Ji Qingling looked at himself in the mirror, pretending to be calm with panicked anticipation in his eyes, and even a hint of happiness and sweetness.

She fell asleep in the hospital last night, he must have sent her back, the back of her hand that was swollen because of the hanging water has almost disappeared, but there is still a little faint bruise, probably the effect of the hot water bottle.

She knew that her neck and shoulders would ache for a long time after sitting and sleeping, but now she didn't feel this way, maybe he made her pillow in the hospital last night, and he carried her out of the hospital and carried her to her bed......

Just imagining it makes her face crimson, and the woman in the mirror with eyes like autumn water and a budding spring heart still looks like her?

She never thought that a man like Fu Zijun would have such a gentle side, and the heart wall that she had built with great difficulty was crumbling again.

He was the man she had always longed for, but she had never been able to get close, but she didn't expect that when she was about to give up, he would take the initiative to come over.

Maybe this time will be different, they will be happily together and have a lively and lovely child......

Child! Her face turned pale, and the beautiful face of Aiko Toshijun appeared in front of her again.

He looked at her with a white face and resentment, "I don't want you to be my mother!" You don't deserve to be my mom! ……”

Her heart ached violently, and she slowly slipped against the wall, how could she forget about Jì Junjun? Forget those painful days, forget the resentment and collapse he brought her?

She closed her eyes in fear, she couldn't allow herself to be so weak anymore! She was born again for herself, not to give herself to him again.

Washing her face with cold water, she had to cheer up, she still had her own life to live, and she didn't expect anything from him anymore.

She wasted a lot of time when she was sick last night, and she simply didn't bother to eat breakfast, so she sat down at her desk and continued to nibble on books.

Fu Zijun waited outside the door and waited, but he didn't see her open the door for a long time, and couldn't help frowning, could it be that something happened again?

Ji Qingling opened the door unhappily, looking at Fu Zijun outside the door, she had just entered the state and was interrupted by his knock on the door, and her dissatisfaction was overflowing.

"The porridge is just hot, hurry up and eat it." He opened his mouth indifferently, but he was secretly paying attention to her expression, feeling that her appearance was a little colder than just now, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart, and even a dull pain.

"Porridge? What porridge? Guarding her heart, she felt that she could face him calmly again.

"You have a bad stomach, what kind of porridge can you eat, white porridge." He looked back at her with a blank face.

She glanced at the still steaming porridge on the table, and suddenly felt hungry, and she didn't pay attention to any politeness, nor did she think about any integrity, and sat down at the table without hesitation and began to drink porridge.

"You cooked it?"

"Bought it." He sat down in the seat across from her and went on with his business.

She was immediately relieved, if a young master like Fu Zijun, who didn't touch the spring water with his fingers, was willing to cook porridge for her, she would not be moved to cry bitterly and promise herself.

Ji Qingling was concentrating on drinking porridge, but his attention was not on the computer screen in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but glance at her, her eating appearance was definitely not elegant, but it was not rude, there was a very natural cuteness, as if she was enjoying the world's top food, but it was obviously a bowl of white porridge that was not too ordinary, was it better than the taste of the porridge shop last night?

"If only I could add a bag of mustard vegetables." She licked her lips after drinking the porridge, but unfortunately the inventory at home was all swept away by her, and she should have gone to the supermarket to replenish the stock last night.

Mustard? The hand tapping on the keyboard paused, he has always disliked to eat pickled food with a strong taste, although his eating habits are Western-style, but he usually eats some porridge and side dishes for breakfast, I remember that she still lived with him at that time, and every day breakfast was a small dish fried by her own hands, and there was never any pickled food, he thought she didn't like to eat either.

He was stunned, she was already humming a song and washing the dishes.

"Thanks." Passing by his side, a low sound made him a little distracted.

"Wait." He grabbed her hand.

She stopped, her face was a little cold, her eyes were staring straight at his hand, he let go of his hand unhurriedly, and his expression was calm, "If there is anything that won't happen, just come out and ask me, as if I paid you the rent." ”

She was stunned, but she didn't refuse, her foundation was too weak, she really needed someone to help counsel, anyway, she couldn't love him anymore, and now this kind of mutual aid life is not bad, anyway, no one owes anyone.

With the tutoring of the scholar Fu Zijun, her efficiency has really been greatly improved, in order to facilitate learning, she simply took the computer to the restaurant, one laptop per person, each bowed her head and was busy with her own business, and asked him at any time when she encountered a problem that she would not know.

Her efficiency is high, but he is constantly distracted, and he will always inadvertently see her frowning and contemplative, looking down and flipping through the book, suddenly realized, and focused on typing the keyboard, the room is very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the coffee machine "cooing" work.

At that moment, his heart softened.

"At this pace, I'll be able to make a smooth transition tomorrow." Ji Qingling was in a good mood and stretched her waist, with the help of Fu Zijun, her task was finally completed by stumbling, although the reading experience of those three books was still very rough, but it was really the result of her rough reading, she did not take the shortcut pointed out by Fang Zhongnan, and she did not let Shen Fuyan help her cover up, which was worthy of herself.

"Where are you going?" Fu Zijun raised his head and looked at her who had changed her clothes and was about to go out.

"I went to the supermarket, and I didn't have any food at home." After a few days of eating takeout, I was almost tired of dying, and finally had time to cook by myself, of course, I had to treat myself to cooking.

"I'll go with you." He closed his computer.

"Aren't you busy?" She looked at him suspiciously, he was almost at home these days, in her memory he had always been so busy that he couldn't see the end of the dragon, 300 days out of 365 days a year was out on business, and now he not only stayed at home all day, but also had time to accompany her to the supermarket? Is Fu going out of business?

"These days off." His expression was sparse, and no matter how curious she was, she couldn't see any trace of affection on his face.

She laughed, "Your own company is still on vacation, and the boss is so mixed, and his subordinates are even more mixed, if the company collapses one day, you all have to drink the northwest wind." ”

He glanced at her lightly, "Can't you expect me to be better?" ”

She laughed silently, she felt that now Fu Zijun was not as unapproachable and unattainable as she had in her impression, a god-like figure suddenly fell into the dust, it turned out to be just an ordinary man, she was crazy in adoration and admiration for him back then, maybe she just fell in love with a man in her fantasy, she never really knew him, and blindly gave and endured him who had become his religious belief, and that kind of love was probably not what he wanted, when he regarded him as a friend, The relationship between the two became natural.

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