CHAPTER XXXIX

"Going to the Soup and Fire" / Call me Meow

In my life, the most feared thing is not being able to meet someone who makes you have the urge to go to the soup.

Yao Qian put Zigui on the bed, changed her clothes, and she turned over and slept soundly. I don't know what I dreamed of, but the little guy smacked his mouth, and he looked very cute.

After touching her daughter's face, Yao Qian turned off the light and returned to the living room. Lying in his hand was a text message that had been checked, an unfamiliar phone number, and a familiar tone.

"Shen Bai, how have you ever turned back."

She has read a simple sentence many times, and she can't bear to read it again after reading it every time. How dare she turn back, he has been walking in front of him.

Neon lights flashed outside the window, and night in City C was coming earlier and earlier.

Until tonight, she had always thought she was a person who wanted nothing. She's not, she's still going to have a plan. Otherwise, downstairs, she wouldn't have said that to Chen Ziang.

Now they have responded to that sentence, it is better not to see each other, and they will not miss it.

She curled up in the couch and bent her legs. In the darkness, a look of exhaustion flashed in her eyes.

It was just dawn, and Yao Qian woke up and found that she had slept on the sofa all night. Rubbing his sore arm, he looked up and saw the clothes on his body.

The man's suit jacket, when you get closer, you can smell a faint fragrance, not the smell of perfume, but more like soap. Yao Qian was slightly stunned with her clothes, and subconsciously looked around, she was the only one in the entire living room. She smiled wryly and let go of her heart.

I was in too much of a hurry last night, so I brought Chen Ziang's clothes back directly. I threw it on the sofa casually, but I didn't expect to end up falling asleep and unconsciously draped it on my body.

Yao Qian took the clothes to the bathroom, hesitated for a moment, and then took the clothes back to the living room to hang them. Her hand caressed the collar of her dress, which still had many folds. The fabric of the clothes is good, the fit and various parts are fine. The slender hand carefully fastened each button and touched it before withdrawing it.

Deliberately ignoring the man in the suit that came to mind, he went straight to the bathroom to wash.

When the doorbell rang, Yao Qian was coaxing Zigui to breakfast. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall, this point was probably only Lu Zhao would come over.

"Lu Zhao, how are you..."

Here it comes.

The door opened, and Chen Ziang, who was standing outside the door, frowned tightly and looked at her meaningfully. His dark eyes seemed to be a little hurt, but not very real. Yao Qian's gaze collided with him, quickly moved away, and landed on his chest.

Chen Ziang sat downstairs with her all night, and he restrained himself from going upstairs all night. From night to dawn, he thought about a lot of things, from their acquaintance to their later separation. As Yao Qian said, many things have been doomed from the beginning. However, many things are not as simple as they seem.

He wanted to be in front of her and tell her that he had looked back when she had walked behind him in those years. He wanted to tell her that he had been behind her all these years, but she hadn't looked back, not once.

The two were silent for a while, and Chen Ziang opened his mouth first, "I... Come get my clothes. ”

It's a far-fetched reason, but it's the only reason he can think of.

Yao Qian turned to look at the clothes she had hung on the hanger, and then turned her head to look at him. Just after taking one more look, Yao Qian unexpectedly found that Chen Ziang was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and the collar of his shirt was still half-rolled like last night.

He didn't seem to know how embarrassed he was now, his left eye was bruised and bruised, and the corners of his mouth were swollen.

Still silent, "Can you go in and speak?" ”

Seeing him like this, Yao Qian was so distressed that she forgot to refuse, and Chen Ziang walked in from her side. When I saw it, I saw Zigui sitting at the dinner table.

Zigui also turned his head to look at him, wrinkled his little nose, and said worriedly, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?" ”

There was a nasal tone in his tone, as if he was about to cry. Yao Qian didn't come back to her senses, and opened her mouth to explain that Chen Ziang had already walked to Zigui's side and comforted: "Uncle walked fast and fell on the road. Sub-rules, don't be afraid. ”

The soft little hand stretched out, carefully landed on Chen Ziang's face, and gently leaned up and blew with a small mouth, "Zigui is not afraid, and uncle should not cry." ”

"Okay." Chen Ziang agreed, as if he had been hit by something in his heart.

Zigui moved again, got out of the chair, and ran to the bedroom, coming out with a box of Band-Aids in his hand. She took Yao Qian's hand, "Mom, you help your uncle post this." ”

Yao Qian looked down at her daughter's innocent face, a faint pain in the corner of her forehead, and pressed her temple with one hand. She wondered when her daughter had become so acquainted with this man. It's not good, it's not good.

Over there, Chen Ziang was staring at her intently, with small ripples in his eyes, and there was a trace of indescribable emotion. At this point, it was too late for her to chase people away.

Chen Ziang was sitting on the sofa, and Yao Qian was holding an alcohol-soaked cotton swab to disinfect his wound. His face seemed to be blown by the wind, and it was a little cold. Although Yao Qian had been deliberately keeping her distance, the two were still very close. She had been avoiding looking directly at him, her eyes lowered, and she only looked at his wounds.

He kept looking at her, blinking his eyes occasionally. That scorching gaze made Yao Qian want to withdraw his hand several times and get up to leave. The night passed, the wound congealed, and he didn't even clean it. Yao Qian's brows furrowed, very lightly, and the ghost said in a daze: "The wound will have bacteria, remember to clean it up immediately next time." ”

"Okay." He agreed, the corners of his mouth already slightly raised.

Yao Qian was stunned, raised her eyes to look at Chen Ziang, and was speechless at that smiling face. I wanted to ask him what the text message he sent last night meant, but I panicked and said "um" for no reason.

The cotton swab in her hand came from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, and the alcohol evaporated on the wound, making the distracted Chen Ziang gasp. Yao Qian's hand paused, and the strength increased.

He turned his face slightly sideways and half-squinted at her. Her hair was dark, with short hair sliding down her ears, obscuring half of her face, occasionally hooking her hair behind her ears with her free hand before continuing to medicate him. Her eyelashes were long, curvy, and as beautiful as her eyes.

In the past, she would always hold his hand and ask him vigorously, "Chen Ziang, do you think I look good?" ”

He remembers his answer being, "Okay." ”

It's not very beautiful, but it's very beautiful.

She did not feel disappointed in his answer, but continued to ask him: "Then where do you say I look the best?" ”

Without hesitation, he replied, "Eyes." ”

"Why?"

"Beautiful."

At that time, her eyes were always full of fire-like passion, and whenever she looked at him, only his figure was reflected in those eyes. In her absence, he met many women, who were either beautiful and generous, or charming, or lovely. But none of them could get into his eyes, not because they weren't good enough, but because those eyes didn't have the kind of burning that he remembered.

Now, it's the same pair of eyes, but it's dull.

Chen Ziang suddenly grabbed her hand holding the cotton swab, and pity, flowing from Qingwei's eyes. When Yao Qian raised her eyes in surprise, she let go.

"Thanks, I'll go first."

Get up and leave. Even the clothes on the hanger were forgotten to be taken.

This was the first time he had fled in front of her, and even after getting out of the apartment and sitting in the car, Chen Ziang was still panting. The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was very low, but he was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

His abdomen began to ache, and it was his stomach.

Raise your eyes and take another look upstairs and step on the gas pedal to leave.

The reason why he appeared yesterday is simple: the cooperation project between Marriott and Mawson has been launched again, and the two parties have discussed it again according to the progress of the project. This is his thirteenth visit to City C in two months, and he is often away from home, even busier than his father, who is the chairman of Marriott. Back in City A, due to the injury on his face, Chen Ziang did not go back to the company first this time, but went home.

Chen Jing was the only one in the living room, holding a document in his hand, and when he came back, he put the coffee in his hand aside, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly on his gentle face, "I'm back." ”

"Hmm." Chen Ziang nodded, changed his shoes and went upstairs.

He is always dressed neatly, and when he comes back and goes out, it is exactly the same. Today, there are some stains on the collar of his white shirt, and the suit he wore before is nowhere to be seen. Chen Jing looked at his son lightly, found a few red marks on Chen Ziang's face, estimated that it was a potion, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on on your face?" ”

Chen Ziang stopped at the top of the stairs, touched the corners of his mouth that was still a little painful, and his eyebrows became much more serious, "A little accident, nothing." ”

"Flying to C City again?" Chen Jing put down the documents he had read in his hand, put his hands in front of him, and pulled the corners of his mouth mockingly, "I really didn't know that City C has such a great charm that makes you forget to return." ”

Chen Ziang's eyes dimmed, and he didn't say anything.

Although Chen Jing is usually a little more serious, he is satisfied with this son after all. Even if his son is always doing something that is difficult for him to understand, as long as it is not too much, he will not interfere. Glancing at the wound on his face again, he cleared his throat and said, "Go up and rest, your mother and I will go to Uncle Gu's house for dinner in the evening, and let Auntie cook you some food." ”

"Hmm." Chen Ziang answered, turned around and went upstairs.

Downstairs, Yang Xue, who came back from the Gu family next door, saw her son's shoes at the entrance, and immediately smiled. Walking to the living room, only her husband was sitting there, "Chen Jing, is Ziang back?" ”

"Upstairs, just got back."

Yang Xue raised her eyes and glanced upstairs, and saw that her son's bedroom door was tightly closed, so she gave up going upstairs and sat directly next to Chen Jing, and sighed, "That kid from the Gu family is about to get married, and our son doesn't even have a partner." ”

It is said that starting a family is a man's lifelong responsibility, but Chen Ziang is thirty years old, but he has never had the intention of starting a family. Originally, Yang Xue was not in a hurry at all, when she married Chen Jing, Chen Jing was about this age. However, when I just saw the daughter-in-law brought back by Gu Jinchen at the Gu family, I was very envious.

Chen Jing raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly: "Don't worry about it, he is a measured person." ”

For some reason, he was never worried about that. 166 Reading Network