Chapter 6 I want to go to your house and make do for a while

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Chiba awkwardly unfastened the seatbelt, thinking resentfully that the car door was locked from the inside, making the seatbelt a trivial matter

Chiba was so flustered that he didn't even know where to put the electric kettle. In the morning, he unconsciously took off his coat and casually tossed it over the back of a chair in the living room, saying, "What can I do to help you?"

She finally realized that she had dug a pit in front of the morning and was now preparing to jump in and bury herself. This was clearly her house, her bed, her quilt, yet with just a few words, he had forced her to rely on a single quilt to cover the ground. She pressed her lips together in silence, suddenly gathering her strength to rush into the room and jump onto the bed, shaking out the two thick quilts stacked on the bed, arranging them into two single sleeping areas, and then taking a spare thin quilt from the cupboard to drape over the two sleeping areas. She pressed her lips together in silence, suddenly gathering her strength to rush into the room and jump onto the bed, shaking out the two thick quilts stacked on the bed, arranging them into two single sleeping areas, and then taking a spare thin quilt from the cupboard to drape over the two sleeping areas.

Ivan directly refused, saying: "No, I still have to drive later." Although his tone was gentle, his response was very clear

Ivan seamlessly interrupted her, saying: "I believe there is great potential for development in the country"

The car came to a stop, and the door on the right side was pushed open. "Get in!" Ivan's voice was low, yet his tone was firm and left no room for refusal.

You gave me, what are you using? He climbed onto the bed and pushed the pillow back again

She pounced over to hug her pillow, hesitated for a moment, and seeing the pitiful expression on the visitor's face, her heart softened as she thought of the guest's status. She pushed the pillow further in and said, "If you don't mind, you can use this." After saying that, she worried that he might find it unsatisfactory, so she cautiously glanced at his reaction from the corner of her eye, "I just changed the pillowcase yesterday..."

Because Qingchen is a guest, after waiting for the water heater to boil, Qianye invited Qingchen to take a shower first. Once he closed the bathroom door, she sat on the bed, staring blankly at the full wardrobe of clothes, until the sliding door of the bathroom opened and Qingchen softly called from the doorway: "Qianye, while the steam is still inside, hurry up and wash."

Chiba glanced at this, then looked at that, and unconsciously grabbed the cup of water beside her, bringing it to her lips for a sip. The clear white liquid entered her mouth, and the pungent taste stung her nostrils; only then did she realize that what she had actually drunk was liquor.

She did not dare to turn back to look at him, loudly exclaiming: "Going to sleep! So sleepy!"

Chiba tried to act nonchalant as he stood up, glancing into the distance. He nodded slightly in the direction where Ivan was standing, as a form of greeting. Unexpectedly, Ivan, who had been relatively still, suddenly walked over and smiled, saying, "Everyone, feel free to enjoy yourselves, but please don't let me ruin the mood!" He turned to Chiba and lowered his voice to ask, "Nicole, how have the company accounts been lately?"

Is it really not a big deal

Chiba took two quick steps forward. From a distance, it was hard to see clearly, but as she approached, she noticed that his right hand was indeed thickly wrapped in gauze. "What happened?" The gauze tightly covered the palm of his right hand, leaving only the tips of his five fingers exposed. She cautiously rolled up his sleeve, only to find that the gauze extended up his wrist, and she couldn't tell if his entire arm was wrapped. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Were you hit by a car?"

You ... ... '' She looked up and found that he was neither flushed nor out of breath. In contrast, her own disheveled state was truly too conspicuous. She immediately forced herself to calm down and changed the subject: `` What happened to your injury? What happened last night? Why was your phone turned off the whole time? You ... ... ''

He did not respond, only saying: "Come up!"

He spoke with such righteousness and confidence, without a hint of embarrassment or breathlessness, that it was she who turned red with embarrassment. ... How to make do at her place, this making do ...? ... How should one make do?

"Do you sleep inside or outside?" I don't know if he is truly naive or just pretending to be foolish, as he can ask such an ambiguous question so nonchalantly despite the deep undertones of intimacy.

As Chiba just crossed the street, the clerk at the flower shop began to shout continuously: "Miss, would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers?"

It really doesn't matter

Stacking the beddings

She stood by the roadside where the wind howled, watching helplessly as the Audi made a turn in place and swiftly vanished from her sight like a shooting star, the entire process so fast that it left her mind momentarily bewildered

The bustling food stall suddenly fell silent, as a dozen pairs of eyes fixated on Ivan and Chiba. Chiba remained completely unaware, while Ivan, on the other hand, was fully aware. Yet, he maintained a faint smile on his face, leaving others puzzled about his intentions

What exactly do you want to do? At the same time as feeling ashamed and indignant, there is also an inexplicable sense of fear in my heart

"Hi, hi, calm down!" He raised his hands in exasperation, "It's just a small injury, I have alcohol swabs and disinfectant gauze in my bag, I can bandage it up in a moment"

Her limbs were tense, and her legs were bent, ready to kick. Unexpectedly, the surroundings fell strangely silent. After a while, a low voice said, "I thought you were asleep, so I wanted to turn off the light..."

Discharged after just one day? Did they really only stitch three times? Looking at his right hand wrapped up like a zongzi, she still felt uneasy. "Let's go find another doctor to take a look. Actually, it would be more appropriate to stay in the hospital."

Chiba is not a rigid type of girl, but she is also not the kind of person who is open to the point of being reckless, so the issue of sleeping arrangements has become a tricky problem

Although she has been with the company for more than six months, Chiba found that among the people sitting around her, there were quite a few whose names she could not recall. She only had a rough idea of which department they belonged to, and when the unfamiliar colleagues addressed each other, they used their English names. This made it even more difficult for Chiba, who was used to seeing a string of Chinese names on the payroll list, to match them one by one.

Three square tables were combined to form a long table, around which thirteen young people were seated together. Among them, there were seven males and six females, which can be considered a balanced ratio. The oldest among them was no more than thirty years old, while the youngest was Elaine, a twenty-one-year-old vocational school graduate who was involved in a scandal.

Slow down, drinking too quickly may cause choking

The light went out, and in the early morning, he lay down again. After a while, he called out: "Qianye?"

She had never used the stove on the balcony, so it was relatively clean. It wasn't that she was worried about getting her coat dirty in the morning; what truly concerned her were the underwear and bras she had hung out to dry on the balcony, now swaying above her head in the early morning. He was too tall, and when he stepped in, his forehead actually bumped into the hanging bra straps.

She considers herself not to be the kind of brazen scoundrel in the morning, yet she has always been poor at judging others. The morning is not a scoundrel, but he possesses a frankness and solitary courage that others do not have. Therefore, he straightforwardly said: "I don't have much money on me, and staying in a hotel is not a long-term solution, so I would like to stay at your place for a while"

This question remained unresolved until Qianye dragged the suitcase into the early morning and the two of them took a taxi back to that shabby one-bedroom apartment. Upon entering, Qianye hesitated slightly, likely startled by the interior decor—the furniture left by the landlord was of an outdated style from over a decade ago. In the living room, against the wall, stood a square wooden dining table accompanied by four wooden chairs, the varnish on the chair seats having been worn down. To the left of the entrance, which is the northern side of the living room, there was a small bathroom. The living room had no windows, relying on light from a southern area that served as both a kitchen and a balcony. The only bedroom was located on the western side of the living room. Being an old-style apartment, the bedroom was relatively spacious; aside from a 1.5-meter-wide bed placed under the southern window, there was a row of wardrobes against the western wall, and surprisingly, a computer was set up against the eastern wall. Even so, standing in the bedroom did not feel overly cramped, which was one of the aspects Qianye was most satisfied with when renting the apartment.

He leaned forward to reach the switch, and his arm brushed against Qianye's hair, causing her to shudder again, her muscles tensing to the point of cramping.

She did not respond, with the blanket covering half of her face, and she was almost out of breath.

The timid novice Chiba, harboring fear towards Ivan, certainly did not dare to provoke the tiger's whiskers. She huddled in the passenger seat, striving to act like a quail, and even though she had silently cursed a thousand times, she still did not have the courage to utter a single word.

Ling Xiangtao placed five bottles of Zhangyu dry red wine and two bottles of Yanghe Daqu on the table, shouting loudly, "Boss, add another set of bowls and chopsticks!" After shouting, he pointed to the person behind him and said, "The CFO of the headquarters—Ivan! I believe everyone is familiar with him, right? Come! Come! Ivan, let me introduce you, these are our colleagues from the branch..."

Chiba is relatively cost-effective, so apart from the furniture left by the landlord, she only added a computer desk and connected the internet cable.

His demeanor did not suggest that he was lying, and Chiba finally felt at ease. When he looked down, he noticed a silver wheeled suitcase resting at his feet, on top of which was a bulging dark blue travel bag.

Chiba leaned against the door, wishing he could scratch the wall with both hands. What kind of person is this? With such an injury to his hands, he can still bandage himself, organize the wardrobe, and oh, he can even make the bed.

Chiba... he called her name softly once again, his voice gentle, with a light sigh

His smile was not a big deal, but it made Qianye tremble once again with laughter

"Sir, why not buy a bouquet for your girlfriend?" The shopkeeper at the flower store continued to enthusiastically solicit business, while Qianye, feeling a surge of anger, could not help but raise her eyebrows at the incessant chatter.

In the early morning, sitting on the edge of the bed, he saw her eyes darting around, her bare face flushed after a shower, her teeth gently nibbling on her lower lip, and her brows furrowed as if she were contemplating something. He patted the soft quilt and said with a smile, "Come over and sleep."

Startled by the familiar, crisp call, he trembled slightly, his eyelids quickly lifting. Upon locking eyes with the figure ten meters away, he exclaimed in surprise, "Chiba!" He dropped the calla lily he was holding, reaching out towards her, the urgency of his gesture resembling a cry for help.

Chiba barely steadied his breath, wiping away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes with a tissue. At that moment, Ivan had just taken the cigarette that Ling Xiangtao had offered. Elaine leaned over the table, extending her hand to pass over a lit lighter. Ivan held the cigarette between his lips but did not lean in to catch the flame; instead, he took out a Zippo and said, "Thank you, I have a lighter."

Chiba's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed. Despite her efforts to appear calm, her face was as red as a boiled pig's head, and she stammered, "You... what did you say?" She leaned against the door frame and shuffled backward.

Her seasonal clothing is not abundant, yet the wardrobe appears to be quite full. The few frequently worn items are hung neatly, while the less frequently worn ones are too precious for her to discard, crammed haphazardly in the cabinet, taking up considerable space

Chiba is angry: "What exactly do you want?"

This individual does not require my introduction—Nicole from the Finance Department

"Alright, you can get out of the car now." He released her hand and swiftly pushed her out of the vehicle, tossing her onto the roadside

In the early morning, like a curious tourist, I explored every corner of the small place. When I reached the balcony, Chiba, who was holding an electric kettle and preparing to boil water, suddenly jumped over, nervously rushing to stop me, saying: "You... you should take off your coat first."

Hmm? She did not react.

The harsh sound of chair legs being dragged caused everyone present to stand up. As Ling Xiangtao introduced Ivan, they either nodded and smiled or shook hands and greeted him. Ivan exuded an extraordinary demeanor; his polite and courteous manner neither made him seem aloof and unapproachable nor did it give the impression that, as the Chief Financial Officer, he could easily become overly familiar and buddy-buddy with others

Chiba did not dare to act, helplessly stealing glances at him with her peripheral vision

The tall young man, with a handsome face, awkwardly dodged the chubby hands of the flower shop aunt, as a wilted calla lily was being forcefully stuffed into his arms. He flusteredly said, "No..." However, the pale-faced young man, standing at 1.8 meters, could not withstand the fiery enthusiasm of an older woman.

Hastily finishing her shower, she wrapped herself tightly in her pajamas and dashed out of the warm bathroom, usually being the first to dive into bed. However, this time, as she emerged from the bathroom, she unexpectedly fell straight into a strong embrace.

Ling Xiangtao laughed heartily, saying, "So you initially asked the boss for white, not referring to plain water!"

She stamped her foot and shouted, "Then hurry up and pack!" Snatching the hairdryer from his hand, she yelled with great anger, "You are not allowed to touch anything with your hands for ten days!"

Chiba was filled with trepidation and confusion

The sedan suddenly stalled, the door wide open, and the warmth from the car's heater hissed out. Qianye stood by the door, shivering. Ivan sat inside, staring ahead, remaining silent for a long time. They were silent for a minute like this, then he took out a cigarette and lit it. The red tobacco glowed intermittently in the darkness, and the scent of tobacco slowly wafted out of the car. The smoke curled within the car, seemingly distancing the two of them.

After finishing, she stood on the bed, looking down with an imposing demeanor, and said: "I will sleep outside, and you will sleep inside"

Chiba tried her best to shrink towards the edge, but the seats were tightly packed, leaving her no choice but to lower her head and focus on eating and drinking. However, her heart was restless, fluctuating without any order. Although Ivan was not particularly lively in conversation, he engaged in a back-and-forth dialogue, and his unique composure was even more striking compared to the young and impulsive men around him. Elaine, sitting opposite Ivan, who had always been reserved and taciturn, surprisingly joined in the lively conversation, gradually becoming more talkative, though the center of the discussion was primarily focused on Ivan.

She almost jumped straight out of bed, clutching her change of pajamas and sleep pants, not daring to lift her head even once, and rushed into the bathroom, brushing against the cool morning air. As soon as she entered the cramped space, a thick mist of steam enveloped her. She leaned on the sink, panting heavily, and in the damp mirror was a face flushed with color. In her embarrassment and anger, she frantically grabbed at her hair.

In the early morning, I turned over, gently holding her waist with my injured right hand, while my left hand lifted the suitcase. After standing still, I said: "Qianye, I have been driven out by them."

The road in front is not wide, measuring only about 20 meters. Directly across the road stands a small supermarket, flanked by flower shops, one right next to the other. In a bid to attract customers, the shopkeepers have placed their bouquets on the sidewalk. Although it is winter, the potted plants and bouquets remain vibrant and striking, their colors bright and dazzling, showing no signs of being affected by the cold wave.

Chiba's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly jumped up from his chair: "Has your wound been in water? Where is the bandage? Go to the hospital! Immediately find a doctor!"

In the early morning, there was only a gentle smile; with his left hand, he embraced her, pulling her into his arms. In the blink of an eye, he had lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her cheek. Although it was as fleeting as a dragonfly touching the water, leaving no trace in an instant, the tremor of that moment unexpectedly caused Qianye's legs to tremble uncontrollably.

In fact, Elaine is quite beautiful, with an oval face, fair skin, and a light nude makeup look. Her large eyes appear sparkling when she looks at people, and while she may not be described as alluringly seductive, there is a beauty in her gaze that speaks volumes.

Fortunately, the host of this meal is Ling Xiangtao, and she is merely one of the guests here to enjoy the meal, so even if she does not speak much, it will not seem too out of place

I could not see his face clearly, but his voice was distinctly audible. Qianye immediately gasped: "What are you following me for?"

Chiba felt a burning sensation all over his body, "Why... why do I have to sleep... in bed?"

Elaine blinked her big, watery eyes and returned to her seat, looking both pouting and shy. This scene was perfectly captured in Qianye's eyes, who felt that this man was truly cold-blooded and rigid, lacking any consideration for human feelings, as he did not even take into account the young lady's dignity in front of so many people

The smell of smoke in the car had not dissipated, and Qianye furrowed her brows, struggling to suppress the nauseating feeling. She lowered her head, picking at her fingernails in silence. Although she had many unanswered questions, such as how Ivan knew Qingchen, where he was taking her now, and what he intended to do... she noticed that Ivan, who had been focused on the road ahead since the car started, had not uttered a word, his face resembling a layer of frost, coldly signaling "keep your distance".

In the early morning, she held a hairdryer in her left hand, gently swaying it, her focused gaze fixed on her hair. The gauze on her right hand had already been removed. From Qianye's perspective, apart from noticing a few fine scratches on her palm, there was no visible wound. Doubts arose in her mind, and she asked, "Where is your hand injured?"

Her nose nearly collided and she couldn't help but exclaim "Ouch", covering her nose in persistent pain.

Although they were dining at a roadside stall, everyone inevitably became excited under the influence of alcohol. Someone suggested going to sing karaoke, and surprisingly, half of the group expressed their agreement. Qianye was a person who preferred tranquility over activity, and coupled with her low spirits today, she was not in the mood. When Ling Xiangtao invited her to join, she shook her head and politely declined, saying, "I have something else to attend to, so I won't go. Enjoy yourselves!"

The hair dryer emitted a soft whirring sound, and warm air gently brushed against her neck. In the early morning, her shoulder-length hair was half dry and half wet, carrying a hint of lemon fragrance, the scent of the shampoo she was accustomed to using. In just a moment, she suddenly felt a wave of heat enveloping her, as the warm air from the hair dryer made her almost break into a sweat, her face flushed to the point of almost bleeding.

Chiba rubbed the corner of her eyes, feeling as if a certain corner of her heart had been softened by hot water

"You get out of the car," he instructed coldly, "I will wait for you across the street in the early morning"

The majority of the stalls sell beer, followed by white liquor, but none of it is of high quality. The men shouted that they were not satisfied with their drinks, prompting Ling Xiangtao to make a trip to the supermarket midway. When he returned, he was carrying two large plastic bags, followed by a well-dressed man who was also carrying a bag.

She suppressed the impulse to flee and stared blankly at his blurred outline

On a winter night around nine o'clock, the secondary roads are not crowded with pedestrians, and every shop is brightly lit, yet there are few customers inside, making for a rather dull business atmosphere. Whenever a passerby walks by, the shop assistants eagerly rush to greet them. Chiba managed to escape the terrifying flower shop street after rejecting the greetings of three or four people, as she hurried along, keeping her head down, her heels striking the pavement tiles with a crisp sound.

Chiba chirped softly, her long hair damply cascading over her shoulders, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and her bright eyes, like autumn waters, filled with a shy timidity: "I... I have always worn this pair, it's no problem."

The big eyes blinked in the early morning, "But I have no pillow."

He sat in the car without speaking, his left hand resting on the steering wheel, his right hand holding a cigarette butt, taking deep and hurried puffs without even brushing off the ash, until the tobacco was burned to the end. He exhaled the last puff of smoke, forcefully extinguished the cigarette butt, turned his head, and said to her: "Su Qianye, get in the car!"

In the early morning, after bandaging the wound, I looked up to see Qianye standing at the door with a deeply pained expression, so I smiled at her gently.

Chiba stood at the door in a daze for quite a while before remembering to call Qingchen. Thank heavens, this time the other party's phone was finally turned on. However, even after waiting for the prompt tone of the number being redialed, there was still no response. She looked up at the brightly lit emergency department inside the hospital, then glanced at the desolate and cold passersby on the road, and could only reluctantly retrace her steps, hoping to find a clue back at the place where she had gotten off.

"Sir, your flowers!" A large bouquet of white roses passed before her eyes, surrounded by yellow orioles, wrapped in brown paper with pointed circular corners, tied with a white ribbon. The white frilled paper brushed against Qianye's cold cheek, causing a slight sting, but what captivated her senses even more was the rich fragrance. In that aroma, she experienced a momentary daze, and it was precisely in that instant that the bouquet was handed to her by a hand in the morning.

She was momentarily struck by a chilling thought, her gaze falling upon the only bed in the bedroom, and indeed, the quilt on the bed had already been laid out. A sense of anxiety surged within her, fluctuating between warmth and cold; the greatest dilemma she had to face tonight had finally emerged—there was only one bed in the house, and the living room lacked even a single sofa. In the depths of winter, when water turns to ice, apart from this one and a half meter wide bed, where else could she sleep in the morning?

Chiba took a sharp breath of cold air, the chilly wind choking her throat, the icy sensation piercing her trachea, causing her heart to lurch suddenly, and a layer of misty tears welled up in her stinging eyes

Sir, why not buy a bouquet of flowers? Sending lilies to the patient is quite nice... Today, we just received a fresh shipment of calla lilies... Or perhaps you would like to take a look at this one... This is a new product, not available elsewhere...

At the end of the shop was a large gate that was about thirty to forty meters wide. She walked briskly to the gate wall and exhaled, only to realize that this was not a residential community, but rather the Fourth People's Hospital of City H, a place she had visited before. Unlike the noisy and chaotic hospital she had seen during the day, the large golden sign on the outer wall of the hospital gate appeared exceptionally sinister under the colorful laser lights. Occasionally, vehicles would enter and exit through the open gate, but compared to the bustling activity of the daytime, it was much quieter.

Ling Xiangtao first broke the silence, smiling as he said, "Ivan, what will you drink, red or white? You can't just sit there without drinking!"

Good morning

He gently pulled her aside with his perfectly fine left hand in the early morning, tilting his head with a smile as he said to the aunt: "Could you please wrap one hundred and one white roses for me"

The flower shop in front is still brightly lit, and as one walks past the dark exterior of the hospital, that quiet and desolate place resembles a paradise of light. In this paradise, roses, lilies, carnations, calla lilies, lucky bamboo, and birds of paradise are in full bloom. Standing among the flowers is a man, his face pale and his figure slender, yet this does not detract from his outstanding presence.

She looked up and was met by a pair of sparkling eyes, a beauty that seemed to captivate her soul. Her heart trembled, and with a flick of her hand, she tossed the pillow into his arms, then folded her wool sweater into a rectangular shape to use as a cushion, before burrowing into the blankets

Pierre, also known as Ling Xiangtao, shrugged helplessly in the face of everyone's reproaches, saying: "It's not that I'm stingy, it's someone who suggested eating at a street food stall."

He said softly, "Qianye, I am unemployed"

In the crowd, I searched for him a thousand times, and suddenly turning my head, I found that person in the dim light.

Do you like it

I sincerely apologize for what I did before, and I hope that our relationship can have a fresh start. He said slowly, his white teeth gleaming, with a strange smile, as he reached out to grasp her hand, holding it tightly and shaking it.

Counting the number of people, there were four men and five women who had agreed to go to karaoke. Qianye had greeted them in advance and left the food stall with her bag. The moonlight was bright, and the snow on the ground reflected the light, creating a similarly dazzling color underfoot. She checked the direction and was just about to turn towards the bus station when bright lights shone behind her, and a car horn honked twice. Instinctively, she stepped aside to the roadside, but the car behind her slowly drove up beside her. The moonlight was bright, and the snow on the ground reflected the light, creating a similarly dazzling color underfoot. She checked the direction and was just about to turn towards the bus station when bright lights shone behind her, and a car horn honked twice. Instinctively, she stepped aside to the roadside, but the car behind her slowly drove up beside her.

Qianye had heard many rumors about her in the past, so she subjectively categorized her as a mere decorative figure. However, now seeing her holding a beer can in one hand and propping her chin with the other, her gaze hazy as she floated over, it was not only the men present who couldn't help but steal a few more glances, even she herself, as a woman, found it hard to look away.

In the early morning, I hurriedly placed the hairdryer on the table and reached over with one hand to support her: "How can you be so careless? You didn't even take a look when you came out. The shoes on your feet have foam soles; you shouldn't wear them to the bathroom, as it's very easy to slip."

Cough... she turned her head, her eyes stinging to the point of almost shedding tears

There are two comforters on the bed, yet there is only one pillow

Elaine widened her eyes: "That is Ivan's cup!"

Chiba shuddered all over; the switch for the chandelier was on the outside of the bed. She was so muddled that she had actually gotten into bed without turning off the light. Once she realized this, she felt a rush of blood to her head, overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment, and could only desperately shrink her head inward, closing her eyes and murmuring: "Well... you turn it off."

She shyly held the flowers close to her chest

Chiba's peripheral vision inadvertently swept over, and a piece of chicken that had just been picked up by the chopsticks silently fell to the ground

She still did not dare to look at his expression, keeping her head lowered, as droplets of water from her hair fell to the ground. The morning pressed her down onto the chair, plugging in the hairdryer to dry her hair. She exclaimed in surprise, "I'll do it myself!" Raising her head, her gaze collided directly with his smiling eyes.

After walking for more than ten meters, the car followed at a leisurely pace for over ten meters as well. Qianye suddenly woke up, turned her head to look, but the dim light made it impossible for her to see the situation inside the car. Her heart raced to her throat, and she cautiously asked, "Who is it?"

She was mentally prepared for him to explode, but to her surprise, he merely nodded calmly and then smiled with a kind of indescribable tenderness. Chiba felt as if he were mocking her, yet it also seemed not quite so, a strange and terrifying big boss.

I am fine. My injury... it was not caused by a car accident, but rather a cut from broken glass... '' The sparkle in his eyes dimmed slightly, and a hint of weariness appeared between his brows, `` I only had three stitches, and the doctor asked me to stay in the hospital for a day to observe. After confirming that I was fine, they discharged me. ''

Chiba, are you concerned about me

Hi, Chiba, does this arrangement look good?

Qianye sat on the simple plastic stool of the food stall, stepping on the greasy sewage covering the ground, watching more than ten well-dressed people crowded in the stall, while occasionally hearing a female colleague scolding in a sharp voice: "Pierre! You are being too stingy!"

Who is it

The kettle boiled the water, bubbling and emitting a sharp sound. Qianye unplugged it and carried the kettle back to the living room. The early morning was no longer present; she peeked into the bedroom and discovered that in just a few minutes, the early morning had already moved his clothes from the suitcase to the wardrobe in the bedroom.

"Sorry." He noticed it and surprisingly apologized to her in a very gentlemanly manner, then extinguished the cigarette, while the car door unlocked with a "click". He turned his head, gazing intently at her, "Qianye, do you love the morning?"

He turned his palm over, rolled up his sleeve, revealing a fair wrist. On the inner side of the wrist, near the major artery, there was a two-centimeter long incision at a slant of forty-five degrees. The wound was fresh, and the sutures were particularly alarming.

In the early morning, he made a simple arrangement of the wardrobe, hanging his coats, hoodies, shirts, and Qianye's clothes in order of thickness and season on the hangers. The drawers below were opened, and he neatly organized the folded wool sweaters and cotton pants in layers. While he was folding a pair of Qianye's cotton socks, he asked her a question, but Qianye stood at the door, so surprised that she couldn't even speak.

The aunt was taken aback for a moment, and it took her a while to react, almost grinning from ear to ear, "Alright! Alright! Right away..."

According to Chiba's imagination, ordinary people are unable to perform these tasks with one hand, especially with their unaccustomed left hand. However, the morning unexpectedly shattered her conventional expectations, as he almost skillfully wrapped the gauze around his right wrist without even furrowing his brow.

At this point, Chiba felt even more embarrassed and busily said, "You are a guest and have been injured... your sleep... is very important..."

This is ... ...

She held on for more than half an hour, but there was no movement beside her. Fatigue gradually replaced her taut nerves, causing her to doze off in a daze. However, this night she harbored concerns in her heart, so her sleep was very light. Even in her hazy state, her hearing remained exceptionally sharp, and during the night, she faintly heard the morning whispering in her ear, disturbing her dreams, which was extremely annoying

Everyone quickly and tacitly made space for an empty seat next to Chiba. Ivan pulled over an empty stool and said, "Thank you!" He then naturally sat down next to Chiba.

Su Qianye. When he spoke again, Ivan's voice strangely lost the anger it had before, sounding much calmer. He opened his eyes, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke slowly, the smoke rings escaping from his mouth. Qianye could no longer endure it and covered his nose with his hand

After approximately twenty minutes, the vehicle finally slowed down and came to a stop. Chiba gazed through the car window at the flickering neon lights, trying hard to identify the surrounding buildings, but was unable to discern where this place was.

She stood there in a daze for a long time before finally saying "Oh," her face displaying an expression that was hard to decipher. He lowered his head, resembling an innocent child, and said, "I have nowhere to go..."

"If you don't want to sleep in a bed, do you intend to sleep on the floor?" He opened his eyes, which still held a clear depth, "I have looked, your home only has three cotton quilts, there are no extra bedding or mattresses."

I heard that you are a British Chinese? Then why do you ... ...

Chiba reached out to touch the door handle, only to find that the car door was locked and could not be opened. Frowning, he tried twice without success, and then turned back to glare at him. Ivan seemed to be completely slumped in the chair, surprisingly with his eyes closed and not saying a word. Chiba deliberately pulled the handle with force, creating a loud noise, but Ivan remained oblivious.

Chiba was coughing incessantly, holding her breath. Sitting next to her, Ivan patted her back with one hand while handing her a box of Yili milk with a straw already inserted with the other. Chiba, feeling uncomfortable from the coughing, grabbed the milk and began to drink it eagerly without a second thought

Does this guy really have an injury on his hand

Her mind was racing: sleeping on the floor? No, there are no extra mattresses! Sharing a bed, two adult men and women, just chatting under a quilt? Uh, the probability of that happening, no one would believe it if I said it. Having read so many novels, who doesn't know that this kind of plot is only suitable for deceiving underage girls

Looking again at Ling Xiangtao sitting beside her, he was handsome and dashing, with well-defined brows and a straight nose, a striking young man, equally pleasing to the eye

"Your seatbelt is still fastened," he replied, missing the point, his eyes still closed

Chiba is not a fool; of course, he understands who the flowers are for. He couldn't help but blush and said, "Why are you wasting that money?" One hundred and one white roses, how much would that cost?

"Yiqing Chen!" she pouted, calling out by both her first and last name

Although Mingming could not clearly see his appearance, Qianye could imagine the fierce expression on his face from his tone. Her legs trembled, and just as she was about to turn and flee, Ivan's voice, clearly suppressing his anger, sounded again: "I want to see you in the morning!"

"Hi, don't rush, don't rush." He held her back, his face full of smiles, "Actually, I was kicked out by the doctor. I could have skipped the overnight observation, but they insisted that I stay for a night. The beds at the Fourth Hospital are a bit tight today, so I was sent home by the doctor. " He raised his hand, "With this little injury, I wouldn't want to shamelessly occupy a bed, would I?"

Um...

Chiba felt somewhat dazed; the handsome man who seemed to exist only in comic books actually appeared in the living room of her modest rental apartment, it was almost like a dream. She secretly pinched her thigh, it hurt.

Yes, he is unemployed and has nowhere to go. Usually, he stays in the apartment above the cake shop. Chiba finally sorted out his thoughts, fully aware of the conclusion he was about to express, yet he was still unwilling to admit it, stammering, "Then... what should we do?"

A rustling sound of clothes being removed came from behind her head, and she buried her face in the quilt, feeling as if her entire body was as hot as a furnace. A thin layer of sweat seeped from her skin, sticking to her nightgown and making her unbearably uncomfortable, yet she dared not move. She lay stiffly, not even daring to stretch her legs. Although there were two layers of quilts between them, every pore on her body was clamoring, continuously emitting a strange heat.

He smiled, ruffling her hair with his palm, and confidently asked and answered himself: "You are concerned about me!" He playfully tousled the top of her hair, making her feel as if she had suddenly transformed into an ignorant child

The sharp gaze swept over her head like a knife, while Qianye lowered her head, sipping the tea brewed from the tea leaves in her cup, pretending not to hear their clamor. Had she known from the very beginning that Ling Xiangtao was referring to treating all the young colleagues in the company, she would never have mentioned going to eat at the street food stall.

For over ten minutes, she lay there in silence, resembling a zombie. She was so nervous that she broke out in a sweat, and when the sound of her own heartbeat nearly deafened her, the quilt beside her suddenly moved. The slight vibration of the bed caused her overly sensitive nerves to snap. She clutched the blanket tightly with both hands and shouted sharply, "I warn you, you can sleep, but if you dare to come any closer, I will castrate you!"

Qingchen no longer made excuses in the early morning and obediently returned to the bedroom to find the gauze. Qianye stuffed the clothes that had been changed into the washing machine, hastily grabbed a handful of laundry detergent and threw it in before rushing back to the bedroom. Upon entering, she saw Qingchen sitting on the bed, performing a one-armed feat—bandaging the wound with one hand.

He coldly mocked, "Early morning, Yi Qingchen—don't tell me you don't know him"

Beautiful women are indeed pleasing to the eye

This place is not like the north, where there are heated kang beds, and even less so with underfloor heating. Coupled with the old and dilapidated rental buildings, the floor is always cold and damp whenever it rains. During the first winter at school, Chiba, who is accustomed to the heavy snow and strong winds of the north, nearly froze to death. Therefore, fearing the cold, she prepared an extra quilt for herself, so that when she could not afford to use the air conditioning, she could cover herself with the quilt to avoid freezing to death.

Chiba rested one hand on the doorknob and blinked: "Director Ruan, this matter should be considered my personal affair." Even quails have their own personalities; even if the person before her is a super boss capable of swallowing a small quail whole, there are times when even a quail's not-so-sharp beak can peck at her.

He wore a light gray V-neck cashmere sweater over a white shirt, with two buttons of the shirt collar loosened, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. Under the incandescent light, he rolled up his sleeves and was eagerly opening the electric water heater

He arrived. He turned off the engine, leaned back in the chair, and surprisingly showed signs of fatigue.