"What do you want to do, sir?" Asked sister Chen.

"Porridge."

Fu xishen's cooking is not very good. There is no problem with simple porridge. He just feels that Zhao Qiqing is frightened and may not have an appetite. It's better to drink porridge.

Sister Chen was pleased to see: "Sir, you have a heart."

Zhao Qiqing took a bath very slowly. When she came out, she found that the person who should be in the room was missing. She hurriedly pushed the door open and shouted, "ah Shen"

The rest of the voice got stuck in his throat again.

On the second floor, she looked at the man who was busy in the kitchen with an apron. Her eyes were a little hot again.

Fu Xi was deeply in the line of sight. When he looked back, he was just opposite: "come down, it'll be better soon."

Zhao Qiqing turned her head, wiped away the tears that were about to overflow, walked downstairs and said as if unintentionally, "I thought you left."

Fu xishen didn't answer, but put the bowl of porridge in front of Zhao Qiqing: "eat quickly."

Zhao Qiqing picked up the spoon and looked at the person sitting opposite.

There was some silence in the atmosphere, but both of them didn't speak with tacit understanding.

Zhao Qiqing was worried about whether he would leave again at night. She took a spoon and put it into her mouth.

The porridge just out of the pot hasn't cooled yet. Zhao Qiqing immediately loosened the spoon.

The crisp sound made Fu xishen immediately walk in front of her: "what's the matter?"

The stabbing pain in her mouth made Zhao Qiqing's eyes grow tears again. She fanned her mouth: "it's too hot."

"Why are you so stupid?" Fu xishen said seriously, but his hand raised her cheek: "put out your tongue and let me see."

After careful inspection, it was not too serious. Fu xishen was relieved: "let the porridge cool down later."

"Sister Chen, now give her cool and hot water. She burns her tongue and can't eat hot food recently."

Fu xishen didn't finish his words, but felt a heavy weight on his waist.

He looked down and saw that Zhao Qiqing was holding her waist and her face was buried, full of dependence.

"Get up." Fu xishen's voice was not very polite.

Zhao Qiqing shook her head and rubbed on his clothes.

"Zhao Qiqing -"

He just called her name and felt that the clothes on his waist seemed a little sticky.

She cried.

"I'll hold it for a while, just a minute." The voice in the waist was a little stuffy: "I miss you so much."

Fu xishen looked at her hair in silence. After all, he reached out and gently stroked her head.

"It's not a dream this time, is it right?" Zhao Qiqing used her hands again.

Fu xishen finally said, "I only have this dress. It's so dirty that I have to wash it."

"I'll wash it for you myself. Don't go today." Zhao Qiqing said as if praying.

Fu xishen listened to her voice as if he were possessed by magic: "HMM."

When Zhao Qiqing heard his answer, she raised her head. Because she was bored for too long, she blushed. She got up and took Fu xishen: "go, let's go upstairs."

Fu xishen did not move: "go up after eating."

Zhao Qiqing looked at him for a while. Then she turned back and put two chairs together and two bowls of porridge together. The behavior of control was very obvious.

Fu Xi sat on her left side.

The two quickly finished the porridge, and Fu xishen was dragged upstairs by her.

Zhao Qiqing pushed him to the bathroom: "go and wash it. I'll wait for you here."

Fu xishen looked at the clean bath towel stuffed into his hand: "I don't have pajamas or clothes to change."

This is a problem. After all, Fu xishen is not in his apartment now. He was angry when he left, and he didn't bring anything that belongs to him.

"You should wear my nightgown first. It's big and should be able to wear it." Zhao Qiqing stuffed the clothes into his arms: "as for toiletries, sister Chen should have prepared them for standby. I'll find her to come."

Fu xishen was directly pushed into the bathroom. As soon as the bathroom door was closed, the little woman disappeared.

Simply washed. When Fu xishen came out, she had all the toiletries ready.

"Where do I sleep tonight?" Asked Fu xishen.

"Right here, you're not going anywhere." Zhao Qiqing also locked the door, then climbed into bed: "go, I'll wait for you here."

Zhao Qiqing's vision has been reading on Fu xishen.

In fact, she felt that although ah Shen tonight compromised with her, he still kept a distance from her.

Zhao Qiqing pursed her lips and buried herself in the quilt.

The room was quiet. Fu xishen gently came out, raised his hand, turned off the night light and lay on the other side of the bed.

Fu xishen didn't plan to stay here tonight. He was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave. Unfortunately, Zhao Qiqing stayed.

"You love me."

Suddenly there was a sound in the quiet room.

"If you can show up near my house so soon tonight, are you already there?" Zhao Qiqing murmured, "you know where my home is. You don't even have to ask sister Chen where my room is -"

"I was drunk before. Was it you who sent me back?"

The air was quiet for a few seconds. Zhao Qiqing said again, "I know you're not asleep."

But the answer to her is still endless silence.

Zhao Qiqing moved her body and her eyes fell on the person next to her. He didn't move.

Looks like we're going to finish pretending to sleep.

But Zhao Qiqing has got the answer she wants. What she saw and felt that day is not a dream.

Tears fell from the corners of the eyes and wet the pillow.

Zhao Qiqing didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, the people next to her had disappeared.

Zhao Qiqing opened the quilt, stepped on the cold floor, opened the door and rushed to the railing. Her eyes darkened bit by bit.

"Madam, why did you come out without shoes? The ground is cold. Go back and put them on quickly." Sister Chen is cleaning upstairs. Seeing Zhao Qiqing, she hurriedly said.

"I'm fine." Zhao Qiqing looked at sister Chen: "your husband, have you left?"

Sister Chen was obviously confused: "what did you say, madam? Wasn't Mr. with you last night?"

No one knows when he left or where he went.

"It's all right. He's gone." Zhao Qiqing hung her head back to the room and put on her shoes: "sister Chen, come in later and help me change everything on the bed. Also, buy me some pajamas."

"Madam, all the things on the bed were changed only yesterday." Sister Chen said in surprise.

"Change it." Someone else slept.

Since he still wants to push himself away, she doesn't want anything about him.

Zhao Qiqing picked up the Nightgown on the bed and threw it on the ground.