The night is quiet and the moonlight is scattered all over the ground.
Dawn broke in the east, and the scorching fireball quietly emerged again.
In such a huge villa, only rustling sounds came from the kitchen.
Chen Yun slept soundly all night, and after washing up, he followed the sound to look for the person.
She comforted herself from last night's unintentional action, and when she saw Zhou Wang again, she returned to her usual state of mind.
The man's fingers were slender, with veins faintly visible. He was holding the handle of the spoon and stirring the casserole in a clockwise direction.
White smoke billowed out of the pot, and the aroma of rice spread everywhere.
Chen Yun stood at the door without going in, his expression dazed for a moment. The sticky feeling in his heart was aroused by the aroma of rice, and his mood inexplicably became...
How to say it, she couldn't describe it.
I just want to hug him again.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, a perfect husband look.
Chen Yun pinched her palm, not wanting to use too much force. The slight pain helped her to stop her from wandering thoughts.
Hearing the noise, Zhou Wang didn't say anything or turn around. He turned off the fire and wiped the water stains on the stove with a towel.
I paused my finger, but still nothing happened?
Zhou Wang finally couldn't help but throw away the towel, turned around to see what the person was doing, being silent was not her style.
The man had a troubled look on his face, his head tilted against the door frame.
Zhou Wang walked closer and touched her forehead with his hand: "Why do you look so absent-minded? How are you feeling today?"
Chen Yun looked at him blankly as he suddenly approached, slowly straightened his head, shook his body slightly twice, struggled inwardly, and reached out to touch his waist.
Afraid that he would notice my intention, I quickly replied, "Much better, but I just don't feel strong enough."
Then, without any further ado, she held her little hands tightly in her arms, unable to hide the smile on her lips.
Zhou Wang closed his eyes. The touch of the little hand last night was still vivid in his mind. The absurd scene in his dream seemed to shine into reality.
The surroundings became quiet, and the sticky feeling deep in my heart passed. I immediately let go of her hand, smiling: "What did you make? It smells so good. I'm so hungry."
I had a meal yesterday. Once my body got better, my appetite also reached its peak.
Zhou Wang glanced at her and just hugged her. Are you sure you don’t want to do anything else?
After a few seconds, he nodded at her and said, "Wait at the table. I'll bring it out."
Chen Yun was very tactful: "No, you've worked hard cooking, I'll serve it."
No matter who cooks, it’s right to praise them a lot, and the emotional value must be provided.
The high spirits continued until after the meal.
Zhou Wang cleared the tableware and glanced at his watch. It was almost time, so he said to the person curled up on the sofa, "Yunyun, go change your clothes."
Shen Yun lowered her head and glanced at her pajamas. She got up but didn't change her clothes. "Are we going out?"
"No, someone will come to my house later."
Shen Yun turned his head and looked: "Who is it? Do I know him? I can go into the house and not come out."
Zhou Wang: "A doctor."
"Doctor?" Chen Yun shuddered, looked him up and down, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Show you."
Be brief and to the point.
Chen Yun's hope was instantly shattered, his face filled with despair, but he still argued, "I think I'm fine. Yesterday was just a simple accident. There's no need to bother the doctor to come home."
Zhou Wang looked at the time again and didn't allow for refusal: "I'll give you twenty minutes."
It's unexpected that she could say that.
Shen Yun took a deep breath, and from his tone he knew that he had to watch it today, even if she was unhappy and angry, he had to watch it, it was for her own good.
She has always been tactful.
Shen Yun nodded listlessly: “Okay, I’ll go change my clothes now.”
We stuck to the time, agreed to be twenty minutes, and she wouldn't allow even a minute longer than that.
I just happened to see Zhou Wang politely leading someone in.
He was a spirited little old man with a long beard.
Ten minutes later.
"Take a course of medicine first. Do you want me to decoct it for you or do you decoct it yourself?"
Zhou Wang remembered that Shen Yun couldn't smell anything, and if he fried it himself, the smell would fill the room and it would be difficult to dissipate: "Fry it for me."
The doctor gave some instructions, then stood up and left in a hurry.
Even after Zhou Wang sent the doctor away, Shen Yun was still a little confused.
He only looked at her tongue, eyes, and took her pulse, without even asking her if she had any symptoms. The speed was so fast that she was a little caught off guard.
"Did you hear that?" Zhou Wang actually wrote it down.
Chen Yun knew what he was talking about. It was about not being able to eat anything cold, spicy, or stimulating. One should only eat bland food... The more he thought about it, the more bored he became.
"I heard it." If you can't eat ice in summer, what's the point of summer? She personally suggests just spending the winter.
Things to note are easy to remember, but things to avoid are a headache.
Zhou Wang knew that she liked spicy food. She could remember it in two or three days, and he could also keep an eye on her for ten days or half a month. But if she really remembered it for a year or two, it would be strange if she didn't get angry with him.
With nothing to do, Chen Yun found a movie to watch.
This is a foreign film about a couple who are more than friends but less than lovers. The ambiguous scenes are pulled to the extreme. A couple has done everything they should do, except for the last step.
Seeing Zhou Wang sitting next to her, she asked curiously, "Don't you have to go to the company?"
"Not busy these days."
There is no one who is busy, and if they are not busy, they can stay at home every day.
Chen Yun just asked and immersed himself in the movie again.
An hour had passed since the show ended, and Chen Yun commented with a languid look on his face, "There's nothing interesting to see until the middle."
Zhou Wang pondered the progress of the movie, in the middle of which was the two people confirming their feelings for each other: "Is it bad to confirm the relationship?"
After confirming the relationship, the jealousy that was previously felt secretly now has a legitimate position.
"But after confirming the relationship, the man still likes someone else. Isn't that ironic?"
Chen Yun sighed: "We've been together, we've broken up, we've gotten married, and we've divorced. It seems like all the good things will come to an abrupt end, and become just a passing reflection in the mirror."
Perhaps it's because I've heard so many cases during live broadcasts that I've become increasingly resistant to the ethereal nature of love. Almost all those who have fallen in love rarely stay together.
Zhou Wang was speechless for a moment: "First of all, I agree with your idea. Secondly, you should go to live broadcasts less."
Every time he clicked on it, he would see someone either cursing a scumbag, or talking about being tricked into becoming the third party, or finding out their boyfriend was flirting. No one said their relationship was good.
They were simply invisible potholes on the road ahead of him.
The decoction service was very quick, and Chen Yun could smell the Chinese medicine fumigating his head that night.
She didn't want to go back to the Shen family yesterday because she was afraid of drinking this. She was on guard against everything but she couldn't have anticipated Zhou Wang going to see a doctor.
Chen Yun sat in the rocking chair, her legs propped up on the ground, rocking back and forth. She had bought the rocking chair out of boredom that afternoon, and the merchant had been very helpful and had delivered it quickly.
A few days ago, she served it to Zhou Wang to drink, but today it happened the other way around.
After Zhou Wang heated up the Chinese medicine, he took the bowl and went to the living room. There was no one on the rocking chair.
It was quiet all around.
"Yunyun, come out and take your medicine."
Zhou Wang shouted, but no one answered.
He lowered his head and looked into the black bowl, and instantly understood.
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