The days seem to be the same as before.

In the morning, An Weichen has breakfast every morning, and every meal is made by Xiao Xiong himself.

In the evening, when he came back from the party, he would also have soup to drink, and every time the bear would personally serve it to him.

When they met, he saw the bear's smile again and would joke with him.

Occasionally, when he wakes up late, the bear will unceremoniously wake him up with a spatula.

It's just that it's the same, but it's not exactly the same.

In the morning, Xiong Xiaobai writes novels in her bedroom every day until dawn, and only goes to bed when she prepares breakfast, she has not eaten breakfast with An Weichen for a long time;

In the evening, she would bring the soup to An Weichen, and she would chat with him more or less, but she no longer used the computer in the living room, but went back to her bedroom, sat on the bed, and stared at the notebook that An Weichen gave her.

When we met, after her throat was healed, she talked and laughed with An Weichen again, but most of the topics were related to his work, and he rarely mentioned other things.

Occasionally, although she would be fierce towards An Weichen as before, she never had physical contact again. She will always deliberately distance herself from An Weichen and never give him the opportunity to get close to her.

Whenever he felt the change between the two people, An Weichen's eyes would always reveal pain that could not be concealed, and at this time, Xiong Xiaobai would quickly look away from his red eyes for a moment.

Hearing the sound of An Weichen closing the door at work, Xiong Xiaobai's eyelashes moved.

Although she hadn't slept all night, she didn't feel sleepy at all. The reason why she would lie in bed and pretend to sleep after making breakfast was because she was exhausted just by dealing with An Weichen every night as if nothing happened.

Slowly sat up, got out of bed slowly, quietly walked to the bedroom door, and opened the door gently, even though he knew that An Weichen had left, Xiong Xiaobai still seemed cautious.

This home, once because of An Weichen's stay, had a happy atmosphere; And now, because of his existence, it has become less like her own home.

When it was confirmed that he was really the only one in the house, Xiong Xiaobai let out a long breath and sat down on the chair in front of the computer.

Every day, after An Weichen goes to work, Xiong Xiaobai will sit in front of the computer, staring blankly at the sofa, and occasionally, she will even have the illusion of An Weichen sitting there smiling at herself.

It's been a long time since I've written a novel.,The update for the last period of time.,It's completely with the previous manuscript.。 Since An Weichen's birthday, Xiong Xiaobai has never written a word.

Initially she was able to make excuses for herself, always saying to herself that sick people needed to rest. However, how long can self-deceptive lies deceive, when she sat down in front of the computer again, she had already recovered her health, but she found that it was not that she didn't want to write, but that she really couldn't write a word.

Could it be that the heart is hollowed out, and the inspiration is also emptied?

If she continues like this, she will sit and eat empty, and wait until the manuscript is finished, will she really have to break the update for the first time?

Break off? Isn't it the scariest thing, is it? Xiong Xiaobai is now worried that his president's novel, which is based on An Weichen, may really be a eunuch.

Do it yourself! This is the label Xiong Xiaobai put on himself. Sometimes, she really hates this self who drills the horns of the bull.

The feelings for An Weichen are becoming more and more certain in self-doubt. Xiong Xiaobai believes that he really loves this man.

And he ...... Although it is not timely, An Weichen can be regarded as a confession to her. Every word he said that day, Xiong Xiaobai believed.

Firmly believe.

That's why she hates herself.

If she can ignore An Weichen's past, then the two of them will be very happy. It won't be like now, obviously in love, but they can't be together.

It's just that An Weichen's past is a kind of torture for Xiong Xiaobai.

That's why I'm torturing him like this? Xiong Xiaobai stood up, walked to the sofa, sat down gently, and stroked the sofa, she pulled the corners of her mouth bitterly, denying her problem.

She didn't want An Weichen to suffer, because her pain would be more painful than him in her eyes.

I'm stupid. Xiong Xiaobai slowly lay down and closed his eyes in pain.

Why torture yourself and the people you love?

Is there anything I can do that will allow me to accept his past?

Suddenly, Xiong Xiaobai opened her eyes, she stood up, walked quickly to the computer, and turned on the computer.

Since she can't do it alone, she can only seek help from others, and she needs the guidance of professionals now.

"Psychological counseling", Xiong Xiaobai typed out a few words on the Baidu search bar.

When An Weichen realized that he was distracted again, more than half an hour had passed.

Looking at the backlog of documents on the table, An Weichen shook his head and smiled bitterly, if he was seen by the devil's secretary, he would have to bear it again.

However, he just couldn't concentrate on his work, and he always thought of his little bear unconsciously.

For a few days in a row, An Weichen returned home and found that Xiong Xiaobai seemed to have gone out. But when he asked her what she had done in the day, she either laughed and didn't answer, or she prevaricated with words like "nothing special" or "not as usual". If he asked again, she avoided him and went back to her bedroom.

She wouldn't go out to see Gou Yifeng, would she? The more An Weichen thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, but as a doctor, would Gou Yifeng meet with Xiaoxiong so many times?

After thinking about it, An Weichen picked up the phone on the desk, pressed the "1" button, and called An Hexuan's office.

As soon as the phone was connected, An Weichen didn't wait for An Hexuan to speak, and immediately asked, "Have you met with Xiaoxiong in the past few days?" ”

"She seems to have been busy lately...... It's been a long time since I've drunk her soup. An Hexuan smacked his lips regretfully, if it weren't for Xiong Xiaobai, he wouldn't have answered An Weichen's question so honestly.

"Oh. That's fine. After saying that, An Weichen was over.

On the other side of the phone, An Hexuan stared at the microphone, his face turned green with anger. It's good that you are not a filial son, and you don't even have a greeting to your own Lao Tzu!

I really don't know who taught such an impolite stinky boy. An Hexuan slammed the microphone on the table vigorously, and then remembered that it was his own son, and it was completely his father's problem that he didn't teach it well.

Isn't it a stinky old man? An Weichen scratched his hair anxiously, he really couldn't think of anyone else.

Little Bear, Little Bear, where have you been in the last few days? An Weichen suddenly sat up straight, concentrated and began to work, he had to finish the work quickly, tonight, he had to ask her well when he got home.