At noon, Song Zhiwei didn't wait for Xie Jingjiu, because Qi Su took her home.

She looked at the messy dishes on the table in front of her, and was a little afraid to put down her chopsticks, Qi Su didn't speak, and stuffed rice into her mouth one bite at a time.

Song Zhiwei chose a barely readable tomato scrambled egg, tested her mouth, and spit it out in the next moment.

She glanced at him indescribably, "You don't need to put salt or vinegar." ”

Qi Su nodded, turned around and walked to the kitchen, Song Zhiwei guessed that he might want to change his taste temporarily, sighed and got up, but before he could speak, he was coldly choked back by Qi Su, "I will eat, the company has something to do, come back in the afternoon." ”

Song Zhiwei stared at his back, not understanding what he was crazy about.

It was about the sequelae of last night, Song Zhiwei had a dream again during her lunch break, and the young man's voice was so clear that it seemed to be in her ears.

How did you get locked up inside, did you commit something wrong?

I've brought you food, and you should be able to survive today.

I'll come back to you tomorrow.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhiwei woke up violently, breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the surrounding arrangements, and lay back down.

It's been a long time since she remembered what happened when she was a child, maybe she was so frightened this time that even the details of the details came out of her memory.

She rubbed her eyebrows, and subconsciously wanted to get her glasses, but she felt empty.

She looked at the bedside table, which was already full, and there was a layer of soft cushions at some point, light blue, which did not match the cold and hard decoration.

She leaned on the bed and slowly rubbed off the side, her vision still blurred from the dizziness of the high fever, and she groped her way to the door with the indescribable smell in the air.

Qi Su actually cooked in the kitchen.

Song Zhiwei pressed her temples, wondering if she was hallucinating, but the pungent smell of burnt paste reminded her that everything in front of her was real.

"If you really can't do it, don't do it, don't harm the pot."

Qi Su didn't reply, and said without a beginning or an end, "Don't quarrel, don't mention divorce." ”

Song Zhiwei twisted her eyebrows: "Who are you talking about?" ”

Compared with the fact that Xiao Qi, who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers, his current attitude is even more strange, every time he provokes a contradiction, it is obviously himself, how can he remind her now.

Song Zhiwei had a bold guess in her heart, but she couldn't believe it.

She put a small bowl of overflowing rice porridge with a normal look, turned her head and asked, "Didn't you come back in the afternoon?" ”

Qi Sumu grimaced, and his words were concise: "Ask for leave." ”

To tell the truth, Song Zhiwei heard the president of the company ask for leave for cooking for the first time, and her steps were vain, I don't know if it was an illness or she was frightened by him.

It's so abnormal, it's the same as Hades turning into a bodhisattva.

Song Zhiwei thought about it and said tentatively: "I don't want to drink porridge in the afternoon." ”

"I bought the chicken." Qi Su threw the chopped green onion into the pot.

"I don't want to drink chicken soup either."

"Pork ribs stewed beans."

“……”

After repeating this for a few rounds, Song Zhiwei finally understood that Qi Su must also have some unspeakable hidden disease, otherwise why did he suddenly change his sex, and he was not as gentle as himself.

The irritable Chihuahua turns into a heart-warming golden retriever, which is somewhat sensational.

Guilt he definitely won't feel guilty, yesterday in the villa, he didn't come back, and the embarrassment of coming back to see her is probably going to make mockery, she knows him too well.

Qi Su narrowed his eyes dangerously and said in a deep voice: "My patience is limited, and I have to talk about what to eat." ”

That's right.

In the afternoon, Qi Su really went to buy vegetables, Song Zhiwei and Lin Yun talked on the phone, "I don't know, but I doubt that he was tormented by the divorce. ”

Lin Yun snorted, and the voice of the urn through the earpiece was urned, "You wait, it's good that the big-tailed wolf can be loaded for two days, think about Lu Chiqiu, think about those women, don't give me a soft heart!" ”

Song Zhiwei was puzzled: "It's not going to be, it's just that it doesn't feel real, something must have happened in the middle, you tell me about yesterday's process again." ”

Lin Yun said: "Actually, I don't know very well, I followed Xie Jingjiu over, and when you arrived, you were already on the hospital bed, it must have been a high fever tossed by that scum in Qi Su." ”

Song Zhiwei's heart moved, "Fever? ”

"That's right." Lin Yun sensitively realized that something was wrong, "Isn't it?" ”

"It's a high fever, I'm a little confused."

When Qi Su went home, he saw Song Zhiwei sitting precariously, her abnormally pale face a little cold and hard in the dim light and shadow.

He walked over and sat down next to him, tilting his head slightly, and the two men looked at each other in silence for a moment.

"You know, I have stress disorder."