and ask the attending doctor to give them to you."
I sign and I want to be discharged!"
As the elevator was about to close, Yu Bei hurriedly blocked the way: "You are about to be discharged from the hospital. Have you forgotten who had a fever of nearly 40 degrees this morning?"
Jun Changqian responded calmly: "I'm fine now!" He ignored Yu Bei and turned his head to ask me: "No words, what should we eat?"
The elevator door slowly closed, and there were only two of us in the small space. I could clearly hear my heartbeat, which was more intense than it had been in the past three days.
The man in front of me seemed to have never been angry with me. The indifference, alienation and hatred when he said "leave her alone" could not be found in his handsome face, but it was the same as the past seven years.
Gentle and loving. Yes, it is loving!
I covered my eyes and hid my sadness. I was worried about him and I missed him. Even if I was so angry with him that I ran away from home, there was no denying the fact that I relied on him. I will try what Sumino Hitomi said, but if
After "interacting" with him, my dependence on Jun Changqian still cannot be reduced in the slightest. So, I think this is the end of my life, staying by his side as my niece.
It was dinner time, and there were no seats in the nearby restaurants. Jun Changqian dialed the number and drove away from the hospital. He knew the road conditions in City S quite well, so he left the main road and took Linfu Road, which he drove for about ten minutes.
After a few minutes, I turned to Fu'an Road and stopped outside a teppanyaki restaurant.
He had a cold and was not suitable for eating iron plates at all. I bit my lip and stopped him and said, "I don't want to eat this."
I didn't say a word along the way, because I thought too much, so I said very little. He asked me what to eat. He is a patient, so of course he has the final say. But for now, I still refuse.
Jun Changqian looked over, his eyes bright, like lone stars scattered in the sky under the neon lights, shining but cold.
"What do you want to eat?" The voice was gentle and his eyes fell on my cheek: "I have lost a lot of weight. Are you still used to eating outside?"
When he said this, I suddenly thought of Uncle Zhong. After delivering the clothes that day, Uncle Zhong sent me messages from time to time, asking me if I was hungry and when I would be home.
I raised my head and said, "I want to eat oyster omelette!"
His eyes were stunned, and we both remembered that that night when the Cold War broke out, Uncle Zhong said he would make oyster omelette for me, and then he said "leave me alone" which completely hurt me.
Jun Changqian put his hands on the steering wheel and looked towards the distant night.
The silence in the car was as quiet as winter. When I looked at his profile, it seemed as if it was covered with a layer of fog. He was clearly less than twenty centimeters away from me, but why did he seem to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains?
I don't know how long it took before he turned around and said, "Buyu, I was cruel to you that day, and I apologize! I'm sorry!"
Because I rarely quarrel, this was the first time I received an apology from him, and I didn’t know how to answer it for a while. In fact, this was not what he should apologize for. He really shouldn’t be mean to me, but what’s even more wrong is,
He thought I liked Sum Yehitong, and even later acquiesced in my "dating" with Sum Yehitong; he shouldn't be unable to see my heart, shouldn't...
"Why are you crying?" His voice was tender and full of pity, and there was also a hint of helplessness. He wiped his eyelids with his warm fingertips, like a catalyst, making more and more tears fall.
I feel wronged, why can't he see it?
Jun Changqian stretched out his long arms, held my slender shoulders, and brought him into his arms. He ran his hands along my hair and coaxed softly: "Are you wronged outside? Okay, let's go home. We want to eat.
Uncle Zhong’s dish, I’ll call him.”
He called Uncle Zhong. Obviously, Uncle Zhong was very happy when he heard the news that he took me home. Even I, who was sitting in the passenger seat, heard his voice: "Oyster omelette, okay, I do it every day."
Everyone has prepared some oysters. Master, drive carefully, I'll prepare dinner."
I didn't feel wronged outside, I felt wronged in front of you! But what can I do if I cry again? He is my uncle!
I held back my tears and felt inexplicably tired. I tilted my head slightly towards his lap, resting my head on it. My long hair was spread out and reflected the same color as his trousers.
It was Jun Changqian who carried me into his home. I was awake and not asleep at all. I was just greedy for his embrace, the princess's embrace. He regarded me as his treasure and held me in his arms. Even his steps were gentle, as if he were moving.
A little older would wake me up from my dreams.
With his cheek pressed against his shirt, with his eyes open, he could clearly see the dark lines on the shirt and the subtle carvings on the round, porcelain-white buttons. He still wore this brand, even though he was now the top decision-maker of the Jun family. He
The fragrance of gardenia on his body tempted me and made me snuggle tightly into his arms.
His steps became softer and gentler, and he whispered to Uncle Zhong: "When she falls asleep, I will carry her back to the room."
Uncle Zhong also replied softly: "Okay, this girl has lost weight after not seeing her for a few days."
Jun Changqian carried me upstairs, one step at a time. He didn't walk very fast, but very steadily, barely shaking. He pampered me so carefully, but it wasn't the gentleness I wanted.
He hugged me and sat on the bed, supported me with one hand, lifted the quilt with the other hand, and carefully put me on the bed. He touched my forehead with his hand and pushed the flow to both sides.
I haven't heard anything from him for a long time, and I can feel his eyes lingering on my face, softly.
I don't want to sleep, but I like that he stares at me silently, with only me in his eyes. Although my eyes are closed, although I pretend to be asleep, and although I can't speak, he belongs to me alone.
Yes, this is enough!
"Silly girl!" His soft voice contained a lot of things. I couldn't quite understand it, but it made my heart ache.
Uncle Zhong knocked on the door and asked if he wanted to have some dinner first. Jun Changqian replied that he would be there right away.
The sound of Uncle Zhong's footsteps gradually faded away, and the warmth of his fingers could be heard on my cheeks. I nudged him gently from between my eyebrows, and I couldn't help but relax.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but his fingertips did not move away. He moved from the eyebrows to the eyebrows, then to the cheeks, and then to the tip of the nose. The fingers moved over little by little, but stopped above the lips. My lips were already
I felt the temperature of his finger.
But after a moment's pause, he finally landed on the other cheek. He didn't speak, and his breathing was still balanced. I couldn't guess what he was thinking. Every move he made was full of the love of the elders for the younger ones...
For a long time after he left the room, I stared at the ceiling with my eyes wide open, analyzing whether there was any factor in his just action that showed different feelings towards me. But in the end, I gave up.
Pretending to have just woken up, he went downstairs, smiled sweetly at Uncle Zhong, and slowly sat down opposite Jun Changqian.
His face was a bit suspiciously red. When I stared at him, he suddenly called Uncle Zhong: "Uncle Zhong, give me the thermometer, I think I have a fever again."
Uncle Zhong immediately went to get it. Jun Changqian saw me looking at him with wide eyes and worry, and comforted him: "It's just that my face is a little hot, it shouldn't be a problem."
