Mr. Xi only married but not in love

In order not to let herself pass out due to her weak constitution on the day of the funeral, Jing Yu kept forcing herself to fall asleep, but the effect was not good, she would wake up every hour, and even the sound of a car horn outside would wake her up .

The heart will be uncontrollably out of balance, a little dull pain.

This situation continued until six o'clock in the morning, when Jing Yu got up completely, and it was the first time he left the room on his own initiative.

The house was not the villa where she and Xi Beiyu were invited for the first time last time.

It's an apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms.

Compared with the previous villa, this apartment is more warm and lively. It seems that Xun Yanheng lives here often. Everything is placed within easy reach, and some things are placed very casually .

There is also an open laptop on the sofa, which is in a sleeping state, and the small lamp stand next to it is still on.

It means that the owner of the computer was still there not long ago.

Jing Yu was in someone else's home, so he couldn't walk around casually, so he sat on the sofa and waited for Xun Yanheng to come back, but after waiting for a long time, before Xun Yanheng came back, the computer screen was automatically blacked out.

The sky outside has changed from being hazy to being bright now.

At this time, Jing Yu smelled a burst of fragrance, which came to his nostrils.

She didn't have much appetite, but her stomach was rumbling.

She hasn't eaten much until now, and her internal organs have long been empty. After thinking about it, Jing Yu walked over looking for the source of the fragrance.

Going around a door, Jing Yu's footsteps paused.

The kitchen is open, and one can see Xun Yanheng busy in the kitchen wearing a white black robe, and his movements are very familiar. It seems that he often does such things. One person is holding two burning pots at the same time. I was busy washing the vegetables.

The sleeves were rolled up slightly, and there was a wound on the little arm.

It seems to be a knife mark, a very deep knife mark.

Xun Yanheng sensed someone, turned his head, and then jumped over her to look at the clock: "It's only past six o'clock in the morning, and you woke up? Didn't you sleep well?"

"...It's okay." Sleeping is more tiring than not sleeping, lying on the bed, some bad thoughts have been circling in her mind, lingering, that kind of depression has been surrounding her, it's better to get up: " Do you need help?"

Xun Yanheng washed the vegetables and put them in the basket: "No, it will be ready soon, I used to do it often."

Jing Yu was not particularly good at cooking and didn't continue to forcefully help.

His eyes fell on his forearm, he paused for a few seconds and asked, "Did your hand get cut by something?"

Xun Yanheng froze for a moment, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and replied softly, "Because I made a serious mistake before, and this is the price, and I will follow me for the rest of my life."

"It doesn't need to be said for a lifetime. Plastic surgery is very powerful now. If you don't want to, you can go to the hospital to remove the scars on your hands. It shouldn't take much trouble."

"No, I have no intention of getting rid of it." Xun Yanheng turned off the fire and wiped his hands: "It's good to have such a scar, it can remind me all the time, what stupid things I did before, can be Let me wake up, that's fine."

Jing Yu's eyes drooped slightly, and he took another look at his covered forearm.

What kind of wrong thing did he do to leave such a deep and long scar, which is so deep that it seems to cut off the whole arm.

"Your current condition is not suitable for eating meat, so I cooked a little porridge, and when your condition is better, I will cook some seafood. Are you allergic to any seafood?"

Jing Yu was arranging the bowls and chopsticks. When he heard this, he paused between his hands and answered slowly after a while: "I'm allergic to sea urchins."

"Only allergic to sea urchins?"

"Ah."

This situation was discovered when they were together with Xi Beiyu. At that time, they were like a couple who had just fallen in love, and they were inseparable all the time.

They used to be so good, but who knows how they became like this?
Across the deep hatred.

Jing Yu was hungry, but his appetite was not good.

After eating half a bowl, I felt bloated and uncomfortable, so I stopped eating.

Xun Yanheng cared about her: "Not to your liking?"

"No." She shook her head and said sincerely, "It tastes good."

Xun Yanheng is just like Jing Yu's first impression, he is a person who understands life very well, and his cooking skills are particularly good, which is much better than her half-tongue who has just been three years old.

It was also impossible to tell Xun Yanheng that he didn't want to eat it.

After all, she hadn't eaten for a long time, and now it was sent to Xun Yanheng's place, and she said she didn't want to eat any more, which was quite rude.

Then he picked up the bowl again, and forced all the porridge into his stomach.

Not long after eating, Jing Yu's face became paler and more ugly, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

She covered her stomach with her hands and rubbed it lightly, but there was still no relief.

"Someone will come over in a while and will give you some daily clothes and some props for you to go to the funeral."

"Ah."

Xun Yanheng cleaned up the dishes, looked back at Jing Yu's face, and frowned: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Don't force yourself to feel uncomfortable."

"Sorry." At this time, Jing Yu couldn't hold on any longer, got up and rushed to the bathroom quickly, vomited in a daze, almost vomited out everything he just ate, until finally there was nothing left. Vomit, it's all yellow bile.

There is a bitter taste in the mouth.

There was also a throbbing pain in her stomach, and this pain lasted for a long time, and she sat on the ground for a long time to relieve it.

It wasn't until he calmed down and the pain was no longer so painful that he washed up and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as he opened the door, he ran into Xun Yanheng who was guarding outside. He had no expression on his face: "If you don't want to eat in the future, don't eat more. I won't force you."

Xun Yanheng left first, and Jing Yu breathed a sigh of relief before walking out.

But not long after, Xun Yanheng handed her a cup of warm milk: "Here, warm your stomach."

"...Thank you." She nodded politely.

Xun Yanheng raised his eyes: "Jing Yu, are you going to be so cautious all the time?"

Jing Yu gripped the milk cup tightly: "Huh?"

"Restrain polite behavior like this." Xun Yanheng said bluntly: "When I met you before, you were quite confident, with your own ideas and pride. In fact, you don't need to be so timid in front of me. Just take it easy as a close friend."

"...Okay, I'll change it." The warm milk in her hand seemed to be very hot, a little bit hot to her palm.

She has nothing now, a 'dead person' has nothing, and if she wants to take revenge, she must learn some 'rules', so as not to anger Xun Yanheng, after all, she understands that there are still many things that need his help in the future.