Love, Expired

"Xiao Zhou, this is the birthday cake card issued by the guild."

"Thank you, Director Zhang."

Xiaoning, a nurse on the side, asked, "Dr. Zhou, are you celebrating your birthday today? Wow, the same day as my family Ouba."

"Sister, who is your Ouba?" Qian Weicheng joked, raising his eyebrows.

Xiao Ning rolled his eyes, "It's not you anyway."

"Okay, don't talk about it, go to work. The leaders of the administration building will come down and inspect, just a few of you lazy, one at a time." The director spoke, and everyone returned to their posts with their tails.

Standing at thirty is a big birthday.

After work, Qian Weicheng pulled Zhou Hao, "Brother Hao, I'll have dinner with Qian Qian. Would you like to be together? Today is your birthday, and I'll invite you to a luxurious dinner."

Qian Weicheng and Qian Qian are trying to make contact. Nothing else has changed. The kid is more and more fragrant every day. The kid is older and will pay attention to it. He will also spray perfume in the mirror when he goes out.

Qian Weicheng called this the hormonal taste.

At that time, Zhou Hao remembered Jiang Yuzhen in his head, and that person always had a cologne fragrance.

"I'm not going. The patient this afternoon ... heh, headache."

Qian Weicheng understood, "Go back and rest, I will bring you breakfast tomorrow."

"Thank you, be nice to other girls. Grandma also asked me yesterday, where did you two go?"

"Got it."

Qian Wei looked like a monkey, jumped, and disappeared all at once.

Zhou Hao's smile drew closer, and he felt a little lost. He pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, thinking about the afternoon: a middle-aged man yelled outside his clinic, pointed at his nose and scolded him for prescribing the medicine, and he was uncertain how many rebates were received . Seeing that posture was about to rush in, it was because of security that stopped the man. However, he was given a course of hypoglycemic drugs. The man went to the toll booth to pay, and found that the money on the medical insurance card was wiped out more than 400 at once, and the anger was inexplicable.

This kind of unreasonable patient is hard to come by for a century, and today is really a big luck.

Zhou Hao stepped out of the hospital with a bicycle and passed by a dessert shop. He stopped and thought about buying a small cake with matcha flavor.

In the evening, the breeze was blowing slowly, and it was particularly comfortable to blow on the body, and the wrinkles in the daylight were also slightly relieved.

Yesterday, I received a courier from Jiang Yuhuan. He arrived at noon. He just arrived home from work.

When I opened the box, it was not unexpected. It was still an airplane model. There was also a small card in the box. On it was Juan Xiu's handwriting-"Hao Hao, happy birthday. Wait for me."

Zhou Hao carefully put the model back into the box and stored it in the bedroom cabinet, which was full of small planes that were completely stuffed.

It's already June 12th. The person said that he will return next month. Zhou Hao silently thought in his heart whether it was early or late. The difference between them was more than ten days.

Passing the square in front of the community, an old lady was waiting there with a fan. There was still a faint light in the setting sun, and a thin layer was laid on the ground floor of the square. Zhou Hao hurriedly passed by bicycle ...

Entering the unit building, Zhou Hao happened to meet the little couple upstairs. The woman was carrying a man's arm, and she seemed to be ready to go out after a meal.

It's so good to talk about love, no matter where you go, you can experience the joy of dating, walking and getting tired, sleeping and getting tired. Anyway, everything can be tired.

Zhou Hao retracted his eyes, climbed upstairs, and drew the key at the door of the house, the door of the house suddenly opened.

The man was wearing a gray apron, slipping on slippers, holding a spatula in his hand, and a gentle smile on his face. Zhou Hao said earlier that Jiang Yuzhen looks good, but his smile is very rare.

Zhou Hao froze and blinked, "How did you come here?"

"I came by plane."

Zhou Hao's cheeks were unnaturally slightly red, and he lowered his head in preparation for changing shoes.

Jiang Yuzhen stood in a high mountain, standing in front of the door, blocking Zhou Hao.

"Don't stand stupid, help me pick up the cake." Zhou Hao held on to the rope that tied the cake.

Jiang Yuzhen quickly took the cake back, put it on the table, and then came over to block Zhou Hao's way.

"You get out, I want to go in." Zhou Hao was angry, but his voice sounded good.

"Kiss me, and I will let it go." Jiang Yuxi deliberately leaned over his face.

In fact, with a little push, Jiang Yuzheng could move away immediately, but Zhou Hao still pretended to be reluctant and bumped into the right cheek of Xia Jiangyu.

Taking advantage of Zhou Hao's shyness, Jiang Yuzhang also took a sip.

Zhou Hao showed unhappiness on his face. He shoved Jiang Yuzhen openly, and went back to the bedroom. The door was closed. He grabbed the plush bear on the bed and squeezed out, "Rogue Rogue Rogue!"

Listening to this tone carefully, it seems quite happy.

He is such an awkward person, with different opinions and insincerity. Maybe the heart is already spring breeze willow, but in face, still have to pretend to be cold.

Jiang Yuxi was so scared that he thought the little madman was really angry. He quietly opened the bedroom door, and the scene made him cry and laugh. The little madman slapped his left and right slaps against the bear's fat face. Missing words.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yuxi deliberately asked him.

Zhou Hao hurriedly lowered the bear, sitting in a serious position, his face regained his expressionless expression, "Bring the door up and go out."

Jiang Yuzheng stayed away, still sticking to the bedroom door.

Zhou Hao fell down the bear savagely and walked over. He wanted to push the man out, but didn't want the man to clasp his head with his left hand.

The man kissed and gradually deepened. He only had his left hand empty, because his right hand was still holding up the spatula. The kiss was hard to separate, and the square dance just outside the community began, and the loud voice went all the way to the bedroom of Zhou Hao's house, to their ears ...

Outside the house is the ordinary world, inside the house is the love of ordinary little couples.

Jiang Yuzhen removed his lips and looked at the crazy madman in front of him wildly. "Haohao, do you feel it?" Jiang Yuzhen's chest was still slightly panting when asked.

He asked like this, but Zhou Hao was thinking at the moment: Jiang Yuzhen's taste did not seem to be the same as Qian Weicheng's. What exactly was that taste?

"Huh? Talk." Jiang Yuzhen remained in his own question.

Zhou Hao looked up. "Jiang Yuzhen, what brand of perfume do you spray?"

Jiang Yuxi smiled, "I won't tell you."

At this time, there was a scorching scent in the kitchen, and Jiang Yuzhen remembered that there were still Cola chicken wings in the pot, and it was estimated that they were all on the wall.

Jiang Yuzhen rushed into the kitchen, quickly turned off the natural gas switch, lifted the lid, and the chicken wings inside were all sticky to the bottom of the pot, turned with a shovel, and the other side was almost burned into black charcoal.

Zhou Hao leaned against the door of the kitchen with his arms in his arms and shouted, "Jiang Yu."

Jiang Yuzhen was startled, and he stunned his hands. He turned slightly awkwardly, "Forget."

Zhou Hao stretched his neck and looked inside. "Forget it, it's carbon grilled chicken wings."

There were four or five plates next to the cooktop, all of which were full of home-cooked dishes, and Zhou Hao went in and brought them out.

Because the lunatic was celebrating his birthday, Jiang Yuzheng went to buy a bottle of red wine.

The two sat on opposite sides of the dining table, sitting opposite each other. Jiang Yuxi poured wine into the glass goblet, and the red wine poured down, and poured into the cup with the harmonious sound of "汩汩".

"Where did you get the goblet?" Zhou Hao asked coldly.

"bought."

"I really can't live, just get two cups, why bother with this money."

What a shame ...

"Yes, yes, tomorrow I will sell the washing machine at home as a waste product, just rub it with my hands, and the washing machine still costs electricity?"

Zhou Hao glanced across the opposite man and buried his head without speaking.

At this time, Jiang Yuzhen suddenly became serious and affectionate. He raised his glass. "Happy birthday, you are one year old and you are four."

Zhou Hao touched him with a glass and glanced at him, "I thank you for your attention." He tilted his head and groaned and drank all the wine in the glass.

It is fragrant and pure, and this wine is certainly not cheap.

After having dinner, Zhou Hao proposed to go outside for a few laps, just to consume food. The two wore short-sleeved shorts and strolled side by side in a small park in front of the community.

There are so many people, the noises converge into the atmosphere of a city life, and they softly strike the hearts of the two.

"Don't you say you're coming next month?" Zhou Hao asked after a long, quiet silence.

"I guess you must be staying at home alone," Jiang Yudi thought, and laughed aloud. "But, better than I thought, I also know that I bought a cake for myself."

"When will you go back this time?"

"You have to go tomorrow morning. It's not over."

Zhou Haomu kept silent, a few thoughts flashed in his head, all thoughts that could only be thought about and could not speak.

Walking to a sparsely grove, Jiang Yuzheng pushed Zhou Hao to walk in. Zhou Hao stayed still. "Are you sick? There are mosquitoes inside."

Jiang Yu's face was innocent, "I just want to take you through the woods."

"It's better to go home to drill a quilt than to drill any grove!" Zhou Hao really just talked nonsense.

Jiang Yuzhen's eyes were more ambiguous. "Then let's go home quickly."

...

When Zhou Hao woke up the next day, Jiang Yudi had already left, and a small note was placed on the table—

"The porridge is in the pan and there are small side dishes in the refrigerator. I will be back soon and wait for me."

I do not know since when, Jiang Yuzheng likes to emphasize two words intentionally or unintentionally, waiting for me. It's fine to write on paper, but he occasionally likes to say it with his mouth. Last week, Zhou Hao went to the airport to see him off. What he said at last seemed to be these two words.

Okay, just wait.

Zhou Hao rubbed his sleepy hair, thinking that he was too dead to sleep, and the movement of the man who got up was not heard.

Maybe it was tired and crooked in the middle of the night last night, disturbing the spirit ...

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Jiang Yu got off the plane and found a few more missed calls on his mobile phone. The driver Liu was already waiting at the airport. He took the back seat and went directly to the company.

The game introduced from the American company Aoshan last year had a good response. The company hit the iron this year and spent a lot of money to purchase an IP license for a popular martial arts drama. It is preparing to release the same IP mobile game next month. These days, employees are extremely busy.

When he first entered the company, Cheng Jing came up with anxiety and reported as he walked. "Mr. Jiang, the program team said that there was a bug in the game. The synchronization of the archive to the server will be lost. I called you."

"I saw it." Jiang Yuzhen's face didn't panic. "Notice. Overtime at night. You call the person in charge of the program team."

"Okay, President Jiang."

Zhao Mian, the leader of the program team, went into the president's office as soon as possible, and was close to the issue. However, he was out of such trouble. He should be scolded, and he was ready.

"General Jiang." Xiao Zhao trembled.

Jiang Yuxuan turned down the pen in his hand, raised his head, and stood up without anger, and there was an inexplicable shock in his eyes.

"It has been prepared for half a year, and you said that everything was okay at the time. Give me a reasonable explanation."

The air conditioner was turned on in the office, and the air outlet ventilated the air-conditioner. Xiao Liu's forehead was sweating, and he trembled his sweat with his right hand, and then swallowed his mouth. Yes, who knows, now ... "

Suddenly Jiang Yuzheng's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and made a temporary interruption.

"It's here, something's wrong with the company, and I didn't call you back." The voice was soft and intoxicating.

In just one second of work, Xiao Liu watched their fiercely-popular presidents turn into sweet-spoken and warm men, and the conversion was too fast, he was a little incredible.

"Are there many patients today? Are you busy?" Jiang Yu's mouth was full of smiles.

"Then you go to work, I'm busy too, and it's estimated to be midnight today. Haohao, I have already missed you, I'll call you at night, wait for me ..."

The phone hung up, Jiang Yuzheng's face still had a smile on her face, and the smile gradually closed. When she met Xiao Liu, it had become a thousand miles of frost again.

"Go on, give me an explanation."

...

Xiao Zhao came out of the office with a lingering fear. He just promised President Jiang that he would definitely solve the problem for a week. It was hard to get up to the sky. He was still thinking about what to do, and he met his secretary Cheng Jinghao.

"How's it? General Jiang's temper is okay?" Cheng Jinghao in a professional outfit, smiling at Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao looked up and shook his head with a bitter smile. "I'm a bad mold. I didn't stand the torture and tossed Haikou."

Cheng Jing was so trembling with amusement that he patted Xiao Zhao's chest and **** with the files in his hand, "What a pity!"

"Well," Xiao Zhao's voice went down. "Does Jiang always have a girlfriend? I just watched him pick up the phone, and the voice was soft ... you haven't heard it."

Cheng Jing laughed with flirtatious flesh and smiled at Xiao Zhao's chest with a file. "Buy you."

After working for several hours in a row, Jiang Yuxuan's neck was a little sour. He stood up and walked straight up to the floor-to-ceiling window. The whole city glanced down and the hustle and bustle gradually returned to quiet. He raised his wrist only to find that it was 11:30 Already.

Jiang Yuxi sat back in his chair and dialed the short number in the secretary's office. "It's here today, they can get off work, and pour a cup of coffee in."

"Ok."

About five minutes later, Cheng Jinghao came in with a cup of coffee and rested on the table.

Jiang Yu closed the document in his hand and looked up, "You go back, too."

"Mr. Jiang, are you going to stay at the company overnight?"

"Um." Jiang Yuzhen bowed his head again, his face was always sober.

Cheng Jing hesitated slightly, pondering how to open his mouth, and his footsteps seemed heavy.

"Is there anything else?" Jiang Yuchan looked up at her and frowned.

"Brother Yuyan," Cheng Jing chugs well, and the words in his mouth knot in his tongue. "My brother is getting engaged."

Jiang Yuzhen paused for a moment, but the strange color on his face just flashed. "That's fine, when?"

"Next month."

All the furnishings in the office are exuding a cold breath. Only the aroma of coffee flowing from the cup is hot. Such a sharp and conflicting collision is bound to wipe out contradictory sparks.

"Brother Yu, don't you want to contact my brother? Don't you want to know what he thinks?" Cheng Jing's impeccable makeup revealed the shadow of another man.

"I shouldn't be in contact with him anymore."

Cheng Jinghao's face turned slightly red, and it was an embarrassment that was ignored. "Brother Yu, your mother came to my house last month, and she also talked to my mother, saying that you live outside and now you are rare to go home . I almost told Auntie that you are not in City A at all, are you looking for Zhou Hao? "

"Go out." Jiang Yuzhen was clearly displeased.

Cheng Jing walked out in shock, just before the door closed, Jiang Yuxi called her, the coldness of his voice never before, "Remember, I am your boss, I pay you salary, you help me work."

Cheng Jing is so good-looking, he suddenly heard the implication of this statement: if you talk a lot, resign and leave. There was a pale gray on her face.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and the little lunatic was probably asleep. He also said that he was going to call him, but he forgot to reach that point.

Jiang Yuxi flipped through the WeChat circle of friends at will, and happened to be in a state sent by the lunatic 13 minutes ago: unable to sleep, insomnia ...

Since the two deleted WeChat friends with each other five years ago, or just added back last month, Jiang Yuzheng first entered the circle of little lunatics and wanted to see what he had posted in the past five years. The results were empty. There wasn't even one.

The most recent one was when the two were just living together. The lunatic took a picture of the living room of Binjiang No. 1 and passed it on. The accompanying text was "home".

Jiang Yudi never looked at the circle of friends, nor did he go to see someone in particular. It was the first time he had seen that state after eight years. His heart was pumped fiercely, old pain, dense and erosive, if I knew it early, if I knew it ...

What's the use of knowing it? Young and arrogant, he couldn't stand a lunatic who threatened himself all the time.

The street lights were bright, and Jiang Yuzhen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and called the insomniac lunatic. If choking in his throat, he is always silent.

Until Zhou Hao couldn't help but ask him, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Jiang Yuzheng still didn't speak, there was only invisible radio sound on the phone.

"No talking, I'm asleep." Zhou Hao's voice was not very happy to hear.

"Aren't you having insomnia?"

"Don't you say you called me at night?" Zhou Hao asked him instead.

Jiang Yubi's mouth chuckled. He understood it. The status of the lunatic was to remind him intentionally that he was waiting for his call. Otherwise, people who have not used the circle of friends for eight years can't remember thinking of a bubble in the middle of the night.

"Hao Hao, you haven't slept, have you been waiting for my call?" Even Jiang Yuzhen didn't realize how much his voice was looking forward to at this moment.

"No, I am insomnia, I am going to sleep now." Zhou Hao slammed the phone.

When Jiang Yuzheng dialed again, he had been prompted to shut down.

The coffee on the desk was still half hot, Jiang Yu took a sip of it, and the intense bitterness melted in his mouth, but he was sweetened by the call just now.

He clicked into the circle of friends again and commented on the lunatic, "Are you thinking of your husband?"

Jiang Yuzhen was busy until three in the morning, before going to the lounge to brush his teeth and wash his face, ready to lie down and squint for a moment. Before going to bed, I looked at my phone. A message from my circle of friends responded. I opened it and said, "No."

In the next few days, Jiang Yuxi was busy working overtime all night, and he was almost busy until early in the morning. What, is he thinking about him.

The man at the other end was still indifferent, always twisting a stubborn temper, who knows what he thought?

Until one time, Jiang Yuhuan kept talking and asked him, "Haohao, what is your relationship with me now?"

I calmed down for a while and asked very seriously, "What do you mean? I've bothered with you, what do you think is the relationship between us?"

Jiang Yuzheng hadn't responded to this dull wood at first, and then asked tentatively, "Hao Hao, you mean, are we two now in a relationship?"

"Boring!" Zhou Hao shouted, and hung up again.

From that call, the relationship was officially confirmed. Jiang Yuzheng worked harder. He is also a breadwinner now. However, on Alipay, he will receive a two-thousand yuan transfer from the lunatic every month.

None of them went to pierce, the self-esteem of people is sometimes a wonderful thing.