Duan Yi took care of Qingchen for half the night, and it wasn't until her brows stretched out that he stopped what he was doing, and the water had already been changed several times, and Qingchen's sweat would be wiped clean.

The face was clean, sweat from the neck down, black hair was stained on the sides of the neck, the face was flushed, and the mouth was dry.

Duan Yi stretched out her hand to untie her pajamas and wipe her, but stopped in mid-air, if she knew what she was doing early in the morning, she would have to cry.

With a sigh, he turned down and went to the living room to get a glass of warm water, and found a cotton swab to wipe her mouth.

She muttered uncomfortably, muttering something in her mouth, and Duan Yi leaned closer to hear it.

"Uncomfortable, Duan Yi, brother."

His hand was beaten, his heart was beating, and he couldn't restrain himself, but seeing her uncomfortable appearance, he couldn't hold back.

When Qingchen woke up the next day, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, the curtains were drawn tightly, her body was slimy, her memory only stayed on one hand covering her abdomen, and the rest of her memory was gone.

There was no one in the room, she was still a little weak, she straightened up and sat down for a while, and then she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When she went downstairs, Duan Yi was already preparing lunch, and when she saw her coming down,

"There's porridge on the table, drink it."

She didn't dare to die today like last night, so she sat down at the table and drank porridge in small sips.

After drinking for a while, she spoke,

"Thank you for taking care of me last night."

Duan Yi didn't reply, there was a faint smell of chicken soup wafting out of the kitchen, and he didn't have to think that he had bought fresh one this morning.

Qingchen sat at the table and swiped his phone boringly, Duan Yi was busy in the kitchen, and after a while, he began to eat outside, and Qingchen got up and prepared to help him.

"Sit, I don't want you to come." After he finished speaking, he put on his gloves and went to serve the casserole.

Qingchen pursed his mouth and continued to stay in his seat.

A chicken broth, crucian carp tofu soup left over from last night, and a plate of light greens.

Duan Yi scooped a bowl of soup for her, and tore a chicken leg for her, the chicken was already cooked until it was deboned, soft and delicious, and Qingchen's appetite was great, and he was preparing to eat and clothe himself, and he tore the chicken with his hands, but his hand was slapped away by Duan Yi.

"Just taste it, and eat the greens."

Qingchen was stunned, "Then why are you making a pot?" ”

He didn't reply, and moved the casserole with chicken in front of him, side by side with the crucian carp tofu soup, but instead of taking a bite, he drank the fish soup from last night.

Seeing that she didn't pick up vegetables, Duan Yi gave her a chopstick of green vegetables,

"Be nice and eat again in the evening."

She was almost twenty-eight years old, not a little girl in her teens or early twenties, and she would be moved or happy when she heard a man say that she was obedient.

She only understands that Duan Yi is indeed for her health, and it is good to have heard other superfluous words.

I couldn't go to the store, and I couldn't prepare the ingredients, so she sent a WeChat message to Assistant Zhou.

Light Dust: Assistant Zhou

Duan Yi's mobile phone rang on the table, she looked at it, she couldn't see it clearly from too far away, Duan Yi was washing dishes in the kitchen, she shouted towards the kitchen,

"Your phone is ringing."

Duan Yi responded,

Qingchen then sent a message,

Light Dust: Can I give you your dessert every other day? I was sick today and didn't have time to prepare the ingredients

The message was sent successfully, Duan Yi's mobile phone rang again, she was a little strange, why did his mobile phone ring as soon as she sent a message, she got up to look, and as soon as she saw the screen that was off, the mobile phone was taken away by Duan Yi.

Qingchen watched him swipe his phone and type a few words on the screen, he should have pressed the send button, and then looked at his phone, but he didn't receive a reply.

"Stingy." She muttered, he wasn't like this before, he could look at his phone whenever he wanted, but now he couldn't touch it.

At the end of the day, the relationship is different, and the things that can be done are different.

Assistant Zhou replied to her after half an hour, telling her that she was just in a meeting, and said that it didn't matter, she could send it whenever she wanted.

When she went back, there was no response.

I don't have to go to the store today, Duan Yi set up a computer in the living room to work, and Qingchen sat on the side to watch variety shows.

Suddenly, her lower abdomen began to hurt again, and the feeling of drooping was serious, she quietly covered her lower abdomen with her hand, and Duan Yi did not miss her small movements.

"Hurts again?" He stopped what he was doing and poured her a cup of hot water.

She nodded, but she felt different from last night, suddenly there seemed to be a warm current flowing out of her lower body, she was stunned for a moment, and then her face flushed, and she immediately stood up.

"What's wrong?" He looked at her quizzically.

She opened her mouth, not knowing how to speak, and finally her eyes opened and closed,

"I'll go upstairs first."

After speaking, he slipped out, leaving Duan Yi in place with a confused expression, and then he saw a little red on the sofa.

Qingchen was in a daze in the bathroom upstairs, because of last night's abdominal pain, she recruited all her relatives who shouldn't have come, and the most important thing was that she found that she didn't have the corresponding "tools" prepared.

The move was too hasty, the rental house had been used up, there were a lot of things recently, and I forgot to buy it when I went to the supermarket, and now my relatives came in advance and were unprepared.

She dealt with herself first, and with a hint of luck, she went through her suitcase, trying to find a life-saving straw, but to no avail, she was a little discouraged, changed her clothes and prepared to go downstairs to buy.

There was a knock on the door, and she answered.

"I've got something out there for you." It's a translation.

Qingchen opened the door suspiciously, and a bag of things and a glass of brown sugar water were placed at the door.

The bag was full of "tools", which she used day and night, and she locked the door when she took it, and her heart was pounding.

She didn't like to remember her menstrual period before, and every time Duan Yi reminded her not to give her ice in the first few days, not to lift heavy objects for her, and said that she should protect her well.

Even Qingchen felt a little embarrassed, but Duan Yi could do it in an orderly manner.

Duan Yi in college was known as the twenty-four filial piety boyfriend, handsome, motivated, and single-minded to his girlfriend, and they couldn't find a second Duan Yi in school.

When he went downstairs again, Duan Yi was still in the kitchen and didn't know what he was busy with.

She stood at the kitchen door and looked around, not seeing what he was doing,

"Did you go out and buy it?" The question was extremely vague.

"Don't you know there's such a thing as takeout?"

"Oh." She replied that she was too busy to forget that there was still this thing.

He scooped something out of the pot and brought it out, and Qingchen saw that it was brown sugar balls.

"Come here." He called her.

"Let's eat, I can only eat so much today, eat a little less chicken at night, okay?" He consulted with her.

"Okay." She happily agreed.

She ate happily, Duan Yi felt a little uncomfortable, he shouldn't be used to her like this, he already had abdominal pain, and eating these affected his stomach, but if he didn't do it for her, he felt distressed.

It's a dilemma, and being Lin Qingchen's ex-boyfriend is the hardest.

His computer is still full of data reports and model analysis that Qingchen can't understand, and her mobile phone is an ordinary dessert video.

Since reuniting with Duan Yi, she has felt that the gap between the two is too big more than once, and it is obvious that it is on the surface.

She thought that she had lived a very good life alone in the past few years, and she had things that most people didn't have, but she didn't expect Duan Yi to "catch up with the British and the United States" and surpass her too much.

If that's the case, will his vision improve, will he see more, and he won't be nostalgic for the past, but it's not good, he keeps going up, it's best not to look back.

Although he grew up in Chunxi Road, he is different from the people in Chunxi Road.

Duan Yi of Jiangning University, although he was born in a poor family, has outstanding talents, and since him, it is difficult for Jiangning to come out of my generation.

"What are you?" She couldn't help but ask him.

Maybe he forgot that he was still in the cold war, or maybe he was in a good mood, he responded to her small talk,

"Stock Data Analysis."

"It looks amazing." She began to blow awkwardly.

He snorted, and without any further words, Qingchen couldn't find anything to say, silently eating brown sugar balls, and looking at the dessert tutorial on his phone.

"You're pretty good at that, too."

Qingchen looked up at him, he turned off the computer at some point, and watched the tutorial in the video with her.

"If you have hands, you can, where is it powerful."

"That's also very powerful, and some people can't do it if they have hands." He answered.

"Chapter one?"

As she spoke, they both laughed at the same time.

Zhang Yi, who was far away in the city, sneezed, and the little daughter-in-law hurriedly added a coat to him.

"Don't freeze, wear more."

Zhang Yi smiled, held the little daughter-in-law's face and kissed it, "Wait for my husband to come home." ”

"He hasn't learned to cook yet, and he and his current wife know each other because he ate a meal cooked by someone else, and he thought this person was really good, and finally became his daughter-in-law." Qingchen said.

"I know, I made the match."

"Huh? Did you match? Qingchen looked at him.

Zhang Yi's wife was made by Duan Yi, at that time Zhang Yi had something to ask Duan Yi for help, and after the end, he attended a party, Zhang Yi's daughter-in-law was inside, and she was a guest at a friend's house, and Zhang Yi's daughter-in-law made a steamed sea bass, which is Zhang Yi's favorite food, and this one is wrong.

He shouted and asked who did it, to marry someone home, Zhang Yi's daughter-in-law was still a pure little girl at the time, and she immediately blushed half of her face when he said this.

As soon as Zhang Yi said to do it, the girl avoided him and disappeared, so he moved out Duan Yi's big Buddha, and Duan Yi asked people out to sit with Zhang Yi and chattered, and it was done.

The girl promised to look at Zhang Yi first, and Duan Yi assured her that if Zhang Yi did something like a bastard, he would be the first to spare Zhang Yi.

The girl is a good girl, Zhang Yi is also a good man, and after a year, he led the family back to Chunxi Road, the Zhang family was satisfied with this little daughter-in-law, and immediately set a wedding date, and Zhang Yi took his daughter-in-law home.

"So, how many marriages have you made? Chapter 1, Cheng Wei's..."

"Eh, if Cheng Wei succeeds, you can also calculate it for me."

She was joking, and Duan Yi glanced at her,

"I don't count, I'm only responsible for pulling the strings."

"It's okay to pull the strings."

"And what about you look at me?" His tone became serious, and he was stunned, not knowing what to say.