The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 26

He Zhishu opened the door, the house was cleaned up, and the little milk cats were sleeping with small snores. It should be that the doctor is looking for someone to take care of.

He Zhishu sighed softly, and the development of many things is no longer within his limited imagination.

The next few days were very calm, and the life of He Zhishu seemed to stop quietly. The doctor’s phone was never answered. He was looking for time to ask Ai Ziyu for dinner. Jiang Wenxu didn't have a phone call, but sometimes there were a few long-lasting text messages coming over at night.

It took four or five days for He Zhishu to go out again. If there is no appetite, he should buy food at home.

It is very windy today, with a little snow flakes.

He knows that he has a tight scarf and simply buys something and plans to go home quickly. When I walked to an alley, I didn't see a piece of water stain on the ground. I fell down and squatted on my knees.

The pain is inevitable, but no one can pity the self-pity. He bit his lip in silence, climbed up and packed up the things scattered around, and bent his back to go home.

When he is alone, he is lonely and lonely. The bitterness is not too bitter. Only after a long time, people will become more silent. The coldness of He Zhishu is not born. What he has experienced is only hurt again and again. , parting after another.

The four little milk cats grow very fast, and they can't afford to scouring them. They love to wrap the book, and the little claws hook the He Zhishu into the neck of the arms. He knows that it is warm and itchy, and he has to worry about the pot. Give them five clams of milky white fish soup.

What He Zhishu didn't expect was that Jiang Wenxu came back at eleven o'clock in the evening. He knows that the sleep is shallow, and he almost woke up when the door was ringing.

Jiang Wenxu kicked off the Italian cowhide shoes and threw heavy woolen coats on the sofa. This man would never wear a scarf as long as he did not have a knowledge of the book.

"came back?"

Jiang Wenxu raised his eyebrows: "How have you not slept yet?"

He knows that Jiang Wenxu’s hand is gently touched, and he is cold: “Wake up. You don’t tell me when you come back, don’t want me to pick you up?”

Jiang Wenxu once kissed him and kissed him: "The flight is too late, I am afraid to bother you, and the winter night temperature in Beijing is too low."

He Zhishu did not respond to the sound, and broke the hand of Jiang Wenxu: "There are some fish soup in the kitchen, I will give you a warm and warm body."

Jiang Wenxu's chilly eyebrows are a lot milder: "I will take a shower first."

Jiang Wenxu really just rushed. Soon, when he came out, He Zhishu was putting the hot soup into the white bone china bowl.

"The taste is so good and low." Jiang Wenxu hugged the bowl, and his attitude was a little rare.

He Zhishu said: "The kitten can't stand the oil, I can't eat salty."

Jiang Wenxu drank the soup like a medicine, and greeted him with a book. He stretched his arm and put He Zhishu into his arms and pressed it on the sofa: "Think of me? Isn't I playing cats at home?"

He Zhishu only shook his head, his expression was very gentle, but the meaning of coldness was obvious enough to be ignored.

Jiang Wenxu went over and wanted to kiss the lips of He Zhishu. He Zhishu gently tilted his head and a light kiss fell on his cheek.

"I am very tired." He Zhishu pointed Jiang Wenxu's nose with his fingertips, not looking at the complicated eyes: "You are tired, go to bed early."

"I miss you very much." Jiang Wenxu raised his eyebrows and leaned closer to He Zhishu's ear and screamed at the heating: "Let me hug." This is Jiang Wenxu's killer to He Zhishu, and He Zhishu's ear is sensitive, Jiang Wenxu's The bass is so good that it is a good thing to use.

However, He Zhishu only frowned. This time he was disgusted from the throat. He didn't want to work with Jiang Wenxu. After thinking about it, he took the initiative and hugged Jiang Wenxu: "I hug you, go to sleep."