Although Yan Xiuzhi sternly denied it, Zhou Ziyi unilaterally believed that the boss's conjunctivitis had begun to affect his eyesight.
The young man looked up some information and found that if a person's dominant eye is blurred to a certain extent due to infection, it will indeed affect the judgment of distance and the overall environment. But because the other eye can still be used, it is not a wrong answer to stretch out the fingers and ask how many there are.
Based on this, Zhou Ziyi resolutely refused to allow Yan Xiuzhi to wander around alone.
Even when they arrived at the airport, Zhou Ziyi held hands with Yan Xiuzhi and walked together.
Mr. Yan was speechless: "Let go, aren't you hot?"
"It's not hot." Zhou Ziyi said, "The airport is air-conditioned, so why would it be so hot?"
Yan Xiuji: "But I'm hot!"
Zhou Ziyi smiled and said, "I understand. It's easy to get excited when lovers hold hands."
"..." President Yan really wanted to throw this sticky candy to the ground, "I can see! The airport is flat, you won't fall!"
"Okay, okay." Zhou Ziyi responded, but he didn't loosen his hand at all. He then changed his words, "I'm afraid I'll get lost, okay? Brother, I'm not good at English, I don't know which way is which in the airport, I'm afraid I'll get lost, can you take me with you?"
It is nonsense for someone who studies in N University of Country E to say that his English is not good.
President Yan looked at the couple holding hands passing by and wanted to ask himself why he didn't shake off Zhou Ziyi the moment he approached him five minutes ago.
"Ah, is our check-in counter over there?" Zhou Ziyi looked around and found the place, "Let's go."
Yan Xiuji saw him walk away and raised his eyebrows: "Are you not good at English and can't understand it?"
"I understand it again!" Zhou Ziyi turned around and smiled at him, "This is the power of love!"
Mr. Yan was so froze by his old trick that he was dragged away by him.
When we got to the counter, a small incident happened.
The ground staff lady who was checking in saw Zhou Ziyi approaching with Yan Xiuji. Yan Xiuji was still wearing sunglasses. It was unknown what she was thinking, but she suddenly said, "Sir, if you have a guide dog, you can bring it on board after applying. You don't have to check it in."
Zhou Ziyi: “Pfft.”
Yan Xiuji: “…”
The ground staff lady didn't understand the two guests' reaction for a moment. Zhou Ziyi managed to hold back the laughter that was about to burst out, then blinked and said, "I am his 'guide dog'."
"Zhou Ziyi!" President Yan couldn't help but shove him, then said to the lady at the counter, "Thank you for your concern, but I'm not blind."
The ground crew was shocked: "I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay." Zhou Ziyi smiled at her, "Our actions were somewhat misleading. I understand. After all, love makes people blind."
As he spoke, he shook his left hand. The ground staff saw his wedding ring and smiled: "I wish you happiness."
Zhou Ziyi responded with a smile: "Thank you!"
Not only did he thank him, he also looked at Yan Xiuzhi.
Mr. Yan somehow caught on to his train of thought. After a second of silence, he managed to utter one word: "...Thank you."
***
Waiting for flight, boarding, and returning home.
Except for the fact that Yan Xiuji was questioned by the customs about his eyes, everything else went smoothly. Zhou Ziyi had prepared for this questioning and asked the hospital to issue a certificate. After showing it to the customs, he was released.
When we got back to China, it was already late at night.
Yan Xiuji's driver came to pick up the people. In the car, Zhou Ziyi asked: "Brother, are you hungry? If you want to eat supper, buy it on the way. There is nothing to eat at home."
Yan Xiuji took off his sunglasses in the car and said, "No. If you want to eat it, you can go around and buy it."
"Forget it, I won't eat it either." Zhou Ziyi yawned, "I just want to go back to sleep now..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Xiuzhi's phone rang.
"You're really busy with work. Someone will be looking for you when you get back." Zhou Ziyi joked, and then he heard Yan Xiuji answer the phone and shouted, "Mom?"
Zhou Ziyi sat up straight.
Yan Xiuji ignored his reaction and just answered the phone: "Yeah, I'm back... I just got off the plane and I'm still on the way... What?"
The last two words "what" suddenly raised their pitch, causing Zhou Ziyi to turn his head and look over, with an ominous premonition in his heart.
Yan Xiuji was still on the phone: "Of course, you can, but why?...Okay...Okay, come on."
Zhou Ziyi: ???
Yan Xiuzhi hung up the phone, looked at the driver Xiao Li in front, and glanced at Zhou Ziyi.
Then he said meaningfully: "My mother is coming to live here."
Zhou Ziyi: WTF!!!
***
What does the Queen Mother’s presence represent?
It means that the emperor and his new wife have to sleep in the same bed!
The Queen Mother couldn't find out that they had actually been living separately before!
"Oh my god! This is killing me!"
As soon as Zhou Ziyi stepped into the president's apartment, he didn't even have time to pack his luggage and hurried to the guest bedroom where he lived. He had to pack up the daily necessities that were placed outside, and then move some things to Yan Jiafang's master bedroom.
Yan Xiuji, who had taken off his sunglasses, followed and said, "Most of your things can be left here. Just use this room as your dressing room and warehouse."
"But pajamas and some daily clothes should all go over there! And the towels, toothbrushes, razors, etc. in the bathroom, all those daily necessities should be moved up there!" Zhou Ziyi opened the closet, took down the clothes one by one along with the hangers, and threw them on the bed first. "Fortunately, Aunt Wang washed and dried new quilt covers in the past few days and replaced them in the guest bedroom, otherwise I would have to make a new four-piece suit for Aunt Wang now, and it would be too late..."
Yan Xiuji watched him running around, then looked at his watch and said, "Then I'll carry our suitcases up first."
"Okay. But I only need to move the black one up, the other blue one is a souvenir, and can be opened directly in the living room, which makes sense." Zhou Ziyi replied, and when Yan Xiuji turned and left, he chased him out the door and shouted at him, "Brother! Don't move it yourself, use your elevator to carry it up! Also, go up the stairs slowly! Hold on! Don't be in a hurry!"
The young man's words didn't sound like he was admonishing a middle-aged man, but rather like he was coaxing an elderly person. President Yan turned a deaf ear to him, returned to the living room, carried his and Zhou Ziyi's suitcases in each hand, and went upstairs.
The stairs at home will keep you from falling if you are awake.
Yan Xiuji ran twice, moved the suitcases, and started to unpack his things. Zhou Ziyi ran up with clothes in his arms, and as soon as he entered the master bedroom, he said, "Wow, it's still this dazzling red color!"
Mr. Yan, who had already slept with this happy quilt for a whole night, suddenly had a strange idea: ... we can finally "share the same misfortune".
Zhou Ziyi didn't pay attention to Yan Xiuji's movements, he just threw down the clothes and said, "Brother, help me hang up the clothes when you have time!"
Yan Xiuji raised his eyebrows: "You want me to help you sort it out?"
"Please, please, it's too late, it will be there in ten minutes!" Zhou Ziyi paused, and then said, "If it doesn't work, just make some room, I'll hang it later! There's still room for underwear, socks and accessories, don't forget!"
Before Yan Xiuji could even reply, Zhou Ziyi turned around and ran away.
Mr. Yan looked at the empty doorway and then at the pair of clothes thrown on the chair.
After a few seconds, he went to open his own cloakroom and make room.
***
Ten minutes later, the doorbell of Yan Xiuzhi's apartment rang.
When Yan Xiuji went to open the door, Zhou Ziyi quickly opened the suitcase containing the gifts and placed it on the floor of the living room. He also took out two of the bags and placed them on the coffee table, pretending that he had just returned and had been sorting the suitcase.
Then Zhou Ziyi also ran to the door to greet Chu Ling.
Chu Ling came alone, also pulling a suitcase, just like the two grown men who had just returned from a trip. As soon as she entered the door, Yan Xiuji called her "Mom". Zhou Ziyi hesitated between the two terms "Auntie" and "Mom", but finally made up his mind and called her "Mom".
"Yeah." Chu Ling didn't smile much, but she still responded to the two children's greetings, then stared at her son's face, "What's wrong with your eyes?"
Yan Xiuji forgot to wear sunglasses when he opened the door, and was "arrested" by his mother in a second. However, it was quite unusual to wear sunglasses at home at night, so he couldn't escape this anyway.
Zhou Ziyi opened his mouth to explain when he heard this: "Uh, he did it because..."
"My goggles got washed off when I went swimming, and the seawater got into my eyes." Yan Xiuji interrupted Zhou Ziyi and said, "I saw a doctor there, and he said it was a minor infection, conjunctivitis."
Zhou Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yan Xiuji. Yan Xiuji seemed to have sensed something, and looked at him, then silently looked away.
"A man this old can get conjunctivitis just by swimming." Chu Ling didn't think too deeply about it and believed whatever her son said. "Foreign hospitals often use autoimmune therapy, but it may not be useful. You should go to the hospital tomorrow to see what the local doctors say."
Zhou Ziyi said quickly: "I have already made an appointment for tomorrow. Let's go to the community hospital first. It's nearby and will be quick."
Yan Xiuji really didn't know this: "You have an appointment for tomorrow?"
"Yes, I just forgot to tell you, but don't you have a day off tomorrow?" Zhou Ziyi said, "Nine o'clock in the morning. If the community doctor says further diagnosis and treatment is needed, we can go to another hospital."
Chu Ling interrupted, "I think it's okay. If the community says it's serious, then go to a private hospital. I'll give Xiao Zhou the contact information of that hospital later, and Xiao Zhou can contact them directly in the future."
"Thank you, Mom." Zhou Ziyi smiled, "I'll go get you a drink, what would you like to drink?"
"Just boiled water is fine. Drinking anything else at night will keep you awake." Chu Ling said, "I'm already pissed off with Yan Wenwu."
When Zhou Ziyi heard that it was an internal conflict in Yan Xiuzhi's family, he didn't dare to stay here to gossip, and left quickly.
Chu Ling watched him leave, then looked at her son and said seriously: "Your father actually wanted to pull you down to teach you a lesson. I really can't understand what's going on in his mind."
Yan Xiuzhi, who was about to be dealt with by his own father, was very calm.
"Don't worry, he can't do it."
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