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As long as she thought of the similar faces of Qin Hanze and Qin Hanyan, the car accident a few years ago and the scenes of living with Qin Hanze for the past few months would appear alternately in front of Wen Zhizhi's eyes.

She constantly lifted her head to look at the clock on the wall. Worried that Qin Hanze had deliberately avoided her, she didn't send any messages or call him. She only watched as the clock rotated and waited for Qin Hanze to return.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sun outside the window gradually went down, gradually disappearing from the room. When the room turned dark, Qin Hanze still hadn't returned.

His stomach was already growling physically. He wasn't actually feeling hungry, but his mind was full of questions. There was no room for hunger.

Wen Zhizhi still turned on the lights and got up to go to the kitchen to prepare some food. She didn't know when Qin Hanze would return or what kind of answer he would give her. But if her stomach was growling in front of Qin Hanze, she would still feel embarrassed.

Standing in front of the counter, Wen Zhizhi ate a small bowl of plain noodles. She had no appetite and couldn't taste anything.

Just as he put down the bowl, his phone rang. It was clearly the sound from inside the bag. Wen Zhizhi shook her hands and turned it over for a long time, nervously looking at the interface. It wasn't Qin Hanze. Ye Xiao took a deep breath and let it go.

"Zhang Wen Si called." Zhizhi, today my mentor received a temporary international economic dispute. I'm going abroad. Can you come to my apartment every few days and look after my babies? " Zhang Wensi's treasures, not cats or dogs, but a few pots of flowers.

"Wise, I... I... I have time. " Wen Zhizhi wrung her hands, wanting to tell Zhang Wensi that she had nowhere else to go and asked if she could stay for a few days. However, he was too embarrassed to speak up.

However, her best friend was her best friend. Thus, she felt her hesitation and asked, "Zhizhi, have you been busy lately?" "How about …"

"No, I'm not very busy. It's just that I haven't resolved my conflict with Qin Hanze so I don't want to stay with him any longer! " Wen Zhizhi quickly waved her hand. When she came back to her senses and realized that Zhang Wen Si could not see it, she quickly spoke up.

"That's great!" Come and stay at my place. A big bed, no matter how long you live in it. I don't have to worry about my treasures anymore. " Zhang Wensi understood the meaning of the melody and immediately invited him passionately. If you don't come and stay at my house, then I'll be in a hurry with you.

"Okay, Zizhi, thank you." Zhang Wensi's "timely rain" moved Wen Zhizhi a little. That "thank you" sentence was sincere and provocative.

"But the noise from Zhang Wen Si's side is getting louder. Something must be happening again." Fine! The key was in the gap in the carpet. The password was 3629. When I get back, I'll open a romance program and we'll have a good chat. "I'm busy. I'm hanging up." Zhang Wensi cut off the phone after she finished talking about all the things she needed to pay attention to.

Between friends is mutual courage, is also to draw the sword to help.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Did Qin Hanze come back?

Wen Zhizhi's hand nervously gripped the cloth on the sofa, then released it. He had the key, and it was unlikely he would knock.

Hope is him, but also hope is not him, Wen Zhizhi's heart is very contradictory.

As the knocking continued, Wen Zhizhi got up and hit the corner of the coffee table. The pain made her bend over and hug her leg. The impact of the blunt object caused her calf to turn purple.

The knocking on the door became more and more urgent. "May I ask if anyone is in?" Not his voice.

"Wen Zhizhi dragged her injured leg, slowly moving it step by step." "Wait a moment, we'll be there shortly." At the same time, he replied loudly.

Although the security of the residential complex was pretty good, she was still afraid when she was alone at home. Through the peephole, he saw a courier standing outside the door. Only then did he realize that it was a flower cutting material that was delivered regularly. At the time, the two of them were trying to improve their relationship, and since Friday night was very free, they chose to have the express delivery delivered to them every Friday night.

"Miss Wen, here are your flowers for this week. Would you please check it out and sign here for it? " The courier took out the delivery slip and handed her a pen.

"Mm, okay, thank you." These hands were not as pale and wide as Qin Hanze's. She would think of Qin Lianze whenever she saw him. She bit her lips as she accepted the delivery slip and wrote down a beautiful signature on it, complaining about how disappointing she was!

Waiting, every second was as hard as a day. Wenzhi thought: I might as well send this week's flowers, and leave a bunch for this place where I've lived for many days and nights.

The green, white, pale pink and other colors in the flower bag are different, nameless flowers, squeezed into a pile of sashimi.

According to the color classification, then cut out the high and low slant, finally match.

"Hiss." When she accidentally cut her hand, blood immediately gushed out. Wen Zhizhi hurriedly picked up a tissue, but she could not stop it no matter how hard she tried. Fresh red blood continued to flow.

Feeling helpless, Wen Zhizhi took out the medicine box. When he touched something and saw the tweezers, gauze and medicine neatly placed inside the medicine box, he thought of Qin Xuanze as a surgeon.

After rinsing the wound with iodine, Wen Zhizhi lightly bit her lip with her teeth and ripped open the Band-Aid with one hand. It was very inconvenient to operate it single-handedly. But the blood was still flowing, and the thought that she could not even take care of herself made her feel more and more useless.

Qin Hanze's words of "boredom" were not without reason.

Wen Zhizhi thought about how she was nothing but a teacher, while Qin Hanze had great achievements in surgery and saved many lives. Perhaps, Qin Hanyan was one of them. However, if Qin Hanyan recovered, why didn't she contact him?

A bunch of flower arrangement was completed in Wen Zhizhi's scattered thoughts. She always felt that there were no two people who could do it with one hand.

No wonder, humans were social animals. Loneliness is terrible. It affects the mind, it affects the sense of beauty.

"Da," the door to the entrance opened and a tall, handsome figure appeared. His face was at the point where the light and shadow intersected. He could not see it clearly, and only his thin lips could be seen.

In the crook of his arm was the suit jacket he had left yesterday, and in his hand was a bag of snacks and fruit.

That face was too familiar. Wen Zhizhi no longer thought about it and turned around. She did not see another figure behind her.

When Qin Hanze returned home, he didn't expect Wen Zhizhi to sit on the sofa and wait for him to come back as usual. He thought she would be gone for two days. Thus, when he first entered the room, he was slightly dazed. After all that had happened, did this woman still believe him?

For a moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. But the person behind her had already come back, so she was afraid that she might misunderstand again. Would this woman care? His limbs were stiff and his facial features were cold. Only he knew how much his heart beat out of control.