Chapter 50 Soft Heart
Zhou Yang measured his own temperature three times: the first time was 36.5 degrees, the second time was 36.7 degrees, and the third time was 36.8 degrees.
Each time the temperature got higher, Zhou Yang touched his forehead and deeply suspected that the forehead thermometer was broken.
He lay on the bed for a while and applied a cold towel to himself. It felt a bit cold, so he changed to a hot one.
It was so hot that I felt it was too hot, and I felt restless inside.
He watched the wall clock point to four o'clock, and finally decided to get up, put on his clothes, take his keys and wallet, and go to the nearby pharmacy to buy a thermometer.
The forehead thermometer must be broken! It's not accurate at all! Shanyu~xi~du~jia.
He had just recovered from a serious illness and didn't have much strength, so he called a taxi as soon as he walked out of the community.
The car stopped in front of the pharmacy, and Zhou Yang negotiated with the driver: "Wait a moment, I'll take your car back."
When we got to the pharmacy, the woman was very helpful. "There's no such thing as a perfectly accurate thermometer; the most basic method, taking your temperature under the arm, is fine. But you seem quite energetic, young man. You don't look like you have a fever."
Zhou Yang bought a new axillary thermometer and sat on a bench in the pharmacy to measure his temperature for ten minutes. When he took it out, he saw that it was 36.6 degrees Celsius, which was 0.2 degrees lower than the last time he took the temperature with the forehead thermometer.
It seems that it is really not burning anymore.
He rubbed his face and thought that since he was already out, it wouldn't be a big deal to go to Longcheng Film and Television on the way.
Anyway, the taxi driver is still waiting outside.
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Lin Qiyuan had a very fulfilling afternoon, his hands were busy and his mind was full.
I signed the documents that needed to be signed, and handled the appointments and contracts that needed to be handled, but I still feel confused.
After he sent the message, he stared at his phone for more than half an hour, but did not get a reply from Zhou Yang.
Then, he felt stable.
Lin Qiyuan had noticed Zhou Yang's soft-hearted nature a long time ago and had been exploiting his soft-heartedness to trap him and keep him by his side.
Although he didn't reply, Lin Qiyuan knew that he would definitely come.
So, at 4:30 in the afternoon, after he finished his work, he stood in the most conspicuous place in Longcheng Film and Television waiting for Zhou Yang to come.
The two young ladies at the front desk looked out for the fifteenth time and couldn't help whispering to each other.
"Have you seen the orders from within?"
"I see, I see. The CEO's office told us not to treat Mr. Lin like a junior employee and not to greet him with such respect. What's the point? Is the prince experiencing civilian life?"
"Who knows? I heard from the secretariat that Mr. Lin hasn't been acting right lately. He might be in love. And look, Mr. Lin has been standing here for over ten minutes, motionless. Could he be the Cinderella waiting for him?"
"In order to woo Cinderella, the prince was willing to disguise himself as a coal painter, just to make Cinderella happy and at ease. Wow, how romantic!"
"So, do you think it's possible?"
"Probably bullshit! How can our President Lin be so naive that outsiders don't know? The inside information we got from the secretariat is not accurate? He's the typical person who only wants to cheat others and never wrong himself. And he's a coal painter? It's more like a tragic and beautiful work injury! I guess the person who can make President Lin lower himself and pretend to be poor and pursue him hasn't been born yet!"
Although Longcheng Film and Television is large, it has a gossip secretariat headed by Li Baiyu, and is well-informed about internal information.
However, everyone knew what to say and what not to say. Therefore, even though everyone knew Lin Qiyuan's personality very well, no one dared to spread even a single photo.
Naturally, everyone in the company was confused by the message sent by the President's Office, but they didn't ask questions that shouldn't be asked. They just had to execute the message. President Lin wouldn't treat them unfairly anyway.
Only Dong Yiji, who had just joined the company and had not yet officially registered in the company's internal system, was completely unaware of this notice.
The first day at work was not busy. The other people in the secretariat were thinking about the relationship between Mrs. Lin and Lin Qiyuan, so they didn't order him around like they did other newcomers.
This allowed him to intentionally or unintentionally cast his gaze towards Lin Qiyuan's office.
The people in the secretarial office saw through it but didn't say anything, and let him do any work like handling documents or serving tea and water.
He naturally enjoyed it.
However, Lin Qiyuan never looked at him twice from beginning to end. Sometimes when he walked in, the other party was even in a daze.
Dazed, this was Lin Qiyuan's reaction that Dong Yijie had never imagined.
In his eyes, Lin Qiyuan was an almost god-like figure with no emotional fluctuations and whose every move was exemplary.
But God can also be dazed.
Dong Yijie felt that there was something wrong with his cognition, but this little problem soon turned into a little joy.
Few people have probably seen him so defenseless, so adorably confused.
Is he a special person?
It was almost time to get off work, and Dong Yijie wanted to go back in to give Lin Qiyuan a glass of water, but when he entered the office, he found that he was gone.
Xiao An, who was busy nearby, glanced over and said, "Boss Lin should be leaving get off work first. There's a direct elevator for the president up ahead."
Dong Yijie didn't even notice when Lin Qiyuan got off work. He wanted to treat him to a meal and chat with him about their past schoolmate friendship.
He quickly packed up and said hello to Xiao An: "Brother An, I have something to do, so I'll leave first!"
Fortunately, as soon as Dong Yijie went downstairs, he saw Lin Qiyuan standing at the door of the building wearing a black coat.
He showed a look of joy, quickened his pace, and came to Lin Qiyuan's side.
"Lin...Lin Qiyuan!" After work, Dong Yijie felt that it was better to use the name between classmates, which could bring them closer.
The two were too close, so Lin Qiyuan took a half step back without leaving a trace and nodded: "Are you off work?"
"Right!" Dong Yijie saw a gust of cold wind blowing, and Lin Qiyuan inevitably sneezed. He quickly took out a scarf from his bag and handed it to him, "It's cold, wear a scarf."
Dong Yijie already had a scarf around his neck, and another new one, a birthday present he had bought for his father that morning. He thrust it into Lin Qiyuan's hand without hesitation, fearing he might dislike it. "I just bought this today and haven't used it. It's not an expensive item, but it's enough to keep me warm."
Lin Qiyuan's first reaction was to refuse, but when he had been staring in a certain direction and saw someone who was wearing thin clothes and was about to be blown away by the wind, he hesitated for a moment and took Dong Yiji's scarf.
When Dong Yijie saw him accept the scarf, he felt both comforted and touched. He thought that he would not be rejected if he asked him to have dinner with him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that Lin Qiyuan had taken two quick steps and had just passed him.
"goodbye!"
Dong Yijie was surprised to see that he had become very impatient. It was no longer just a trot, but a run.
What made him so anxious?
Dong Yijie couldn't move his feet and watched Lin Qiyuan hurriedly get on the crosswalk. In the middle of the crosswalk, he pulled a very handsome young man across the road.
“Brother, you…”
When Zhou Yang was crossing the street, he saw Lin Qiyuan talking to a young boy. The boy was very attentive to him, and even his eyes were full of admiration.
After just two sentences, the boy began to hand the scarf to Lin Qiyuan, and Lin Qiyuan accepted it without hesitation.
What a scumbag!
He crossed the road angrily and was almost hit by someone, but was stopped by the culprit halfway.
"You should look out for people when crossing the street. Didn't you see someone knock you down?"
"I……"
"It's so cold, why don't you wear more clothes?" Lin Qiyuan took his hand and patted it as if scolding a child, making his frozen red hands even redder.
Zhou Yang: “…”
"Next time you do this, this won't be the punishment."
So what is the punishment?
Zhou Yang was very curious, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had to look around and happened to meet Dong Yijie's eyes, who was watching the movement here curiously and even with hostility in his eyes.
"Who is he?" Zhou Yang looked away, looking as if he had nothing to do and asked casually.
Lin Qiyuan was taking off his scarf when he heard the words and asked, "Who?"
"Um, the one you were just chatting with and now looking at us?"
Lin Qiyuan unfolded the scarf, looked up at Dong Yijie from a distance, and said, "Oh, colleague, the scarf seller."
“…”
Zhou Yang felt that it was true that he had social anxiety and low emotional intelligence. The other person clearly expressed his admiration for her, and the scarf was a gift, not a sale, but Lin Qiyuan actually understood it this way.
Wait, he's not playing dumb, is he?
Zhou Yang glanced at him suspiciously, only to see him fiddling with his scarf seriously, his expression revealing no flaws at all.
"Stretch your neck!"
When Zhou Yang heard Lin Qiyuan's sudden order, he subconsciously straightened his neck. Then, he felt something soft on his neck. The cold wind was blocked by the soft high-end scarf, and Zhou Yang felt wrapped in warmth all of a sudden.
The scarf was very long, so Lin Qiyuan wrapped it around his chest twice and started tying a knot.
Lin Qiyuan had never done this kind of serving work before, and he tied the knot to death in no time.
Zhou Yang: “…” The feeling of being touched only lasted for two seconds.
Lin Qiyuan was about to untie it again, but Zhou Yang simply grabbed his hand and stopped him: "Forget it, let's do it when we get back."
When Lin Qiyuan was tying his scarf, he was worried about having no excuse to hold Zhou Yang's hand. This time, seeing that the other party took the initiative to surrender to the enemy, he simply held the person's hand and refused to let go.
But there was one embarrassing thing.
Lin Qiyuan held Zhou Yang's left hand with his right hand. This was not the direction home at all!
How can I change to holding my left hand with my right hand quietly and naturally, or how can I get home safely without changing hands?
Waiting online, it's urgent.
The author has something to say: I was planning to update more today, but I can't. I'm so unlucky. I have an allergic reaction to the medicine. My holiday was a mess.
I’m setting a flag here that I will save 100,000 words of manuscripts before I start writing next time, to ensure the quality and quantity.
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