Long time no see, Mr. Qin

Chapter 39 Forget Me, Or Just Remember Me, Just Me (5)

Qin Ziyang picked up his coat and went out angrily.I stood at the door and shouted at his broad back: "It's really not her."

It's a pity that he has already entered the elevator, or even if he doesn't enter the elevator, it's useless. Sometimes it's futile to explain what a man thinks countless times.

Forget it, I feel really tired.I closed the door, walked to the bed, fell on it without changing clothes, and fell asleep drowsily.

When I woke up, a face appeared in front of me.

"It's scary, why are you looking at me from so close?"

"She didn't do it." Qin Ziyang whispered.

"Yeah, it's not her, I've already said it."

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, you used to have so many women, you might not know which one. Oh, no, it shouldn't be the past, even now I guess there are quite a few."

"Don't talk to me like that."

I turned around, and instead of looking at him, I said, "No really. I'm just tired and want to sleep."

For the next few days, Qin Ziyang never came again.I stayed quietly at home, and being in a daze seemed to have become a habit.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he flipped the number over and over but couldn't press it completely, so he gritted his teeth and pressed the last button.

"Nian Jin, I'm in a meeting." His deep and deep voice came from over there.

"I miss you."

He seemed to pause, then hung up the phone.

I looked at the hung up phone, and my heart turned out to be empty.

Two hours later, there was a knock on the door.I walked over and was hugged by him as soon as I opened the door.He buried his head in my neck and took a deep breath of my breath.

"You actually made such a phone call while I was in a meeting, huh?" His expression was terribly solemn.

"If you don't like it, I won't call next time." I said seriously.

He bit the tip of my nose and called me a goblin.

At night, when he was fast asleep, I lay down next to him, looked at his long eyelashes, and said softly: "Qin Ziyang, I lost all my heart, and you ended up sleeping with someone else. How can this be possible, even if she can't."

Later, I started to buy vegetables and cook, and I made everything he ate with my own hands.I asked the best cooking teacher to teach me.In addition, I also started to learn flower arranging, painting, etiquette, piano, and makeup.I am constantly improving myself.

This day is a very special day.I got up early to make the cake, and when I was thinking about the ingredients, the phone rang. I looked at the number displayed on it, and I happily picked it up.

"When did you come over?"

"Sorry, I can't pass today."

My heart suddenly cooled down.

"Why?" I gritted my teeth and asked him, but I already knew the answer in my heart.

Except for the sound of breathing, there is silence.

He said nothing.

"Thank you." I said, my fingers had already pinched the phone tightly before I knew it.

"Su Nianjin."

He suddenly called my name in a low voice.

"Qin Ziyang, thank you for not using the reason that you are busy as an excuse. It's fine if you don't come, but I just don't feel well and want to go to bed early." After finishing speaking, I hung up directly.

After turning on the tap and washing my face, I suddenly felt that the face in the mirror was ugly and disgusting.I poured water on the mirror vigorously with my hands, and the water flowed down from above. In the mirror, my face was cut into N pieces by the water flow, which was faintly visible until I couldn’t recognize it at all.

When he walked out, he looked at the food on the table, carefully arranged candles, red wine, every dish was his favorite, and I even picked out the carrots for those dishes that were flavored with carrots, because he always do not like to eat.There is also the music flowing in the room, and finally my eyes fell on the cake, the fruit cake, every heart was carefully cut out by myself.But now it all suddenly strikes me as ridiculous.I went to the table, picked up a knife and cut the cake, picked up a piece and put it in my mouth to savor it carefully.

"It's delicious, hehe."

I took another glass and poured some red wine.I bought it at a high price. It tastes authentic and mellow, and it looks sparkling in the candlelight.I also put a slice of fresh lemon in it, shaking with the goblet, floating on it like a boat of love.I took it to my mouth and took a small sip.

"Really good wine."

I took another bite of the dishes, and I took a little bit of each dish and chewed it slowly in my mouth.Everything is top notch.

"The hard work these days is really not in vain, but..."

I jerked them all to the ground.

But what's the use?

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart, it is really uncomfortable.

The more I looked at the delicious cake, the tighter the upper left was, the tighter I was, the more I felt like I couldn't breathe.I picked up the cake from the ground. I did it with my own obsession while supporting my body that was about to fall. Now I hold it in my hand and it feels so heavy. I can't move any more.

I insisted on throwing these cakes, which hurt my eyes, into the trash can, then closed the lid fiercely, and finally turned around, leaning on the wall, and somehow entered the bedroom.

As soon as it touched the edge of the bed, the whole body fell down.

Unknowingly, liquid flowed down the cheeks and entered the mouth, which was filled with a salty taste.

In the middle of the night, when I sat up to drink water, my lips felt extremely dry. I guess I had a fever. The fever made my whole body look like a dead wood lacking water, and it was about to shrivel up.I heard the door knock and saw Qin Ziyang walking in.He was wearing a windbreaker, even though my eyes were blinded by the burn, he was still so handsome in my eyes, or even more so than before.

The former Qin Ziyang had never experienced any setbacks, he was used to being superior, and there was a natural nobility in every gesture.He pursed his lips tightly, and a casual look would give people a feeling of being looked down upon, but it seemed to be a matter of course to be looked down upon by him.

Later, when he suffered a setback, his arrogance was abruptly broken, but it was mixed with a heart-wrenching melancholy, like a defeated prince.Prince?Such a title always makes me feel very novel, but it is similar. Even if he loses, he is still a prince.What a contradictory title.

what about now?After experiencing ups and downs, he who was once aloof has been polished to become more restrained and mature. Not only has his nobility not been damaged in the slightest, but it has been wrapped up in layers.This introverted masculine charm is even more attractive - when the corners of the mouth move, it looks like a lake, the water is soft and shallow; when speaking, it looks like the wind, making you feel like your whole body is bathed in it.But he himself is a mountain with insurmountable thickness and height. Standing at the foot of the mountain, he can't help but feel that he is too small.

I took a deep breath, suppressed all my grief, and said, "You are here."

He hung up his clothes, then walked in, and leaned down to place a light kiss on my forehead.

"Isn't it hard to say?" My voice was a little rough, and it felt like words were forced out of my mouth.

"Don't worry about you, just come here."

"Hehe, I have nothing to worry about."

"Then what if I put it another way-I want to be with you on this special day today." He lifted the quilt and went to bed.

"A special day? Don't you forget, it's past 12 o'clock now."

"It hasn't passed in my mind yet."

"But in my mind it's over."

He hugged my body, his hands began to restless, but stopped in the next second.

"Why are you so hot?"

"I have a fever."

"Did you take your medicine?" he asked.

"I do not want to eat."

"Why are you so indifferent to your body?"

"not in a good mood."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't leave just now. I saw those things you prepared for me." He kissed my eyes.

"It's late, Qin Ziyang, I don't have to eat after seeing it."

"The heart is the most important thing," he said.

"Intent? Hehe, this sounds really perfunctory. Qin Ziyang, do you know that many things are not just what you want. If you come here earlier, maybe there is still time, but now..."

I thought of that cake, I made it with my own hands, went to Paris, came back, got in the rain, supported my uncomfortable body, and baked bit by bit...

These images played back quickly in my mind like rewinding.

At this moment, the heart that was only aching faintly started throbbing violently and intensely.

"It's not too late now, as long as you're here, it's not too late."

I didn't say anything.

"Did you eat cake?"

He thought for a while, nodded, and then added: "I still want to eat what you prepared."

"Okay, you can eat."

I got out of bed, walked to the trash can, stepped on it, and the lid opened.

I pointed to the cake inside, "How about it, isn't it very well done?"

His face was frighteningly dark in an instant, he looked at the deformed cake inside, then at me, clenched his hands into fists, finally walked over, wrapped his arms around my body, "Let's just buy another one."

"Yeah, just buy another one. Anyway, you have enough money now, let alone buy another one, even if you buy five or ten more, it's not a problem."

He took out his phone, "Which company did you order this from?"

"Which one did you order?" I repeated his words with a smile.

His brows furrowed as I smiled.

"I made it with my own hands. Did you see my hands? The wounds and bubbles were all made for this cake. Qin Ziyang, do you think I really went to Paris for a trip? I just I just want to give you a surprise. For this day, for this cake, you can't imagine how much I have paid in this life, just like you can't imagine how much I, Su Nianjin, have done for you in my entire life."

He took a deep look at me and said he knew.

I just laughed, and I said, "I'd rather you don't know. If you don't know, at least I can try my best to let you know. I can also hope that after you know, you can love me to the bone. That would be great."

The look in his eyes became extraordinarily deep, the lines on both sides of his face automatically tightened, and his brows were slightly frowned.Although these movements are very small, so small that others may not be able to see them, but I am not others.

I am working hard every day, but there will always be a stone flying over and hitting me suddenly, and then I look up, and what I see is the dark clouds all over the sky, covering the blue sky and the sun, and the eyes are dark, everything is dark Can't see clearly.

At this moment, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the number, hesitated for a moment, and finally picked it up.

I looked at him quietly, watching his brows gradually furrowed and his face darken.

"Okay, I'll go right away..." Putting on his coat, he was about to go out.

I don't know where the strength came from, and I grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Where are you going?"

"There are some things to deal with." He looked a little flustered, as if he didn't even have time to speak.

"What are some things?" I stared at him.

He pushed my hand away a little irritably, "Don't make trouble, she was in a car accident, I have to go and see."

"Did I scrape my leg or break my arm? Could it be another small wound?" I sneered.

He retracted a leg that had already been straddled, then turned around and stared at me fiercely.

That look really broke my liver and gallbladder, the heart-piercing ice-cold sealed my limbs, and even penetrated into my internal organs continuously.

I am too clear about the meaning of every expression and look in his eyes. It is because of this clarity that I know the emotion contained in his eyes.

His hand no longer had the strength to grab him, so he let go.

It wasn't until he walked out of the gate that I half-kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath.

After a while, I walked tremblingly to the head of the bed.The phone was placed in the first drawer above, and when I pulled it out, it almost fell and hit the corner of my eye. Although it didn't hit me, there was a red mark.

I was trembling as I held the phone, flipped open the cover and pressed a button quickly.

There came a voice as cold as snow from the top of Qilian Mountain, but after hearing my voice, the tone changed sharply.

"I'll be there right away, don't move."

Then the phone fell to the ground, and I lost consciousness, but the coldness and distorted pain at that moment are still fresh in my memory, or the pain and embarrassment are so profound that I can hardly forget it.

When Qin Ziyang received the call and rushed over, he still had the familiar scent of jasmine on his body.

Ironically, my room was not far from hers, only a few rooms away.

"Why did the stomach suffer from such a serious illness?"

While frowning and looking at the doctor beside him, he came over to shake my hand, my cold hand.

"Patients are under too much pressure, and their diet and rest are also irregular, and this is a problem that has fallen for a long time. It is estimated that it has been backlogged until now before it broke out."

Qin Ziyang nodded and chatted with the doctor again.

After everyone backed out, he looked at me and called my name softly.

I looked straight at him, with my dry mouth open, and said, "Qin Ziyang, get out, I don't want to see you."

My voice must be very cold, because I feel very cold now.My body, my heart, my veins, every inch of skin, every cell feels cold, so how can my voice have warmth?

But the more I said that, the more he refused to go out.Why did I forget that although he has become calm and introverted, Qin Ziyang is still Qin Ziyang, the desire to conquer in his bones is still there, and it even grows unabated because he is firmly suppressed.

"How did it get so serious? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

"Did you have a chance to tell me? And do you really care if I'm serious or not?"

He was speechless for a moment, his left hand on his side tightened slightly, and finally opened again, "I'll wash some fruit for you."

"No, I don't have the appetite to eat those now, and my stomach is not suitable for eating cold fruits. Qin Ziyang, if you don't really care, don't pretend, it will make people feel even more disgusting."

He didn't speak, turned around and walked out. When he came back, he had a bowl of porridge in his hand, which was very hot.He blew it cool little by little, then picked it up and fed it to me.

Why is this scene so familiar, as if I have experienced it before.

When?Thinking about it, it feels like a whole century has passed.No, longer than a century.

I turned my head and closed my eyes tightly, not looking.

(End of this chapter)