He Youyou slept soundly in her big bed.
She opened her eyes and rubbed her still slightly dizzy head.
I haven't drunk this much in a long time.
The lingering effect is something I'm not used to all at once.
She got out of bed, feeling dizzy, and stumbled her way to the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee.
The sound of coffee beans being ground came from the coffee machine, and the aroma of coffee powder filled the entire room.
I was awake, but I still felt very weak.
My body is weak, and my steps are heavy.
She carried her coffee cup and slowly walked to the sofa in the living room.
I found the most comfortable position and half-reclined to drink my coffee.
After a sip of coffee, my mind cleared up considerably.
Some image seemed to flash through my mind...
VOCAL!
Zhao Changqing!
Zhao Changqing was present when she came in!
He Youyou was startled, but not particularly panicked.
She never deliberately hid anything from Zhao Changqing.
Last time, after Zhao Changqing got drunk, he even came to her to subtly probe her...
He Youyou finished her coffee at a leisurely pace.
Next, I went into the kitchen and put the coffee cup in the dishwasher.
I went to the refrigerator again, opened the door, and looked through it.
Great, the watermelon has been refreshed.
It seems that although Zhao Changqing was drunk last time, he still listened to what she said.
She left the space carrying a watermelon.
Unsurprisingly, I saw the man sitting blankly by the bed.
"Hey! You're still here?" He You greeted him casually.
The watermelon in my arms was a bit heavy, and it was slightly difficult to hold it with both hands.
When Zhao Changqing saw her appear, his gaze froze, and he slightly opened his mouth.
But it felt like something was blocking my throat, and I couldn't make a sound.
He Youyou's gaze suddenly fixed on one spot, and she pointed a finger: "Don't move!"
She poked her fingertip in front of his eyes, rubbed it against his eyelashes, and withdrew a glistening drop of water.
"Did you cry from fright?"
Zhao Changqing stared at her blankly, like a fool.
He felt a surge of joy at having her back, and he wanted to hold her in his arms, but...
But there was a watermelon between them, blocking his way.
Zhao Changqing tried hard to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.
He cleared his throat.
But I didn't know what to say.
I don't know if I should say it or ask it.
He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would scare her away.
All he managed to utter was, "You...you're back?"
"Mmm." He Youyou pushed the watermelon in her arms forward. "Help me carry this, it's so heavy!"
"good."
Zhao Changqing obediently hugged the watermelon.
I dare not make a single extra movement.
He had never felt so constrained before.
It was as if she was worried... She was a frightened butterfly, and at the slightest disturbance, she would flutter her wings and fly away.
He Youyou looked at his cautious manner helplessly and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a monster, I won't eat you. I can't explain this clearly either. But let me tell you, I really am a person, a living person. Sigh, I'll tell you slowly another time."
after……
Tell me slowly...
Although Zhao Changqing was slow-witted, he was not stupid.
He reacted quickly and grasped the two words.
after……
Is she saying they have a future?
hehe……
"What are you grinning about?" He Youyou asked, puzzled.
Zhao Changqing's smile faded: "Will you stay in the Han family forever?"
"Well, I can't go back anyway. I have nowhere else to go except the Han family, so I'll just stay here for now."
Zhao Changqing breathed a sigh of relief.
He held the watermelon and asked, "Where are we taking this watermelon?"
He Youyou got out of bed and put on her shoes.
"Come on, take the watermelon to the stone table in the yard, kill it, and call the children to eat."
"Mm." Zhao Changqing replied, holding the watermelon, but then turned his eyes to He Youyou, "You go first."
He had suddenly regained her and didn't want to lose sight of her.
He Youyou patted her clothes, put her hands behind her back, and led the way with an air of authority.
As soon as the two came out, they saw Steward Qian standing in the courtyard, his face full of worry.
He Youyou asked, "Hey, Lao Qian, what are you doing standing here?"
When the housekeeper saw the two of them come out, his expression softened slightly.
But the embarrassment was still undeniable.
“Madam, Zhao… the Commander.”
Seeing the expression on Steward Qian's face, how could Zhao Changqing not know what he was thinking?
He felt a little embarrassed thinking about spending more than an hour in a woman's bedroom in broad daylight.
He gave a perfunctory "hmm" and walked away with the watermelon in his arms.
He Youyou, however, was not embarrassed.
They wouldn't even consider how to explain the fact that "the two of them messed around in the bedroom for more than an hour and finally produced a watermelon."
They even warmly greeted him, "Old Qian, come on, let's eat watermelon. Send someone to call the children over."
"Hey, I'm going to the kitchen to get a knife."
Old Qian agreed and left in a hurry.
Zhao Changqing carried the watermelon to the well in the backyard to fetch water and washed it clean.
Even when a servant offered to help, he couldn't bear to let go.
The watermelon was washed clean, and when I brought it back, I saw that Old Qian had already prepared the knife on the table.
Han Wenzheng and Zhao Wenqi, the two children, also came out when they heard the shouts.
The sun had already begun to set, and the courtyard was no longer as hot as it had been at midday.
Under the mimosa tree, several people were killing watermelons around a stone table.
The watermelon was cut open horizontally, revealing its bright red flesh.
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