"Are you alright?" Zhang Yi looked at Bo Luan Kite, who was frowning and taking medicine, and couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm." Bo Luan Kite took coffee and drank stomach medicine, "It's okay." ”

In the few days that Bo Luan Kite lived with Shang Xin'er, he almost never felt good about eating full, because Shang Xin'er's food was too unpalatable, but he didn't want to dampen the other party's enthusiasm, so he reluctantly swallowed it himself.

After arriving at the company every day, I asked Zhang Yi to bring a delicious meal specially made by Huang's mother from the old house to soothe the dull taste buds and empty spleen and stomach.

"Shang Xin'er's cooking is unpalatable, so you give your opinion, what do you do so reluctantly." Zhang Yi complained a little. The name of the cold-faced kite is well known to everyone, and they also understand that Bo Luan Kite is a ruthless character and cannot be provoked. Above 10,000 people, the head of the dragon among the people, how many people are frightened by one look.

But now? In order to keep a woman by his side, he didn't even dare to mention the opinion that the food was unpalatable.

But Zhang Yi didn't understand Bo Luan's mood, after all, the "Wushan" that "except for Wushan is not a cloud", reappeared, and if you don't want to feel the lost heartache again, you can only serve and cherish it carefully.

The authorities are fascinated, Bo Luan is not as much as Zhang Yi thinks, he is just wondering if Shang Xin'er is still angry with herself, angry at herself for coercing her to sign the contract.

After all, every day when she returned to the house, Shang Xin'er always said hello plainly, returned to the guest bedroom after cooking, and never came out all night.

This made him a little unhappy, but he didn't know what to do.

He was not good at words, and he didn't know what to say in the face of Shang Xin'er.

Sometimes, when Shang Xin'er chooses a house with a smaller area, he will sit in the living room all night, listening to Shang Xin'er walking around in the guest room, turning on and off the lights, moving stools and other sounds, which will make him feel stable.

Sometimes, Shang Xin'er will choose a house with a large area, and he can't hear the sound of Shang Xin'er's activities in the living room or reception room, so he will be anxious, but he can't show it, he can only restrain himself from listening or thinking.

Twice, Bo Luan, who was still plagued by insomnia, would get up in the middle of the night, quietly walk to the door of the guest room where Shang Xin'er was, lean against the door, imagining what Shang Xin'er was doing, thinking about it, her mood would be much more relaxed, and she could squint for a while.

Bo Luan, who is always tormented by nightmares and insomnia, will reminisce from time to time about the peaceful sleep on the sofa when she held Shang Xin'er. The nervous tension and physical fatigue made Bo Luan Kite on the verge of collapse from time to time, alternating between indifference and irritability.

Although he is still walking back and forth on the verge of collapse, he knows in his heart that seeing Shang Xin'er every day, or she who is like her, can hold him tightly on the edge and prevent him from falling into the abyss.

Silently swallowed the last mouthful of soup, my stomach warmed up, and my heart calmed down.

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Maybe tonight is another night of silence for each other, and I wonder if the future days will be like this.

Bai Luan, who was standing at the door of the house, took a deep breath and comforted herself, why bother asking for so much, it was already a joy to see that face.

Pressing the password, the moment Bai Luan Kite pushed open the door, she saw Shang Xin'er rubbing the ground, jumping up from the single sofa in the reception room, rushing to Bai Luan's side, staring at Bai Luan Kite with a pair of big watery eyes, with a smile on the corner of her mouth. Like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.

This made Bai Luanyuan feel uneasy, such an obvious contrast, she wouldn't want to be a moth.