149 sick

The days were not salty for a week. Just as Zhou Yishu was about to forget what had happened between her and Song Chun, she suddenly received an express package.

Zhou Yushu couldn't help wondering that she hadn't bought anything online recently.

When I opened the package, I saw a delicate and small jewelry box with a pair of small diamond earrings inside.

Now it seems that the person who gave the gift is self-evident, but Zhou Yishu can't figure out what Song Chun gave her earrings.

Is it for his impulsive behavior to her that night, or do you want to reunite with her?

If it is the first possibility, it is completely unnecessary, because she has forgotten what happened that night, and if it is the latter, it is even more unnecessary, because some things are missed or missed. Broken mirror, even if it is put together, the cracks are still there after all.

That's all. Zhou Yishu sighed and called him to say thank you. It's not a big deal. At least she doesn't have to think so much. Otherwise, if it goes on like this, she won't do anything all afternoon.

Zhou Yishu called Song Chun's mobile phone, but she didn't expect that the other party turned off the phone. Could it be in a meeting?

She was unwilling to call the landline in his office again.

A sweet female voice sounded, and she was also told that Song Chun was not there.

"Did Mr. Song go to the meeting?"

"No, do you need to make an appointment for you?"

"I don't need it. I just want to know why my mobile phone can't get through."

"The president is sick and went home for a rest in the afternoon. Do I need to transfer you to other departments?"

"No, I'll call you another day. Thank you."

This thank you still hasn't been said. Naturally, it hasn't been exchanged for an afternoon of calmness.

It was finally time to get off work. Zhou Yushu went to a place with the idea of trying.

That's the small apartment they lived in when they first met.

Zhou Yishu doesn't know why. She just wants to go there.

Maybe he should be in the hospital now. Maybe he is at home with someone to accompany him, but she still can't hide the idea that she wants to see him in her heart.

Zhou Yushu thought so in her heart that she had come to the once familiar community and rang the doorbell.

A middle-aged woman opened the door and saw Zhou Yushu standing at the door with a kind smile, "Hello, Miss Zhou, please come in."

Zhou Yishu sat down on the sofa and couldn't figure it out for a long time. She was sure that she had never met this elder sister, but why could she call out her name?

The man poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Zhou Yishu. "Miss Zhou, please sit down for a while. Mr. Song is still resting. I'm a part-time worker in his family. Just call me Sister Wu."

"Thank you, Sister Wu." Zhou Yishu nodded gently, "Mr. Song is sick, isn't he serious?"

"I don't know either. Maybe it's too hard." Sister Wu shook her head and said, "You can ask him in person when he wakes up later."

Sister Wu stopped talking and turned to the kitchen.

Zhou Yishu looked around. The furnishings in the house were almost unchanged, and she still maintained the way she lived here four years ago. The living room was clean, but it felt less warm and tougher than four years ago.

After a while, Sister Wu came out and walked to Zhou Yishu and said with a guilty face, "Miss Zhou, I'm really sorry to bother you. Mr. Song said that he would have dinner at seven o'clock today, and I'm ready. I promised my daughter to pick up my grandson before, but now it's 6:55, but Mr. Song hasn't woken up yet. Look..."

"Okay, I can wait here. Let's go. I'll explain it to Mr. Song."

"Thank you, Miss Zhou. You are such a good person." Sister Wu thanked him in a hurry, "The soup is still on the fire. I left a plate of coriander in the kitchen. Please sprinkle it into the soup and a few drops of sesame oil before you come to the table."

"Okay, I see."

Song Chun felt as if he hadn't slept so soundly for a long time. He slept dimly. When he woke up, it was already 7:30. He knew that it had passed dinner time, but he didn't know why he didn't want to wake up. He felt that as long as he woke up and walked out of this room, he would be broken immediately. It is.

Even so, he got up and walked out of the bedroom. The living room is very quiet. There is a woman's suit jacket and a sat bag on the sofa, which can never be used by Sister Wu. That must be her. Song Chun's heart beat again.

There was a slight noise in the kitchen. Song Chun quietly walked to the door of the kitchen and stopped, staring at the back and did not move.

What a familiar scene is this. Many years ago, this was the best time in his eyes. It was quiet and touching. He once vowed that he was willing to exchange all his efforts for this moment for a long time, but whether she was wrong or she was wrong. Now he has been confused and confused.

Zhou Yishu wore a light blue shirt, camel pencil skirt, beige high heels, and thin heels on the kitchen floor. Her hair was tied behind her head and tied into a ponytail, soft and well-behaved, just like the figure of that gentle girl a few years ago. However, she is no longer her now.

"What is Miss Zhou doing?" Song Chun said coldly, "We already have boyfriends and girlfriends. Aren't you afraid that your boyfriend will misunderstand when you enter the room so blatantly?"

The back was stiff for a moment, and he quickly turned around and said, "He never misunderstood me." Zhou Yishu didn't seem to be worried about his tone. "It's you. Sister Wu prepared dinner on time at seven o'clock and didn't see you get up. Go and sit down and eat right away.

Song Chun did not answer, but turned around and left. After a while, he came back and put a pair of men's slippers next to Zhou Yishu.

"When I came, Sister Wu told me that I didn't need to change my shoes..." Zhou Yishu looked down and whispered awkwardly.

"I didn't mean that. But your heels are so thin and high. Aren't you tired of standing for so long?

Zhou Yishu stopped making a sound. She came out of the kitchen, took off her high-heeled shoes and put on slippers. Her height was suddenly shorter. When she looked at him, she had to raise her head hard.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick? What's wrong?" Zhou Yishu looked at Song Chun in a rare gentle tone, and his face was really bad.

"No, I'm just a little tired. I want to take a break in the afternoon." Song Chun answered lightly.

"That's good." Zhou Yushu saw that he didn't have the desire to talk more, and she didn't talk much anymore. She turned around to serve soup.

Her arms stretched down and shook her thin back. Song Chun looked at it, as if he had been bewitched, and reached out to hold her waist.

Zhou Yishu stopped all her movements and did not look back or speak, allowing Song Chun's hands to be pinched on both sides of her waist. He shook it hard, just shook it, and then let go of her. "I'll go out and wait."

After he said that, he left.

Zhou Yishu didn't say anything during the meal, and Song Chun accompanied her. Except for the sound of the gentle touch of the cutlery, it was an awkward silence.

Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Song Chun said, "Sister Wu, how's the cooking?"

"Not bad." Zhou Yushu nodded, "It's just that people are too honest. As soon as I came, she asked me if I was Miss Zhou, and she was relieved to leave me at your house. What if some bad guy pushed the boat smoothly? I was really not vigilant.

"No way." Song Chun answered in a low voice and stared straight at her. "I told Sister Wu that you are the only one who knows the address here besides her."

Zhou Yishu calmly met his eyes and smiled slightly, "Thank you, Mr. Song. Should I feel honored?"