Chapter 4 So, forgiveness?

The little incident in the morning kicked off an unhappy day. Bad luck came one after another and there were all kinds of problems at work. Sometimes the program crashed, sometimes there were bugs, and sometimes I received complaints. It wasn't a big problem, but it made people feel upset and confused.

By the time Lu Fangchi finished all his work, it was only seven o'clock, one hour later than the normal working time, and there were still four hours until twelve o'clock.

Lu Fangchi took off his glasses and rubbed his swollen temples. The cell phone in his hand suddenly rang, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent environment. The constant "buzzing" sound of the cell phone rubbing against the table made him feel suffocated.

The cell phone rang and stopped, stopped and rang again, over and over again for who knows how many times, as if it wouldn't stop unless I answered it.

After the phone rang for who knows how many times, Lu Fangchi seemed to regain his senses. He slowly reached for his phone and pressed the answer button just before the call was about to be automatically disconnected: "Hello."

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Lu Fangchi's face became more and more ugly, and his lips were tightly pursed. After a long pause, he said "hmm" and hung up the phone.

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Zhou Zheng stared at the screen of his mobile phone eagerly. He watched the number jump from 59 to 00, and then he opened the WeChat dialog box and started typing: It's only one hour until twelve o'clock. Why don't you get off work? You want me to pick you up? The snow outside is getting heavier...

I don’t know if Santa Claus heard Zhou Zheng’s prayers, but this time, before he finished typing, the sound of an electronic door opening was heard from the entrance.

Zhou Zheng looked up and saw Lu Fangchi appear at the door. He had come back.

Unlike the casual outfit he wore when he went out in the morning, the suit outlined his slender and straight figure, making his already eye-catching long legs even more prominent. His hair was combed back into a slicked-back style. This outfit made him look mature and abstinent, with a reserved and calm temperament.

It's really good-looking, but where did he go? Dressed like this.

This question occupied Zhou Zheng's mind, surpassing the visual impact of this outfit.

Lu Fangchi seemed to be in a bad mood. He loosened his tie with a cold expression, changed his shoes, shook off the snow on his body, and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhou Zheng was like a wall blocking his way. He asked, "Are you just off work?"

Lu Fangchi said perfunctorily: "Yeah."

Zhou Zheng sniffed, and the mixed smell of cigarettes and alcohol hit him in the face. It didn't seem like the kind of smell one would get in the company.

However, he didn't say anything to expose her. He raised his hand to rub his nose. Just as he was about to get excited, he was interrupted by Lu Fangchi: "Can you please move aside? I want to take a shower."

Lu Fangchi must have come back from the snow, his whole body was wet, his eyes were watery and his nose was red from the cold. His tone was obviously impatient and his brows were slightly wrinkled, but his watery eyes neutralized it and turned it into coquettishness in Zhou Zheng's eyes. His ears suddenly burned and he silently gave way.

Lu Fangchi naturally had no idea what Zhou Zheng was thinking at the moment. He just wanted to take a quick shower and go to bed, and then end this exhausting day.

The hot water soothed Lu Fangchi's slightly irritable mood, and after coming out of the bathroom, Lu Fangchi calmed down a lot.

I looked at my phone again. It was half past eleven. Great, it was finally over.

If there wasn't the sound of the door being pushed open the next second.

"Xiao Chi, are you asleep?" Zhou Zheng reached out and pushed the door open a crack, then asked softly into the dim bedroom where only the bedside lamp was on.

Lu Fangchi hesitated for half a minute, and finally replied, "Not yet."

As soon as I sat up, I saw Zhou Zheng walking towards me mysteriously, and then he produced a four-inch cake from behind him.

The moment he saw the cake, Lu Fangchi's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a hint of displeasure rose in his eyes.

Unfortunately, the lights were dim, and Zhou Zheng couldn't see the expressions on Lu Fangchi's face. Instead, he sang the birthday song to himself: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Zhou Zheng has a deep and magnetic voice, and his singing is unexpectedly moving. His peach blossom eyes beneath his high brows are full of affection. No one can resist a birthday song in this atmosphere.

Except for the Lufang Pool.

The song ended without his reacting.

The air froze slightly, and it was obvious that the atmosphere had become awkward.

Zhou Zheng was a little embarrassed, not knowing what was wrong, but he still said, "Xiao Chi, happy birthday, I wish you peace and happiness."

Lu Fangchi responded very coldly: "Yeah."

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Zhou Zheng couldn't help but urge him, "Blow out the candles."

Lu Fangchi casually blew the candle out.

Zhou Zheng excitedly turned on the headlights and started to cut the cake.

"Xiaochi, you have to make the first cut."

Lu Fangchi was not interested: "You cut it, I don't want to get up."

"It's okay, I'll hold it, you don't have to get up." Zhou Zheng's eyes were shining, and it was unknown what he was happy about.

After all, it was his own birthday, so Lu Fangchi didn't want to be too upset. He reached out and made a casual cut, but didn't even cut all the way through.

Zhou Zheng didn't care about Lu Fangchi's perfunctory attitude. He deepened the cutting position as Lu Fangchi did and cut the cake smoothly.

"The first piece is for Xiao Chi." Zhou Zheng handed over a small plate with five strawberries on the small piece of cake on the plate. He was serving all the strawberries on the entire four-inch cake to Lu Fangchi.

Lu Fangchi lowered his eyes and said, "Leave it there. I'll eat it later."

Seeing that he would definitely not eat after talking for a while, "No, I want to watch you eat."

"I'll eat later. I can't eat now."

"It's past twelve o'clock."

"Eat before twelve o'clock. I'll check the time."

Zhou Zheng still refused to give in, and even took action himself. He scooped a mouthful of cream with a spoon and put it near Lu Fangchi's mouth: "One mouthful, just one mouthful."

It was this action that completely annoyed Lu Fangchi. He turned his head away, frowned, and spoke in a serious tone: "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Zhou Zheng was shocked by Lu Fangchi's sudden anger and muttered, "I just want you to have a bite of cake..."

The sound just now was like a crack in the cracks. Lu Fangchi's suppressed emotions reached their peak at this moment and all came out: "So why do you have to eat this cake? Not everyone likes to celebrate their birthdays, and I really hate this kind of sickly sweet stuff."

He seemed to really dislike it, and he didn't hide the disgust on his face.

Zhou Zheng realized that his good intentions had led to bad results and immediately became at a loss. He quickly packed up the cake: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'll take it away now." He stood up while speaking, his back revealing a sense of panic and helplessness.

Zhou Zheng left in such a hurry that he even forgot to close the bedroom door, so five or six minutes later Lu Fangchi clearly heard the sound of the door closing.

He left?

Whatever.

The emotional outburst just now seemed to have drained all of Lu Fangchi's energy. He became visibly listless and slid into the quilt and closed his eyes.

Perhaps because he was hiding something in his heart, Lu Fangchi did not sleep well. He even woke up in the middle of the night, with sweat on his temples. He reached out to pick up the phone on the bedside table and checked the time. It was 10:00. He had only slept for more than half an hour.

Lu Fangchi rubbed his swollen temples. The dry throat prompted him to get up from the bed and go to the kitchen to get some water. When he opened the refrigerator, the first thing he saw was five or six large and small plates, all filled to the brim with food, which looked very rich.

Lu Fangchi lowered his eyes to get the water, and just as he closed the refrigerator door, he turned around and looked at the extra baking tools on the dining table.

He took a few sips of water, and on his way back to the bedroom, he passed by the dining table and noticed that there were two candlesticks on it, and the positions of the candlesticks had obviously been carefully adjusted.

Lying back on the bed, his cell phone rang, and Lu Fangchi took a look and saw it was a news push.

But the next second, he somehow clicked into WeChat and found Zhou Zheng's conversation box.

The screen is filled with a white bar, but a closer look reveals that Zhou Zheng's messages are not frequent, starting at 6pm, with one hour between each message.

-Is it almost time to get off work, Xiaochi?

-Are you still working overtime?

-Are you busy? What time will it be?

-It's ok, take your time, I'll wait for you^o^

-It's still snowing outside!

- At least reply to a message, Xiaochi (T . T)

At that time, Lu Fangchi had neither the time nor the mood, and he thought the news was nonsense. But now his mood is different and he can taste something different. This is clearly just a cautious test.

Lu Fangchi lowered his eyes, slid his fingers back and forth on the screen twice, and then sighed.

Well, I was wrong today. I didn't control my emotions and took it out on Zhou Zheng.

Thinking about what he had said and the image of Zhou Zheng fleeing in panic, Lu Fangchi even felt a little guilty.

No one owes anyone anything. Zhou Zheng has been busy all day, making longevity noodles, cakes and cooking. There is no reason for him to be called "hateful" by himself.

Lu Fangchi started calling Zhou Zheng. Half a minute later, he heard a ringtone in the living room. He followed the sound and found a black cell phone on the sofa. He actually left without even taking the cell phone with him.

Lu Fangchi frowned and walked to the French window to look out. Snowflakes swayed under the street lights like twinkling stars, floating down and covering the ground with a white blanket.

It's freezing cold, I don't have a cell phone and I'm amnesiac...

At this moment Lu Fangchi really became anxious. He quickly changed his clothes, put on a scarf and ran out.

The moment he opened the door, he stopped.

The induction light came on and shone on Zhou Zheng who was standing at the door. He seemed to have not expected the door to open suddenly. His eyes widened slightly and there was an obvious look of surprise on his face.

Lu Fangchi felt relieved.

Then he noticed Zhou Zheng's wolfish look at this moment. He was only wearing a thin layer of pajamas under his down jacket and a pair of slippers on his feet. The slippers were not warm enough and he was so cold that the tip of his nose turned red and his lips were a little shivering and purple.

Seeing this, Lu Fangchi hurriedly pulled Zhou Zheng into the house, went to the kitchen, poured a cup of hot water and brought it to Zhou Zheng.

When I passed it over, it touched his fingertips. It was as cold as a popsicle, and his hair was wet, as if it had just been pulled out of the water.

It's snowing so much that I don't even know where to hide when I run out.

Lu Fangchi hurried to the bathroom and got a dry towel to wipe his head. After wiping for a few minutes, he found that the effect was minimal and felt that there was a short circuit in his brain.

"Just go take a hot shower. Take off your clothes, they're all wet."

Seeing that Zhou Zheng didn't move for a long time, Lu Fangchi took over and tried to take him off.

At this moment Zhou Zheng suddenly took out a rose from his arms and handed it to her.

"I'm sorry." His tone was sincere, and his eyebrows were drooped as if he was admitting his mistake.

Lu Fangchi was stunned for a moment, and a part of his heart collapsed rapidly, and he felt sour and soft. In the end, he answered the question irrelevantly: "I didn't bring my cell phone, and I still have money to buy flowers?"

The topic changed a bit too quickly, and Zhou Zheng blushed. He had just encountered such an embarrassing situation. He rubbed his nose with his hand, a little embarrassed: "I exchanged it for luxury goods." He paused and added, "I was quite vain before Xin Lu."

This made Lu Fangchi laugh. He reached out and took the rose and took a look. It was late at night so there were no fresh flowers left. In addition, it had been rubbed in his arms and was even a little wilted. The flower head was drooping, just like Zhou Zheng's posture at the moment -

"So, forgive me?" It felt like a puppy's tail was wagging behind him.

【Author’s words】

Begging for a starfish