Chapter 995

There are too many things in his heart. Jiao Yang wants to say that he is not in the mood, and he doesn't want to waste his time looking at any room.

He is here to put things. Now he has to go to the warehouse to keep up with the cement storage of Zhonghao building materials in the afternoon.

But look at Yan Yaru's expectant face, and think about Dr. Qiao's explanation to him last night

Forced down the reluctance in his heart, he turned and nodded.

"Well, let me see."

Hearing his consent, Yan Yaru was as excited as a child.

She pushed open the door, followed closely, with expectant eyes, swept toward Jiao Yang's face.

"How's it going?"

Jiao Yang came to this room. Last time he was drunk, Yan Yaru took him home and slept in this room.

He was deeply impressed by the exquisite layout of the room. He still remembers that the color of the room is more warm than the cold industrial style in the living room and dining room.

Milk tea colored carpet, light green bedding, with milk colored curtains, when sunlight comes in, it only makes people feel warm in the whole room.

However, that kind of arrangement, by contrast, is more female oriented. In addition, it's just a guest room. Apart from the necessary bed and wardrobe, there is no other superfluous furniture in the room.

Today, the whole room is really changed.

Almost everything has changed except the color of the wall and the location of the bed.

The original milk tea colored carpet was replaced with light grey, and the bedding was also changed to dark blue.

The original heavy wardrobe, I don't know where it has been moved, and a large workbench has been put in the vacated position. Whether it's answering e-mails or looking through documents, that workbench can fully meet his various work needs.

Not only that, next to the window, Yan Yaru also put a single sofa. Next to the white round table, there is a simple small bookshelf. If you are tired of working on the workbench, it's a good choice to go to that small sofa, drink coffee over and over, and look at the documents over and over again.

This room, Yan Yaru specially decorates for herself?

I don't think so?

How long will it take to make it like this?

From last night to now, yanyaru can't spare a day to decorate a guest room for herself?

This idea just flashed in Jiao Yang's mind.

He nodded at Yan Yaru, said "great" perfunctorily, then turned around and left.

He was full of thinking about the cement storage, but he didn't notice that when he walked towards the gate, the woman beside him suddenly overflowed with loss.

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How long has Jiao Yang been away from home? How long has Yan Yaru been waiting.

She stuffs herself in the bedroom and lies on the big comfortable bed, but she only feels desolate at the bottom of her heart.

His heart is not with her, so all her feelings for him will only become the source of her pain.

She promised to help him, but what is she doing now

She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't control it.

Originally, she had a chance to tell Jiao Yang to tell the doctor. In fact, she didn't want to commit suicide at all. She was just confused for a moment and took too much medicine.

Can see Jiao Yang that concern of facial expression, and hear doctor Qiao for his treatment arrangement, explain words, so stem in the throat.

She wants him to live next to her. Even if two strange medical staff need to be attached, they have to give her a lot of bitter pills every day and pay attention to her emotions in real time. But as long as they think about it, he will live next door to him. Every morning, as long as he steps out of the room, he can see him

The temptation was irresistible to her.

With him in her heart, she will feel at ease. She has not felt at ease for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before something came from outside.

She stopped breathing and listened for a long time to make sure that he was back before she got out of bed.

He opened the door and took a peek.

With fatigue all over his body, Jiao YangZheng took his own toiletries and went to the bathroom.

A sense of guilt, can not help flooding in the bottom of my heart.

He must be very tired, isn't he?

No matter whether it's work or Tang wanwan, it's clear that he has occupied almost all of his energy, but he still shares his energy at this time.

Ah, yes, Tang wanwan

Until this time, Yan Yaru remembered that yesterday morning Jiao Yang told her to ask Tianlei group who was in charge of the "Guiyan" project.

I forgot about it for a moment

But I don't know why, compared with guilt, her heart is more fortunate.Fortunately, he suddenly "got worse", which involved his energy.

Otherwise, now he should be busy with Tang wanwan, right?

A touch of bitter, pan on the lips.

How can she always do such things and always play the role of a third party?

It was like this when I was with Lu Yunnan. Now it's

No, she is not, and she will not be the third party between Jiao Yang and Tang wanwan.

She was just too sad and too tired.

She borrowed Jiao Yang for a few days. When she adjusted her state, she would return him to Tang wanwan.

Tang wanwan, she Should be able to understand it?

As long as she doesn't tell the truth of "suicide", let her think that she is really critically ill.

She has depression, which is true. The treatment plan is also proposed by Dr. Qiao. Besides, she and Jiao Yang are not the only two people in the family.

She'll understand.

Yan Yaru comforted herself, turned back, entered the room, and then closed the door lightly.

She lay quietly, but her mind was not quiet at all.

All the attention is focused outside the door.

He took a bath very quickly. It only took him ten minutes. There was the sound of slippers knocking on the floor outside the door.

Then the next door was opened and closed.

He went back to his room.

So late, does he go to bed directly or

No, he didn't blow his hair in ten minutes. His hair is still wet. Does he have to work for a while?

That night, Tang wanwan fell asleep in such speculation.

I don't know if it's because of psychological factors. This is the most stable sleep she has had in the past eight years.

A floating heart, as if finally found the landing point, around the cold, but also inch by inch scattered, warm ocean, as if there were hot springs flowing by.

She was greedy, enjoying this inexplicable sense of security, completely relaxed in body and mind, so she fell asleep until dawn.