Your Most Faithful Companion

The honey sunset outside the window was getting lower and lower, and Cen Sen was standing in front of the hospital bed, his figure being stretched longer and longer.

Ji Mingshu was dumbfounded for a few seconds first, and when he recollected the meaning of the two words Cen Sen, her heart hanging on the edge of the cliff was suddenly pulled back, and her cold hands and feet gradually warmed up.

Looking at Cen Sen's expression again, somehow I always feel that there is a condescending sense of ridicule.

She silently pulled up the quilt, trying to cover her head.

However, one hand was still dripping, and the edge of the quilt tripped on the infusion tube, and then touched the needle. She failed to buckle, and couldn't help hissing and gasping.

Cen Sen looked at her quietly, with a pale expression. Seeing that she hadn't been able to open the infusion tube for a long time, he stepped forward and pulled the quilt to stabilize the infusion stand. Then he pressed the automatic lifting button without any haste. She can sit up halfway up.

Cen Sen: "First eat something."

Ji Mingshu followed his line of sight and looked at the bedside table, only to find that there was a thermos barrel and a medical record on it.

She picked up the medical record and glanced at her. She couldn't understand the technical terms, but the three words "hypoglycemia" were still very clear.

"..."

So she was really hungry and fainted, and she didn't think it was more reasonable than cancer.

Ji Mingshu lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, and then stiffly put down the tissue.

What a shame...

This ward is very large, and there is a floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view, but the air seems to be cramped and awkward because of the silence of the two.

Ji Mingshu is like a little baby who has done something wrong and obediently admits his mistakes. Both hands are placed on the flat belly, and he gently picks his nails. He never looked up and looked at Cen Sen.

Today, Cen Sen is not as impatient as usual. He also raises the table on the bed, pours porridge, and tests the temperature. The ten percent model husband only has to coax him to feed this step.

This is completely different from Ji Mingshu's imagination that when she wakes up, he answers the phone and returns to the company. He dared not pick his nails for a while, and he dared not move.

"Drink a little, not hot."

Ji Mingshu nodded, swallowing a few mouthfuls as if the porridge was poisonous, and quickly put down the spoon.

"Can't drink?"

"Yeah..." Ji Mingshu wanted to say "Can you go out and don't stare at me", but when he said it turned into a blunt rainbow fart, "This taste is average, not as good as yours."

As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered that Cen Sen seemed to have never cooked porridge for her, so she quickly changed the subject and said: "By the way, when will I be discharged?"

"It's just low blood sugar, anytime."

"..."

With this seemingly non-existent ridicule, Little Canary's glass heart broke.

Ji Mingshu’s mute voice, and Cen Sen’s voice also has a good skill of "I can say nothing if you don’t speak, everyone had better be silent till the end of the day."

Ji Mingshu stirred the porridge one after another, and suddenly suspected that the dog man was cutting meat with a blunt knife and torturing her chronically.

Can sneak a glance at his expression, but it doesn't look like it.

After testing for one hundred and eighty rounds on the verge of an embarrassing cancer attack, Ji Mingshu had to admit that no matter what the original intention of this dog man was, she had been tortured by this sudden patience.

She suddenly put down the spoon and said in a high voice: "You...can you not stare at me, I want to sleep again!"

Before Cen Sen could answer, or dared to look at Cen Sen, she kicked the quilt with her hands and feet, and hurriedly lay down.

The most terrible thing is that her face began to heat up uncontrollably, and the psychological hints were useless. The thought of "losing one's death" continued to prevail, like a bullet screen that played twice as fast, without opening her eyes or closing her eyes. Stop.

Cen Sen saw her red ears, and his heart moved slightly.

But only for a moment, there is no room for thought.

He packed the porridge, exited the ward, and closed the door again.

Ji Mingshu only stayed for four or five seconds after hearing the sound of closing the door. He couldn't wait to turn his head and saw that Cen Sen was still standing in front of the window, curled back very spinelessly.

Cen Sen smiled suddenly.

Zhou Jiaheng, who had been waiting outside, was a little surprised. When he looked up, the little smile on Cen Sen's face had already closed.

He went out while watching the time, and what followed was a series of work arrangements, "Star City announced that he would find a company to cooperate with, and the branch company's ability to publicize is not good. Sooner or later, he has to change."

Zhou Jiaheng: "Gabor?"

"You arrange." Cen Sen's voice was quiet, "Rongjia Land's account is almost ready to be collected. Find a time to talk to their boss Chen. In addition, don't worry about the private contact between Wei Chengfeng and Huang Peng. It is not yet time to let a few other people interfere."

"Yes."

Zhou Jiaheng followed him. Seeing that he had finished his official business, he wanted to ask something, but in the end it was due to the inertia of professional ethics, and he abruptly held back.

-

In the ward, Ji Mingshu curled up on the bed motionless, replaying his recent sins in front of Cen Sen in his head in high-definition. The more he thought about it, the more he felt ashamed. He clutched the pillow and vented silently back and forth. In the end, he might be tired. Fell asleep.

I slept until eight o'clock in the evening, and the IV was done.

The gentle nurse nurse took the empty bottle next to her and asked her carefully: just after hanging the water, it is best to eat something light to cushion her belly. Overeating and eating heavy oil and spicy food can easily cause gastrointestinal discomfort and so on.

Ji Mingshu nodded absently, still looking towards the door.

Cen Sen, the dog man is gone forever? There will be no one to pick her up outside, right?

Watching the nurses leave the ward, Ji Mingshu lost his gaze.

But the next second, the door of the room was pushed open again, bringing in a few wisps of sparse autumn night wind.

Cen Sen leaned halfway at the door, glanced at her indifferently, and suddenly said, "Clean up, let's go home."

Ji Mingshu sat on the bed with his legs in arms, staring at him as he approached step by step, his heart beating uncontrollably.

-

Unknowingly it was late autumn, the night temperature was very low, and the wind was freezing cold, so Ji Mingshu wrapped a windbreaker jacket.

When she got into the car and saw a certain brand shopping bag in the back seat, she couldn't help but glanced twice, "Is this a customer for you, or is it for a customer?"

"Seeing it at the airport, I think it suits you." Cen Sen got into the car from the other side and glanced at her.

"..."

For her?

Ji Mingshu looked at him suspiciously, and reached for the shopping bag.

When unpacking the box, I have to look at him from time to time.

When he saw the real face of Lushan with the bag, Ji Mingshu unconsciously jumped up, and his straight lips couldn't help but bend up and down.

It's pretty good-looking, she likes the brand color and style.

"Like it?"

Ji Mingshu looked at the bag with a good eye, and was extremely satisfied in his heart, but with an arrogant look on his face, he commented noble and coldly: "Just... barely."

She touched it lovingly, and suddenly remembered something, then turned her head, and still asked sternly, "How do you...how do you treat me so well today?"

"Yes."

Isn't it? She poured the porridge again, came to pick it up in person, and gave her a bag. How do you think it looks like a bad intention!

Last time he went to the magazine to pick up people abnormally, and he cooked her braised short platters abnormally. Wasn't he just waiting to feed her and conspiring to be unruly?

Thinking of this, Ji Mingshu squeezed the handle of the bag tightly, feeling anxious.

Isn't this a dog man, she just came out of the hospital today, is she so impatient and inhumane?

But within a few minutes, the car parked in the underground garage of a large shopping mall, and Cen Sen said that he was going to the supermarket to buy vegetables and cook porridge for her, as if it further verified her conjecture.

She got off the car with her new bag and was very alert to Cen Sen. On the way to the supermarket, she kept reminding him that she was a patient who had just come out of the hospital. She was weak and needed a good life and rest.

Cen Sen glanced at her, "I see."

"..."

That face is plain and perfunctory, I don't know what you know.

Cen Sen didn't know what she was thinking about, and didn't feel that she had done anything abnormal, and what was special to her today.

Everything seemed to go with the flow, he did whatever he wanted, and he felt it was justified.

-

On weekdays, Ji Mingshu rarely stepped into the supermarket, and this was the first time she went to the supermarket with Cen Sen.

Seeing the cute car style on the trolley at the door, she glanced more.

Cen Sen suddenly reached out and touched her head, and said quietly: "Don't look, your weight is not right."

His hands were still a bit cold, and she was clearly touching her head, but she felt that her heart was beating uncontrollably.

When he recovered and wanted to defend himself, Cen Sen had already pushed the cart four or five meters forward.

She hurried to follow, and Cen Sen held the handle of the cart together, calmed her heartbeat and asked for nothing to say: "By the way, when did you learn to cook? I didn't know before."

"When I was in college," he said while picking up the seasoning, "I didn't learn it specially, just download the recipe and just do it."

"I have also followed the recipe, how can I not."

Cen Sen put a bottle of cumin powder into the shopping cart, and turned to look at her with a look of "Don't you know?"

Ji Mingshu shut up with interest.

The supermarket was brightly lit. Ji Mingshu looked around and found that many young couples were pushing the car together, talking and laughing, and some were very sticky.

All the way to the aquatic area, the smell in the air began to become fishy. Ji Mingshu covered his mouth and nose, and before he took two more steps forward, a fish in a glass tank suddenly thumped and splashed out.

She subconsciously protected the new bag sent by Cen Sen, and when the fish was quiet, she took it up and wiped it lovingly.

Wiping, she felt something was wrong. She even carried BCK like a commuter bag and ran around, why should she be so careful that she didn't have a precious ordinary bag.

Without knowing what she thought, she immediately stopped wiping the bag.

Looking at Cen Sen, who was picking live shrimp, she quickly said, "This smells so bad, I'll go look at the snacks, and come back to you later."

After speaking, she immediately turned around, paused for two seconds, and quickly escaped from Cen Sen's sight with a small quick step.

Cen Sen looked up at her back, but didn't think much.

I just thought that Ji Mingshu could do something unbelievable from time to time as soon as he got out of his sight. He didn't stay in the aquatic area too much, letting people finish processing the shrimp, so he planned to find the small vase that couldn't walk independently.

-

Ji Mingshu floated around in the snack area with a bag, his stomach finally felt the belated hunger.

On weekdays, she has very low appetite for puffed food, but now she really wants to open a packet of potato chips and eat first before checking out.

Fortunately, in the end, her image overwhelmed her appetite, and she floated forward, intending to avoid seeing her.

Out of sight, her belly is clean, but she still can't calm down in her mind.

There are some things that she doesn't really want to think clearly lingering in her mind, like minefields full of mines, a little thought will blow up the existing peaceful life.

She wandered back and forth in front of the shelf for a long time, trying to remove the word "Cen Sen".

But just the next second after the thought appeared, Cen Sen's quiet voice was caught off guard behind him, "I bought it."

She was startled, her shoulders shivered unconsciously, and then she picked up a box of things from the shelf, and hurried forward without looking back, "I bought it too!"

After walking for a while, she inadvertently looked down and found that she was holding a large box in her hand. It was the kind of condom with a super-large title and a super-obvious sign on the carton. There were a dozen or twenty boxes in it.

What is a landmine? This is a real landmine.

Ji Mingshu was stunned and saw that there were still many boys around. Without thinking about it, he turned his head and stuffed the box into Cen Sen's arms.

When he looked up, Ji Mingshu couldn't wait to die on the spot.

Where are the Censen people? !