In the text message, he asked: Have you been to the bank? Yaru lost his temper with me today, if you say anything serious, don't take it to heart.

I stared at the screen stupidly and smiled, and his concern made me feel very warm.

My heart was sweet, and I replied to him after careful consideration: I have been there, thank you Mr. Zhuang, Sister Yaru is very good to me.

Actually, I especially want to ask them why they lose their temper, but I shouldn't care about the private affairs between their husband and wife.

I waited for a long time and didn't receive a reply from him, and my heart was empty, because Sister Yaru wouldn't let me watch TV, so I wanted to go to the study to find two books.

After thinking about it, I felt that I still had to talk to him when I went to his office, so I took the initiative to send him a text message: Mr. Zhuang, I'll go to the study to borrow two books to read.

He replied with a short word: OK.

My phone is the cheapest one, and I never like to carry it with me before, and I only use it once in a while when I need to make a call. Since he texted me last night, I suddenly liked the feeling of holding my phone in my hand, and I couldn't help but look at the screen for fear of missing his text.

Zhao Yaru was chatting happily with the guests, I entered the study lightly, and when I was reading the titles of the books in rows, my mobile phone rang again: Okay, read something light-hearted.

There was another burst of joy in my heart, knowing that he cared about my stomach, but I still couldn't help being happy.

His study was so large that the shelves almost occupied a wall, and when I found the center of the bookshelf, my ears seemed to echo his heavy gasps. The image of that afternoon played out automatically in my head again, and my heart felt like a fire was burning, and I panicked and wanted to smoke a book and go back to my room.

At this time, Mr. Zhuang sent another message: You can look at the leftmost book in the first row.

My breathing suddenly began to rapid, and I glanced at the center of the bookshelf in a hurry, pulled out the one he recommended and hurried back to my room.

I took a few long breaths before I finally suppressed the heat in my heart, and when I looked at it again, it was a Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale. I couldn't help but pout, did Mr. Zhuang treat me like a child?

At this moment, Zhao Yaru knocked on the door and came in directly without waiting for me to answer.

I humbly hid my phone and books behind me, but she still saw it: "You just went to the study?"

I opened my mouth to tell her that Mr. Zhuang agreed to let me in to borrow the book, but in retrospect, she definitely didn't like me texting Mr. Zhuang in private.

So I gritted my teeth and quickly lowered my head to admit my mistake: "Sister Yaru, I'm sorry, I just felt bored, so I went in and took a book to read." ”

I handed Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale as I spoke, but her eyes glanced at my other hand, and my heart tightened, and I quickly spread the phone in my hand in front of her.

may not have seen any suspicious items, but her face softened a little: "My husband usually works in the study at home, and there are important materials in it, so try not to go in in the future." Tell me what book you want to read, and I'll help you find it. ”

I nodded wryly, not daring to reply to anything.

Actually, I felt very sad in my heart, did she think I had stolen something? Although my family was poor, my grandmother taught me not to steal things short-handedly.

Zhao Yaru saw that I had a good attitude, and she didn't get angry anymore: "They are going to eat here at night, and you try to talk as little as possible at the dinner table." ”

I've never been good at dealing with people, and I'll definitely be nervous when the time comes: "Sister Yaru, can I eat in the room?"

She shook her head and refused: "I said that you are a distant relative, how can you not eat together? Don't be nervous, you can just eat when the time comes, and I will deal with them." ”

It was almost time to eat, so I went out with her.

I smiled at them crampedly, and I didn't dare to look up at them, so I just let Zhao Yaru pull me to the sofa next to me and sit down. They looked at me and casually complimented me on how young I was, but the squint of my eyes made me uncomfortable.

During the meal, they kept discussing all kinds of famous brands, and I didn't understand them at all, so I ate with my head bored on the plate in front of me, and didn't dare to interject.

But they seem to be very rich, and they have been chatting about all kinds of brand-name bags, and the sister next to me always wants to pull me to talk together, but I haven't even seen what they say, how can I participate?

Once again, I was deeply aware that there was too much difference between my life and that of Mr. Zhuang. Thinking of my grandmother, who was still lying on the hospital bed waiting for surgery, and my uncle, who was in debt, I suddenly felt that it was time for me to take care of myself. What right do I have to secretly love Mr. Chong? He will never like a dirty bun like me.

My muffled voice was silent, which made the sister next to me angry: "Yaru, you distant sister can't speak? It's really rude, how can others talk to her all the time silent." ”

"She's afraid of life, what is there to talk to her. Zhao Yaru saw that I was almost finished, and patted my hand gently, "Didn't you say dizziness just now? ”

I smiled at Zhao Yaru gratefully, hurriedly finished the rice and hurriedly left the restaurant.

I heard the elder sister muttering dissatisfiedly, "You look poor, how can you have such a relative?"

Suddenly, my footsteps stopped, and I clenched my fists and trembled lightly with anger. I'm poor, but I didn't get in the way of you? I wasn't rude to you just now, I didn't know how to answer your words.

Zhao Yaru laughed awkwardly twice and casually opened the topic.

I gritted my teeth and walked to the door as I walked heavily, and somehow they suddenly started talking about children.

The sister who said I was poor asked Zhao Yaru: "I'm going to have a child in the second half of the year, what about you, Yaru?"

Zhao Yaru naturally lied: "Actually, I just got pregnant." ”

I didn't dare to continue eavesdropping, and when I went back to the room, I found that my palms were already sweating.

With a sour nose, I rushed to the bedside and turned on my phone to take a look, but Mr. Zhuang didn't text again.

I folded my knees on the bed and flipped through the fairy tale book, thinking absentmindedly what Mr. Zhuang would be doing at this moment, and whether he would also think I was poor.

He and Zhao Yaru should both think so, I am really poor, otherwise I would not have sold my uterus to give birth to a child in their family.

My heart was sore and swollen, and I read several text messages from Mr. Zhuang several times, and finally found a trace of warmth from them.

Half-asleep and half-awake I dreamed of Mr. Zhuang, who whispered my name softly in my ear, and those big magical hands roamed around my body, and I couldn't help but make a sound of shame in my dreams.

This is a colored dream, I dreamed that I finally lay in Mr. Zhuang's arms and fell asleep peacefully, and when I couldn't help but drill into his arms in the dream, I suddenly felt that there was really one more person behind me.

I was startled and suddenly woke up.

When I opened my eyes, the person lying next to me and holding me was not Mr. Zhuang, but who was it?