When Song Qiaobi took off her high heels, she suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain, and then realized that she seemed to have twisted her foot when she was running up the stairs just now.

It's not because I was too nervous at the time, I just wanted to get rid of Xiao Yuan and run home, and I couldn't care about the pain at all! Song Qiaobi cursed angrily to respect the demonic ancestor, but after that, he still didn't dare to delay his efforts, limped to hide his shoes, changed his clothes and washed his face, and turned back to the bed.

It was also dangerous, she had just been lying down for less than ten minutes when the door opened, and Zhou Chonghan came back.

Song Qiaobi only exposed one head outside the quilt, drooped his eyebrows, and looked at the comer with a pair of misty eyes, without saying a word.

"Are you feeling better?" Zhou Chonghan sat over, reached out and stroked her forehead, it was even hotter than in the morning, and he unconsciously raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you taken the medicine?" ”

How did he know that she was due to the sudden rise in her body temperature after running violently.

"I thought it was okay, so I didn't ......eat it," she replied timidly.

Zhou Chonghan shook his head with a calm face, got up and poured water to take medicine: "The disease is like a thread, how can there be a reason to cure the disease with a dose of medicine?" The fever has subsided, but there is inflammation in the body, and it is not cured......"

He walked back again, but saw that the person on the bed had red circles and the tip of her nose, and tears were swirling in her eyes, and then she struggled to prop herself up, leaned against the bed, took the medicine and water, and as soon as she tilted her neck, the tears flowed down the ends of her eyes and into her hair.

Zhou Chonghan couldn't see the woman crying, so he had to turn his face and go to get her a paper to smoke, but he heard her mutter: "I'm useless, I'm always bothering you, making you feel like I'm lying here...... But, to tell you the truth, Mr. Zhou...... I always thought you would pick me up and take me to my new house soon, so I quit the rental room...... I should have moved things out in a few days, but I'm sick again......"

"Where is that place where you live?" Zhou Chonghan interrupted her words and asked seriously.

"Jixian Road, Jingtai Garden behind the Hope Building."

Zhou Chonghan nodded: "Then how about helping you move things here first?" ”

Song Qiaobi wiped the corners of her eyes, wanted to nod but hesitated, raised her flushed face, and looked at Zhou Chonghan with tears: "If you think it's appropriate......

"Since I brought it up, it's no problem. Do you have a lot of stuff? Can I fit my car? ”

"No more, no less...... It's just a small suitcase, I've packed it all......"

"That's good, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, when you get better, you can take me over."

As a result, on the second day, although Song Qiaobi's cold was completely cured, his left ankle was swollen and tall, and he couldn't even walk on the ground, and it hurt when he touched it. "It's all my fault that when I went out to buy food yesterday, I was in a hurry to go downstairs, and I twisted my feet and didn't know ......," Song Qiaobi held her feet and explained aggrievedly.

"I guess it's a twist, and there is no ice at home, so I'll take you to the hospital directly." Zhou Chonghan didn't investigate it carefully, he walked out with her in his arms, it was not possible to go down the stairs, he had to carry it, he walked in front of her, bowed his back to her, Song Qiaobi leaned forward, and the whole person was attached to his back.

This is the second physical contact since the last time we had a bed, right?

Song Qiaobi put a pair of arms around his shoulders, hung his head into his neck, and took a gentle breath, it was the smell under the tip of his hair, the same as the smell of fragrance in the car that day, grapefruit, if it wasn't right now, she wanted to ask him, what kind of perfume he used, it smelled weird. With a slight blow, her lips were imprinted on the back of his neck, but they were light, as if they were absent, like a casual touch.

She made small movements behind his back, how could Zhou Chonghan not know, he was itchy, and a puppy with his tongue stuck out on the back of his neck, fluffy, hot, licking his ears and feverish, his back was soft and soft, like water stuck to his body, out of reach, not dry, and unclean.

Fortunately, the distance was not far, and when he got in the car, he let her sit down, but even after unloading the woman, Zhou Chonghan still felt that his back was still vaguely carrying something, as if he had been hit by a Gu, and he wanted to look back, but he was afraid that he would be like Zhu Bajie, and when he turned around, he found that it was a trap.

The preliminary diagnosis showed that the ankle was fine, and the injured tendons did not move the bones, so only bed rest and massage were sufficient.

The two of them ate some food together and tossed home, the morning passed, Zhou Chonghan felt that there was no point in going to the unit again, so he simply called the design institute to take a day off, and just had time to help Song Qiaobi transport things back from the rental house in the afternoon.

As soon as he was gone, she got up from the bed and went to the living room to rummage through his briefcase, trying to find some clues inside, but there was nothing in the bag except a few pages of drawings and a stack of papers.

Stuck in the sofa, Song Qiaobi twisted her eyebrows and sent a WeChat message to Du Qin to see what this Sherlock Holmes, who claimed to be the "cheating world", had any ideas.

Waiting for the news, Song Qiaobi inadvertently caught a glimpse of the stack of words that seemed to be printed with the word "divorce", and he was shocked all over, and hurriedly dragged it over, in black and white, in a regular printing format, and the full name of the text was the divorce agreement.

Party A: Zhou Chonghan, Party B: Song Qiaobi

The content of the agreement is roughly the same as the conditions mentioned orally last time, the only thing that makes Song Qiaobi uncomfortable is that where the two parties sign at the end of the text, Party A has already signed, and the position of Party B is vacated under the vigorous and powerful name, and it seems that he has been waiting for her for a long time.

Re-evaluating this account, Song Qiaobi suddenly saw a fact: the house is real estate, because she has to go in to live, so it is a property that cannot be moved, the car fell into her hands, it is also a second-hand goods, no matter how expensive the price has to be cut down by half, relying on seventy percent new, if she catches the opportunity to sell at a good price, it can also allow her to live a stable life, but how can her life in the future be in just a few years? In the final analysis, she still has to go out to accompany customers, she has to go out to fight for flies, and she has to do everything possible to marry herself.

However, the symbol of "divorce" is like an ink stab in the face, and it is clearly visible to people wherever it goes, and it is criticized by others.

Everything can't stand careful consideration, and you can only think when you change positions, otherwise you will always stand and talk without backache. Song Qiaobi suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath at this time, and felt sorry for himself. But if she turns her face and doesn't divorce this marriage, he may not even give this little benefit, and in a fit of anger, he simply let's see you in court! She is a small grassroots PK at the bottom of the society, a big intellectual who learns to be rich and rich, and connects China and the West? is reasonable, she is not dead, and finally gets a clean house, which is really a loss for her wife and soldiers.

Song Qiaobi felt that she may have inherited her Lao Tzu's gambling spirit, believing in the truth of high risk and high reward, in the bet on marriage, she is willing to let go and let luck go, the ending is nothing more than two, either once turned over, straight to the clouds, or a defeat, the four are empty.

……

Zhou Chonghan took back her box and helped her put her things away, and it was also evening.

"Are you hungry?" He was hungry, this day, he only circled around Song Qiaobi alone, but the mobile phone over there kept all the time, the engineering department, the business department, and the college department seemed to be unable to play without him.

"Hmm," Song Qiaobi nodded obediently.

"I'm going to cook some noodles." He got up and went into the kitchen, where he was ping pong chopping vegetables in a few moments.

He makes tomatoes and lo mein.

Song Qiaobi remembered that this was the breakfast that her mother used to make for her when she was a child, stir-fried green onions in hot oil, and boiled juice with tomatoes. The marinade is poured on top of the noodles, which is thick and fragrant, and steaming. When she was a child, she liked to roll noodles on chopsticks, like lollipops, and suck them into her mouth with a shiver, silky and chewy...... She remembered her mother's words - hungry, homesick, full of homesickness.

Now, he also served her such a bowl, and she suddenly understood her mother's words, find someone who can feed you, and that is home. She smiled: "I didn't expect you to know not only architecture, but also cooking." ”

"It's just a bowl of noodles, and I don't know how to cook."

"I don't believe it...... You've been abroad for so long, and British food isn't delicious, can you still cook two Chinese dishes? ”

Zhou Chonghan smiled faintly: "Maybe a little better than you." ”

Song Qiaobi was stunned for a moment, remembering her masterpiece that day, she also laughed, and gently pushed Zhou Chonghan: "Do you want to be so bad!" Returning to the disgust, he smiled again: "This noodle is really delicious, the same as my mother's cooking...... Not to mention, Mr. Zhou, you are really an all-round man who can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. ”

Zhou Chonghan was familiar with her verbal skills, didn't say anything, got up and left the table to wash the dishes.

When he came back, Song Qiaobi was already nested in the sofa, cross-legged on the medicine, and when he saw him coming, he called him: "Teacher Zhou...... Can you help me......"

Zhou Chonghan also wanted to help her with medicine and massage after eating, but he saw her reclining on her arms, her loose pajamas faded under her shoulders, revealing her arms and jade skin, now narrow and long collarbones, her chest light was half hidden and half visible, her waist was undulating, and she stretched out her legs and hooked her feet, which seemed to be teasing.

Zhou Chonghan was slightly stunned, he was already a little vigilant in his heart, but he was not timid, he walked over directly, took the medicine, and covered her ankle, don't look at her left ankle is swollen, not symmetrical with the other, but she was born with a pair of white and tender jade feet, with a pink color, and the rhythm is like two newborn mice, which makes people feel sorry for her.

The ancients favored beautiful feet, it seems that it is not all unreasonable, Zhou Chonghan felt that his hand was pinched on such a pair of feet, like walking a tightrope, full of danger, but he also calmed down and did not act, but he was a little curious about what would happen to her next.

Song Qiaobi didn't do anything, just smiled and hid his feelings, giggled: "It's itchy......" frowned again: "It hurts." ”

Zhou Chonghan felt that the foot in his hand was like a rabbit, and he needed to be comforted repeatedly in the palm of his hand.

"Mr. Zhou has probably never massaged a woman's feet......" she tilted her head to look at him.

Zhou Chonghan glanced at her: "How was the massage?" What if you don't? ”

"It's nothing special, but if I haven't pressed it, it's my greatest honor, Mr. Zhou's first dedication to me."

Zhou Chonghan raised the corners of his mouth and snorted: "What about you?" Sounds quite experienced, is it always massaged? ”

"Huh...... Why, haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? She didn't answer him directly, and said with a smile: "But massage is indeed an art, paying attention to meridian acupoints, I have really read a few books on this subject, and I can test it with you later." ”

Zhou Chonghan asked: "Are you planning to demonstrate teaching?" ”

"Does Mr. Zhou mind becoming a classmate of Zhou?"

Zhou Chonghan smiled and said, "Of course I don't mind, but which part of the massage you studied is in?" Is it also a foot? ”

Song Qiaobi also laughed: "You can't guess, Teacher Zhou, why don't I show you......"

Zhou Chonghan was slightly stunned, seeing that her eyes were like water, full of tenderness, and there seemed to be an ambiguity in the atmosphere, swinging between the two of them, lingering. Lonely men and widows, living in the same room, one is charming and moving, how can the other sit still? Her little foot reached his belly, and he let go, looked up, and looked at her with a smile.

The two of them knew this, so they couldn't help but get closer, she leaned over, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and licked his lips lightly, and he subconsciously went to catch her lip flap......

Just when the mistake of that night was about to be repeated again, Zhou Chonghan's mobile phone suddenly rang, and the sound was horizontal between the two people, ringing non-stop.

"I'm going to answer the phone." Zhou Chonghan got up and walked to the balcony, as soon as he left, Song Qiaobi's phone rang as if she was infected, she looked down and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and she pressed it directly.

After a while, the phone rang again, and it was still the same number.

This time, Song Qiaobi picked it up, but no one spoke after feeding it for a long time, and just when Song Qiaobi was about to hang up the phone, the other party spoke: "Abi, ......"

As soon as Song Qiaobi heard this, his head suddenly buzzed, and he grabbed a sentence in a daze: "What...... It's you? ”。