Now I understand why there are so few interviews with him, this person is really difficult to talk to!

"Who is your editor-in-chief?" he asked as I pondered what to do.

"Jiang Haocheng. I replied, and then added: "He is not well-known in the editorial circles, but he is very famous in the circles." If you like clubbing, he can cover you all over the city.

How about an interview with him? I'll introduce you to you, and you'll have a good nightlife here in the future. ”

"Good. Chu Qingchuan agreed so simply.

But I was thinking, if I told Jiang Haocheng that Chu Qingchuan was interviewed like this, would he regret giving me holidays and bonuses?

A bold idea sprung up in my wild brain.

Could Chu Qingchuan be a comrade? That's why Li Yutong will ...... Otherwise, how can you explain that he agreed to come down for Jiang Haocheng's sake? Or he also likes to linger in the flowers, Li Yutong was forced to be helpless and lonely......

I'm staging all kinds of small theaters in my mind, probably because of an occupational disease. When I came back to my senses, I secretly laughed at myself.

"I made an appointment with my secretary for the specifics, and besides, I don't want to hear idiot questions. He spoke in a businesslike tone.

I understand what he means is to familiarize ourselves with the interviewee in advance, and not to ask about the content that is not nutritious.

"Mr. Chu rest assured, our editors are all serious and experienced. "Of course, I want to give my own club a façade.

Although, Jiang Haocheng, the editor-in-chief and boss, used his family's money to open such a magazine to play tickets, in order to advertise that he was a member of the cultural circle when he went out to mingle.

Chu Qingchuan lowered his eyes and looked at me and asked, "Aren't you very bad at writing?"

“…… I'm a miscellaneous. "I admire his memory, it's not ordinarily good.

"Did you interview me? What do you know about me?" he asked.

"No, not me. "I was asked by him about the lack of heart, and it is said that knowing the interviewee in advance is a basic professional quality, but I really don't know anything about him.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and I patted my heart and breathed a sigh of relief. However, the pain in the lower abdomen became more and more intense.

I subconsciously put my hand there, wanting to warm it up with the heat of my palm.

Chu Qingchuan glanced at the caller ID and answered it directly in front of me.

"Well, okay. ”

The voice on the other end of the "......" phone was not clear, but I could feel that it was Li Yutong.

"Go to bed early, good night. ”

After he hung up the phone, he said to me, "Your husband has sent people to their destination." ”

I pursed the corners of my lips and said disdainfully, "If I'm not mistaken, you lied too, right?"

I don't know if he can understand my extraneous sounds. In the early morning of the second day of our relationship, didn't he also find an excuse to lie to his future mother-in-law?

"Then your husband's taste is a bit heavy, and she is very weak now. Chu Qingchuan said.

A chill escaped from my back, and aside from the impression that I was in contact with him alone, he gave me the impression that he was actually a man who was not shocked everywhere and had a city in his heart.

"Why did you let him deliver it?" I couldn't help but wonder.

Chu Qingchuan stared at me slightly, the light of the incandescent lamp focused in his ink pupils, shining brightly.

"Why?" he repeated faintly, then told me, "You don't want to see if the two of them will rekindle their old relationship?"

"So you know it all. I was stunned.

"Oh, at the engagement party, he was nervous that other people's fiancées were better than his own, and he had no trust in you. If I don't see the clue, won't you take me for a fool here?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and poked me in the heart.

I was caught up in his topic, and by the time I reacted, his fingers had been removed.

"You, talk well, what kind of gestures do you add?" I complained weakly, my brows tightened unconsciously.

It's not that I'm particularly disgusted with him, it's that my aunt is abusing me.

I've had menstrual cramps since my first period.

There was one of the worst in junior high school, and I fainted directly in the bathroom. Ibuprofen has been my lifesaver for more than a decade.

"What's wrong, sweating so much?" Chu Qingchuan's voice was a little unreal, and as soon as I wanted to speak, the whole person fell forward.

He picked me up directly, put his cheek on my forehead, and asked, "Why is it cold sweat?"

"The medicine is in the bag, pour me a cup of hot water, thank you. "That familiar feeling of pain made me weak, and I felt like I was weak now.

I don't like to expose my weak side in front of outsiders, but my body is not angry, and I am helpless.

He put me on a bench in the hallway, it was late at this time, and the paramedics were in the break room.

The lights in the hallway dimmed, and there was silence.

After a while, he came over with a disposable paper cup filled with hot water, opened my bag, and turned out a pile of pills.

I saw him puzzled, looking from box to box to see the efficacy and indications.

"Stomach problems are serious?" he asked.

"You don't get sick much at first glance, and now you take four pills. Just give me this, thanks. I gestured to the box of ibuprofen extended-release capsules.

"Painkillers, stomach aches?" he saw my hand holding my lower abdomen.

Immediately after, he took my hand, and compared to the temperature of his palm, I was really reluctant to pull my hand out, and I could feel the coldness of my fingertips.

He looked at me for two seconds, then put his palm into the hem of my T-shirt and pressed it against my lower abdomen.

It's like a hot water bottle.

My eyes ached, and even though it was comfortable, I knew it wasn't right, so I wanted to push it away.

"Want to refuse? It seems that the pain is still light. Chu Qingchuan handed me the medicine box with his other hand and motioned for me to take the medicine.

In fact, my tears are not in the heat of his palm, but in the fact that I have seen Chu Jingnan also warm Li Yutong's lower abdomen like this.

It was the winter vacation of my junior year, we were at KTV with a group of friends, and my aunt suddenly felt abdominal pain when I was not punctual, and I sat in the corner with a pale face. Li Yutong came over and asked me what was wrong, and I told the truth.

After Chu Jingnan came over, I heard Li Yutong say to him that Aunt Jiaoyang was in pain, and then said that she also had this problem, and I heard that it would be much better if there was a warm big hand to protect it when it hurt.

Chu Jingnan looked at me, put his palm on Li Yutong's lower abdomen, and asked her with a smile if this was the case.

Li Yutong shyly put his hand on his palm, and said "um" with a crimson face.

I laughed silly on the sidelines, listening to my friends heckling him twice, and my heart tensed for a while.

"Are you better?" Chu Qingchuan's thick voice came, and I shook my head and jumped out of my memory.

"Thank you. The potency took effect in about half an hour. "I've been sick for a long time.

"Let's go, I don't think you want to be hospitalized for this disease. He let go and rubbed my hair.

I looked up at him, the light spreading a halo above, and somehow I thought of the male version of the archangel that is rarely seen in oil paintings.

"There's a hotel around here, I'll take you to rest. If you can't rest assured, it will be convenient to come early tomorrow morning. He picked me up without saying a word, looking very relaxed.

"I can walk on my own. I said bluntly.

"It's too slow. He stared ahead and strode like a meteor.

"Am I being hypocritical?" I asked self-deprecatingly, more like talking to myself.

"I haven't been hurt by a man when I'm so old, of course I have to learn to love myself. ”

Listening to his answer, I leaned into his arms with tears and laughter, and let him walk like the wind.