obsessed with love

Chapter 195 Going to see him

Du Ruo hung up the phone, sat on the platform and watched the buses pass by her one by one.

In fact, many things in life have changed due to a single thought. In the end, Du Ruo couldn't control it, so he hired a taxi to drive to Qiao Anming's apartment.

Qiao Anming lay on the bed until 9 o'clock and still struggled to get up. He was born to work hard and couldn't sleep late at all. Even though his body was very tired, his mind was busy. He wanted to work, think about various things, and more sadly, someone's death The face pops out from time to time, the thoughts are chaotic, and the person becomes more depressed.

In fact, it only took 10 minutes to take a taxi from Du Ruo's place to Qiao Anming's apartment, but she insisted on wandering downstairs for half an hour. Life is like this, always facing various choices, too many involuntary and I can't help myself.

But choices are very important, and many lives are changed because of a certain choice.

When Qiao Anming heard the doorbell, he stood up from the computer to open the door, his eyes met, and the expressions in his eyes were constantly changing.

In fact, Du Ruo has been rehearsing his expression at the door for a long time. He should be smiling slightly, and then said very plainly: "I heard that you are sick, so I will drop by to see you..."

But as soon as Qiao Anming opened the door, that face was obviously very sick, but his eyes were still cold. All the rehearsed expressions and lines were all messed up, leaving only instinctive reactions, eyes widened, lips pursed, and he didn't say a word …

As for Qiao Anming, he didn't expect Du Ruo to come suddenly at all, so his thinking slowed down by half a beat, his whole expression froze, he didn't say a word, he just turned sideways, meaning to let Du Ruo in.

Therefore, the meeting scene of the two people seems to be people who have lived together for a long time, one is at home, and the other is going to open the door... If you have experienced similar feelings, knowing that there is no entanglement, but still addicted to despair, if you have experienced this, You can understand this way of meeting between two people. Language and explanation seemed insignificant at that time, and people's thinking was completely stagnant, leaving only instinct.

So Qiao Anming watched Du Ruo walk into the living room, while he still stood at the entrance and gently closed the door.

"Why are you here suddenly?"

"Why are you still working?"

The two asked at the same time, and then smiled at each other, and the stalemate relaxed a lot in an instant.

Qiao Anming rubbed his forehead with his hand, walked into the living room from the entrance, and replied with a smile: "I can't sleep well, I'd better get up and work, and feel at ease."

Du Ruo also smiled: "Xiao Zhang called me and said you were sick, so I... stopped by to see you!"

"By the way?" Qiao Anming's small smile on the corner of his mouth faded away, his tone of disbelief was obvious, but he didn't point it out, he just greeted: "Sit down, I'll finish answering this email..." Then he spoke again. Sit in front of the computer and type seriously on the screen.

And Du Ruo was sitting on the sofa opposite him, looking at Qiao Anming in front of him.

On that day, he was wearing a light blue lapel T-shirt and a thick gray sweater. In fact, the weather in May was already a bit hot, but he still had to wear so many at home.His complexion was not good, his lips were a little pale, and he kept coughing while answering the email. Du Ruo couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of warm water and handed it to him.

"Don't work so hard when you're sick, you can never finish your work..."

The man in front of the computer raised his head, took a few sips of water, and coughed a few more times before answering: "I'm used to being busy, and I'm not used to being so idle all of a sudden!"

Du Ruo rolled his eyes, and the tone became a bit colder: "Then you plan to continue working at home despite your illness? Is it important to be healthy or to make money?" Qiao Anming felt warm in his heart after hearing this. Comfortable.

"You came here just to teach me?" Holding the glass of water, he slowly leaned back on the leather chair, asked with a gentle smile, and deliberately bit the word "by the way" very hard.

Du Ruo didn't expect him to say such a sentence suddenly, and his heart pounded, and his momentum suddenly weakened.

"I don't dare to reprimand you... just seeing you work while sick, I'm a little angry!" The voice of the last few words was so weak that she almost swallowed them, but Qiao Anming was still laughing, laughing so hard that Du Ruo shuddered, thinking angrily in his heart, Even the old man is so ill, the unpredictability in his eyes still hasn't weakened in the slightest.

"What are you laughing at?...Have you had breakfast? I don't see anything in your kitchen!"

"I haven't eaten, I can't eat... I have no appetite." Qiao Anming coughed a few more times, and quickly drank water to stop it. Du Ruo sighed in his heart, and suddenly began to feel distressed.

So what if the man in front of him has tens of thousands of net worth, he is sick and tired, and there is no one around him who brings tea and water, if she doesn't come today, he should just be alone in this empty room for a day, Carrying the sick body to face the still complicated work.

He is the heaven of the entire Sheng'an, the Qiao family's sky, so he can't afford to be sick, because no one can replace him.

So when Du Ruo heard Qiao Anming say that he couldn't eat, his heart ached sorely, and he was a little glad that he had listened to Xiao Zhang's words and came to see him.

Qiao Anming was still sending emails in front of the computer. Du Ruo took a breath, stood up from the sofa, walked directly to close his computer, and then covered his forehead with his palm, took a deep breath, and said softly: "Go to bed Lie down for a while, how can you still hold on when it's burned like this?"

Qiao Anming should be angry, because someone innocently interrupted his work, but at that moment, there seemed to be a dark surge in his heart, and then he thought, the years are long, if she is not by his side in the future, will no one dare to treat him like this again? close the computer?
So Qiao Anming gave a bitter smile, and replied softly, "Okay, I'll lie down for a while."

Only then was Du Ruo satisfied, and said briskly: "This is how you look like a patient, go and sleep for a while, I'll get you something to eat, even if you don't have an appetite, you can't be hungry."

Qiao Anming nodded, and actually got up obediently and walked to the bedroom.

Du Ruo looked around in the kitchen, found nothing, and went to open the refrigerator. There were double doors, a huge storage space, and there was nothing in it except a freezer bag that was frozen stiff.

Du Ruo shook his head helplessly, took out the fresh-keeping bag and opened it, and a few frozen sausages rolled to the ground...

All the accumulated sadness and heartache surged up in an instant, and Du Ruo could only hold his breath to pick up the sausage and put it in a fresh-keeping bag again.

In the end, Du Ruo went to the supermarket in front of the apartment to buy some clean vegetables and fruits. He simply boiled a pot of porridge, and then fried a vegetable. He thought it was too bland, and stewed an egg.

Du Ruo put the porridge and vegetables on the tray and carried them into the bedroom, and found that Qiao Anming had already fallen asleep, lying on his side, with the thick silk wrapped under his chin, curled up into a silkworm chrysalis with his whole body arched, and his brows were still frowning As he spoke, his lips were already a little peeled due to the fever.

Du Ruo stood in front of the bed and looked at it for a while, but still didn't have the heart to wake him up, but felt that the room was a little cold, and turned around only to find that he had turned on the air conditioner.

In the weather in May, he still had a cold and a fever, and he actually slept with the air conditioner on!
Du Ruo really wanted to be angry and laugh, so he could only find the remote control to turn off the air conditioner, and sat on the sofa chair in front of the bed to wait for him to wake up.

Qiao Anming seemed to have had a very heavy sleep. When he woke up, his whole body was covered in sweat and his T-shirt was completely soaked, but he was obviously much more comfortable. When he opened his eyelids, he saw that he was lying on his side on the arm of the sofa chair. As Du Ruo fell asleep, half of her face was covered by loose hair, only half of the corners of her lips and the tip of her nose were slightly raised.

The curtains in the bedroom were all drawn, and the midday sun penetrated through the gaps in the fabric. She just fell asleep quietly in front of him, as if it was a dream. When he woke up, nothing had changed, and she was still there.

But after thinking about it, she would leave when she woke up, and everything would return to the original point the next day, and there would be no connection between him and her, the boss and subordinate, so Qiao Anming lay on the bedside, looked at Du Ruo in front of him, and suddenly felt that I really want to be grateful for this illness and bring her in front of him, even if it is only a temporary gift, he feels happy.

There are porridge and vegetables on the bed cabinet, and the chopsticks are also placed beside it, but there is no warmth.

Qiao Anming struggled to get up, looked at his watch, it was 11:2 a.m., God—he actually slept for [-] hours.

Du Ruo was awakened by Qiao Anming's footsteps, opened his eyes, he was walking out with those porridge and vegetables.

"Are you awake? Sorry, I fell asleep!"

"It's okay, pregnant women are sleepy, if you feel like you haven't woken up, just lie down on the bed for a while."

In fact, what Qiao Anming said was not wrong, it was entirely out of concern, but Du Ruo was a little embarrassed, and quickly stood up to take the porridge in his hand.

"It's getting cold, I'll go to the kitchen to warm it up." Then he walked out with a tray in his hand.

Qiao Anming stood there and smiled, then went to the living room.

After Du Ruo came out of hot porridge, she found Qiao Anming sitting on the sofa with her computer in her arms and working. She really "hated iron but not steel", so she walked over and yelled, "Why did you just wake up and work again..."

But he raised his head and replied meekly: "I don't have a job, I'll watch the news for a while. I have the habit of reading newspapers every day, but I didn't go to the company today, so I didn't read the newspapers."

Hearing what he said, Du Ruo didn't delve into it further, and put the porridge in his hand on the coffee table in front of him with a faint "oh".

"Eat something, the porridge has just been heated... I also warmed the stewed eggs in the microwave."

Qiao Anming glanced at the porridge and vegetables on the coffee table, and asked with a smile, "You made it? It looks better than the noodles last time." It was actually a normal joke, but it accidentally aroused the two of them. Reminiscing, so they each smiled awkwardly, and Qiao Anming picked up the bowl and ate.

This time Du Ruo didn't chase him and ask "how is it?", but just sat on the sofa opposite him and watched him eat quietly. The room was very quiet, only the sound of chopsticks hitting dishes.

It's just that in Qiao Anming's memory, the meal was sad and joyful. When his willpower was weakest, she appeared at the right time, washed her hands and made soup for him, and then sat quietly with him to eat, that feeling , sweet and depressing.

But Du Ruo saw that Qiao Anming only drank porridge and didn't eat vegetables, so he asked curiously: "Why do you only eat porridge? Is my porridge too delicious, or the vegetables are too unpalatable?"

Qiao Anming put down the bowl and chopsticks, and replied with a faint smile: "Actually, the porridge and vegetables are both average, but your vegetables are a bit salty with too much salt!"

Du Ruo held his breath in his chest, twitched the corner of his mouth, and quickly refuted: "Didn't you say that your mouth has no taste? Then of course I need to add more salt..." Qiao Anming could not hear the strong words. happy.

"Okay, whatever you say..."

Du Ruo saw that he was laughing a little wildly, so he picked up the bowl and quickly passed in front of him... After that, the sound of water and the sound of bowls and plates clashed in the kitchen, and finally there was some popularity in the empty room.

Du Ruo came out with fruit, and Qiao Anming sat on the sofa with his computer in his arms to answer emails. She took a sneak peek at his computer, put the fruit plate on the coffee table helplessly, and explained word by word: "I have more porridge." After a while, you can heat it up to eat at night. There are still some vegetables in the kitchen. If your auntie comes tomorrow, you can ask her to make it for you and put it in the refrigerator. Also, remember to take the medicine if the fever has not subsided. Don't sleep with the air conditioner on... Also...don't worry about work when you finish eating the fruit on this plate. Didn't you always say that the body is the capital of the revolution? If the capital is broken, how can you make a revolution in the future..."

Du Ruo explained a lot in a long way, but Qiao Anming put down the computer and only asked lonely: "You want to go?"

Du Ruo frowned, and gave a low "hmm".

The whole room returned to calm again. Du Ruo took a deep breath and forced himself to smile: "When you are old, you have to take care of yourself...I will take care of everything that needs to be done for you, so let's go first, you take care…"

The last two words were a bit lacking in confidence. She felt that she might cry if she stayed any longer, so she hurriedly turned her head and grabbed the bag on the sofa, then buried her head and walked towards the entrance.

Qiao Anming sat there in a daze for a few seconds, then instinctively stood up and chased after her, pulling her past her body.

"Don't go... I don't want to be alone today, can you stay with me for a while..."

……

Du Ruo couldn't figure out why she stayed like that that day. Maybe it was because Qiao Anming's face was so ugly due to illness, or maybe it was because he was too lonely and helpless to keep him. But she was still unwilling to admit that she stayed in the end. It's because I really don't want to leave.

All the curtains in the room were opened by Du Ruo, and the brightest sunshine in May filled the entire space.

Qiao Anming didn't change his mind, and worked on the sofa with the computer in his arms. He answered N calls in just one hour, all of which were business matters.He really can't afford to be sick, even if he doesn't work today, those jobs will not disappear automatically, and he will have to deal with them one by one the next day, so Du Ruo no longer persuades him to go to rest, but just supervises him to swallow and reduce his fever Taking medicine, I leaned on another sofa with a cup of hot water and watched TV.

She turned down the volume of the TV very low, because she was afraid of affecting his work, and anyway, she didn't have any programs to watch, she just had nothing to do to pass the time.

At noon, Du Ruo only ate a bowl of porridge. After watching TV for a while, she soon began to feel hungry, but Qiao Anming's apartment didn't have any snacks. She stayed there until around 2 o'clock, and finally began to feel nauseous. I couldn't tell whether it was because of hunger or morning sickness. Anyway, I couldn't hold it anymore, so I ran to the bathroom and started vomiting...

Qiao Anming was devoting himself to work at the time, when he suddenly saw Du Ruo running to the bathroom, and then heard the sound of vomiting, he quickly dropped the computer and ran over.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly vomit like this?" Qiao Anming asked anxiously as he stood behind her and patted her back.

But she didn't have the strength to answer, she just lay on the pool table and vomited so much that her intestines would come out, she still couldn't feel comfortable after vomiting, she felt tight in her chest, and the feeling of nausea and nausea remained undiminished.

Seeing her turning pale from vomiting, Qiao Anming gradually understood the reason, stopped asking, and took out a wet towel and handed it to her.

Du Ruo took it and washed his face with cold water, and his spirit finally improved, but his face was still not good, and Qiao Anming felt distressed when he saw it.

"Do you often vomit like this?"

Du Ruo nodded: "Well, it's been better for a while. Before, I had to vomit many times a day. Basically, I vomited after eating, and then I ate after I vomited." Unable to stand still, Qiao Anming supported her back from behind, and asked with concern, "Why did you have such a severe reaction? Did you ask the doctor?"

Du Ruo didn't answer directly, but sighed lowly, and stood up straight from his arms.

"I was beaten up in the alley before and was hospitalized. The baby almost couldn't keep it, so I stayed in the hospital for half a month, infused with fluids, and received fetal injections. The doctor said that it was because of the fetal-protective medicine, so the progesterone in the body was too high. It is easier to have a pregnancy reaction."

She explained in detail, with no expression on her face, but her eyes narrowed slightly because she was unable to vomit.

Qiao Anming stopped talking, and squeezed Du Ruo's hands tightly.

The heavy guilt and heartache hit again, and now that she was in his arms, he couldn't make up for anything.

Qiao Anming felt more and more useless. He once said that he would protect her and prevent her from wandering away, but he actually made her suffer so much while pregnant with her own child. She surrendered herself to Pan Wei and was blocked in an alley Hospitalized, willing to bear the name of being a single mother and stay away from herself... Adding all these things together, Qiao Anming took a deep breath, folded his hands on Du Ruo's chest, buried his head in the hair on the back of her neck, and apologized disappointedly: " I'm sorry, Du Ruo...really..." He obviously didn't finish his sentence, but he couldn't continue.

Filled with guilt, tens of thousands of words are blocked in his heart, but he only has the courage to say the three words "I'm sorry"...

Du Ruo didn't struggle, and let him hug him. He opened his eyes and looked at the two overlapping figures in the mirror. His face was buried in his hair, so he couldn't see his expression naturally, but Du Ruo couldn't even see his own face. I dare not look at it, because I am afraid that I will see reluctance, compromise, and retreat in my own eyes.

In fact, with so many grievances and pain that has accumulated over time, I have been looking forward to the day when I can be held in his arms so tenderly, he apologizes to himself, and then she can cry without scruples, but on this day, she actually shed a tear Can't flow out.

He has already gone through all the suffering that he should have suffered. He said "I'm sorry" now, isn't it a bit late, not to mention what problems can be solved by saying "I'm sorry", the existing problems still exist, and nothing has changed, so Du Ruo closed his eyes. eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly pushed the people behind him away to the living room.

Qiao Anming knew that she had resentment in her heart, so she didn't force her to do so. She stood at the same spot to collect her emotions and walked over. She directly turned off the computer, sat on the sofa beside her and said, "I'm not working anymore. Let me sit with you for a while."

Du Ruo's spirit had recovered a bit, so when he heard Qiao Anming say that, he just wanted to laugh.

"Sit with me for a while? It's obvious that you have the cheek to ask me to stay with you..." She retorted directly, and Qiao Anming's mood immediately improved, and she replied with a smile: "Okay, you can say whatever you want, as long as you are with me... So accept What are you doing down here? It’s rare for me to spend time at home like this.”

Du Ruo glanced at him helplessly, knowing in his heart that he shouldn't indulge in this way, but he liked this feeling too much. The man in front of him restrained all his sharpness and sat beside him with a slight smile. The sun outside the window was warm, as if the whole world was happy He was about to die, so Du Ruo's mood improved irresistibly, and he smiled mischievously: "What are you doing? Do you have other hobbies besides work?"

He frowned, and replied with some embarrassment: "If liking you is not a hobby, then I really have no other hobbies..."

What shameless words, but he said it so naturally, Du Ruo's thinking was a little off-line, if Uncle Shen Wen made up his mind to be shameless, how could she bear it.

So Fool Du didn't dare to answer after hearing what he said, he faltered and fumbled the remote control and stuffed it into his hand.

"My... I think... let's watch TV..."

"Hahaha..." Qiao Anming burst out laughing, feeling that his illness was worth it.

But the sleepiness of pregnant women is indeed true. Less than 10 minutes later, Qiao Anming felt that the people around him were too quiet, so he turned around and found that Du Ruo had fallen asleep on the sofa with his head tilted, holding a pillow in his hand. She leaned her head slightly on the back of the sofa, the sun cast a golden light on her face...

He has seen Du Ruo in many ways, the stunning when he first met, then the domineering, then the lingering, and then the coldness not long ago, and finally now, sleeping peacefully beside him like this, the sun seems to be shining in front of her. What's worse, this woman is still pregnant with his child, possibly the only child in his life.

Qiao Anming's 20 years of empty life suddenly felt lively, as if there was warmth injected, and the sun was with her.

"Du Ruo...Du Ruo..." He turned sideways and whispered softly in her ear a few times, but she was still sleeping soundly, so he stopped shouting, just took out the pillow hugged tightly in her hand, and put The person on the sofa hugged him horizontally...

She seems to have lost a lot of weight, and is even lighter than when she was carrying her before. How can it be, she is still pregnant with a child.

Qiao Anming frowned, and leaned back slightly so that her face could be pressed into his arms... Her steps were very slow, for fear of waking her up, but her mood was unusually flustered, with a bit of uneasy joy and nervous.

The two people he wanted to cherish the most in his life, at this moment, were safely clinging to his heart, supporting them with all their strength, as if they were supporting the whole world.It's just that he understands that the retention is only for a while, and she will leave when she wakes up, and it will be difficult to see her in the future.

So he tried his best to slow down his steps, and then slowed down, like a slow motion in a movie, moving from the living room to the bedroom, reluctantly putting the person in his arms on the bed, thinking that she would wake up, but Du Ruo just said With a faint "hmm", the consciousness was fuzzy, rolled around on the bed, and soon fell asleep holding the quilt again...

(End of this chapter)