12.

I looked at Cheng Yu's provocative eyes in front of me, and I really wanted to pinch his neck and ask him to return the good baby Cheng Yu to me.

But what qualifications do I have?

"Ahem," I looked at his flushed face, "Can we start?"

"What are you going to do?"

His tone was a little scowling, and I swallowed my temper and said, "Healing."

"Yes." He said nonchalantly.

I nodded, and was about to speak, when he said leisurely, "What can my sister cure?" Then he pointed to the location of his heart, "It hurts a little here, can it be cured?"

He's still the same uncooperative.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and found that no matter how cultivated and tolerable I was in front of others, it really didn't seem to be able to do it with him.

"Cheng Yu, if you are not satisfied with me, our treatment can be terminated at any time."

There was still no expression on his face, "Satisfied, why not satisfied."

"Has Mr. Chen eaten?"

I looked up, wondering how he had changed so quickly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry, can I eat first?"

I nodded, "Yes, then I'll wait for you here."

"So you want to stay in my room?"

"Then I'll wait for you outside, right?"

The atmosphere inside the house is tense, but the outside is very lively.

A group of young men and women, playing cards, playing games, playing games, as if this was a bar.

When the boy who opened the door just now saw us coming out, he whistled, and his tone was extremely improper, "Cheng Yu, so fast?"

Cheng Yu glared at him, "Get out."

Then he looked back at me, "Can you cook noodles?"

I glanced at the various pastries and skewers on the table outside and gave him a question mark face.

"I want to eat noodles." His tone was low, and there was a little pity in his voice.

As many times before, he shamelessly hugged my waist and coquettishly, "Sister, I want to eat noodles, you can help me cook them."

After a while, I nodded, and then seemed to see his gaze pause.

When the noodles were cooked and brought to him, several people around him laughed deafeningly and kept joking.

Cheng Yu is two years younger than me, and when I used to be with him, his brothers often teased us.

It's just that Cheng Yu and I were indeed a couple at that time, and I didn't think there was anything, but now, we are not.

"I'm his—"

Just wanted to explain that I was just his psychiatrist, Cheng Yu took the lead in speaking, "Are you bothered?" After saying that, he kicked the boy next to him by the way.

The boy complained bitterly, but he stopped coaxing, and I was relieved.

I just sat there quietly and waited for Cheng Yu to finish eating, picked up my mobile phone and took a look, it was almost two o'clock, I planned to check out before six o'clock in the afternoon today, otherwise I would have to pay an extra day's room fee.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Yu turned his head to look at the gap between the faces.

"It's fine."

"Don't worry, I know that Mr. Chen charges by the hour, and I will report the excess time to you." The words are high-sounding.

"No, I don't."

It took him half an hour before he finally finished eating.

13.

After returning to the room, I couldn't wait to turn on the computer and get to the point, and he was very cooperative this time, asking what to say.

At the end of the day, I was packing up my computer, and suddenly he leaned over.

I subconsciously stepped back.

He smiled indifferently, "Nervous about what."

"You don't still like me, do you?"

Like you?

No, Cheng Yu, I don't still like it, I haven't forgotten you.

I shook my head, and I quickly straightened my face when I saw his joking expression, knowing that he was joking, "Thinking too much."

Cheng Yu's eyes flickered, and he said softly for a while, "That's good."

Well, that's good.

"Cheng Yu, my suitcase." It's a big deal.

He stood there and looked at me, not moving or speaking.

"Cheng Yu?"

"Where do you live?"

I don't know why he suddenly asked me where I lived, "Hotel."

"I'll send you."

"You're drinking, no need."

He looked at me with a helpless expression, "You can take a taxi, how can you take such a big suitcase."

After saying that, I walked straight out, and I could only keep up.

When he got to the garage, he took his trunk out of the trunk and walked out.

"Or—" Or I'll just take a taxi myself...

Before I could finish my sentence, he passed me straight past me with his suitcase.

When we arrived at the hotel, he got out of the car with me.

"I really don't have to send it upstairs, thank you." I snatched my suitcase and fled.

There seemed to be a familiar laughter behind him.

After arriving at the hotel, I simply packed up the things in the room and hurriedly went downstairs to check out.

I don't have a lot of stuff, most of them are in big suitcases, and I only have some personal items like mobile phone chargers and facial cleanser in my hotel room.

Go downstairs and look at the time, it's almost four o'clock, fortunately, there is no timeout.

After checking out, I was dumbfounded when I pulled the big conspicuous suitcase out of the hotel door.

Cheng Yu was standing next to a garbage can, leaning against the bus stop sign, pressing out a cigarette butt.

Many times in the past, when I was in the study room late, Cheng Yu was with me, and when I was bored, I would go downstairs to blow the wind and smoke a cigarette to sober up.

The situation in front of me seems to coincide infinitely with that time.

It's just that...

Cheng Yu turned around and saw me coming out with my suitcase, his brows furrowed, and his expression was not very good-looking.

The expression seems to say, give me an explanation.

That, you listen to me, no, you listen to me....

"What do you mean?" He stood in place, his tone visibly cold.

Although this situation looks like I don't want him to know his address and change hotels temporarily, I have to explain.

"I've found a house and I'm about to move in." I don't know why, it's obviously nothing, but I was a little weak by him.

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Just looking for it?"

Apparently he didn't believe it.

"No, I contacted you before I went to see you today, and now I'm just moving over."

I don't know why I explained it to him, and what was the tone of his questioning?

"Shall I help you?" He held out his hand.

Although it was an inquiring tone, I always felt that I saw murder in his eyes.

Can I say no?

Seeing my hesitation, his brows furrowed even tighter.

All right.