After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

When Chen Xingzhu woke up, his head still ached and he frowned unconsciously.

Turning his gaze slightly, he saw Qiao Wenzhou standing quietly beside him.

He didn't know when the other party came in, but he didn't want to pursue it anymore.

A hoarse and tired voice came out of his throat, "Go--" pour me a glass of water.

As soon as he uttered the first word, Qiao Wenzhou handed him a plastic cup of water.

Looking at the other party's flattering smile, Chen Xingzhu didn't say much.

He sat up, and Qiao Wenzhou was about to support him, but Chen Xingzhu immediately raised his hand to stop him.

"No need." The voice was hoarse but unyielding.

Qiao Wenzhou had no choice but to withdraw his arm in disappointment.

For some reason, he always felt weak in front of his wife.

He only dared to talk about his wife in his mind.

In reality——

"Mr. Chen, be careful of the heat."

He called out respectfully and handed over a cup of water considerately.

Taking the cup from the other person's hand, Chen Xingzhu drank it all in one gulp. He was really thirsty.

The warm water soaked his tired limbs, and Chen Xingzhu felt that he was finally alive.

He exhaled, waved his hand casually, and said in a low voice, "Get out."

These two words made Qiao Wenzhou stunned instantly.

Then, oops! He finally remembered that he should have stayed outside after being kicked out by his wife.

But now, he came in without his wife's consent and was caught by his wife who had woken up.

Qiao Wenzhou's lips moved, "Mr. Chen... I..."

He wanted to explain, though he hadn't found a good excuse for himself yet.

Chen Xingzhu slowly raised his eyes, his gaze cold and stern, "Hmm?"

But it seems... he can't find an excuse...

With his fingertips slightly curled and his heart aching, Qiao Wenzhou avoided the other person's gaze and said, "I'm sorry."

Immersed in his beautiful fantasy, he finally woke up.

From yesterday to today, everything he did was to anger the other party.

This is a belated apology...

He pronounced these three words very softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the other person.

However, Chen Xingzhu just sneered and didn't say much.

He waved his hand again, and the meaning was very clear - get out.

The atmosphere seemed a little stagnant, and there was a hint of confrontation between the two.

The other party sneered nonchalantly, as if mocking his self-righteousness.

And the other party's cold attitude seemed to be severing the only remaining relationship between them.

What husband and wife...it's all his one-sided imagination.

Everything seemed like a sword piercing his heart.

It hurts, it hurts...

He knew that he could no longer disobey the other party, he should be obedient and turn around and leave.

But! Then...

Just leaving like this? He was a little unwilling.

He stood there stubbornly, his back stiff and his expression sad.

His heart seemed to be pierced with holes, and his whole body seemed to be placed on a polar iceberg.

Cold and astringent.

What should he do?

How can I win back the other person's heart?

He had just possessed her, and was he going to lose her so soon?

No, no!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen. I was wrong. I won't do it again."

"Don't drive me away, okay?"

"I will be very good. From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

"Please give me another chance..."

He spoke in a mess, but his eyes avoided the other person's gaze.

His voice was trembling and his body was stiff. He looked so pitiful.

Chen Xingzhu held on with all his might:...I just want to change my clothes...really!

He looked at the other person's eyes that seemed about to cry, and began to doubt himself. Did he really do something too excessive?

No! absolutely not!

Heaven and earth can bear witness that he is innocent!

He, who was being pushed, didn't cry, so what right does the other person, who is feeling comfortable, have to cry?

He didn't understand and had a headache.

Listening to the other party's crying, Chen Xingzhu immediately grasped the key point - 'Please don't chase me away, okay'.

So, this is a fear of being driven away?

He had to soften his voice and quickly explained: "I don't mean to chase you away—"

Hearing this, Qiao Wenzhou suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes as bright as stars, "Really?!"

He simply couldn't believe it. Did Mr. Chen forgive him?

Different from his previous fierceness, Mr. Chen is now relaxed.

An invisible high wall gradually disappeared, and the distance between them seemed no longer far.

Moreover, he felt a vague sense of closeness, which came from Chen Xingzhu in front of him.

It was because of this slight intimacy that he suddenly realized that maybe... probably... possibly... Mr. Chen did not have no feelings for him at all.

Otherwise, why would the other party come to him alone?

And they had a pleasant evening.

Mr. Chen didn't say it explicitly, but they were indeed no longer just strangers.

Otherwise, why would Mr. Chen explain it so gently?

Mr. Chen should be a man of decisive and resolute character.

But now, he softened himself just for himself.

He must be special to Mr. Chen.

After realizing this, his smile became even brighter.

Ah, so happy.

He is in tune with the person he loves.

She was so sad that she was crying in the previous second, but in the next second she was so excited because of his words. Chen Xingzhu was almost... almost laughing out of anger.

Never mind, he shook his head and laughed in his heart.

"Really? You go out first. I'll change my clothes and come out soon."

Just like coaxing a child, he softened his voice as much as possible.

I thought the other party would leave by now, but!

Qiao Wenzhou: "Mr. Chen, do you want to change your clothes?"

He asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is this uncomfortable to wear?"

As he spoke, he had already moved to the front of the wardrobe and opened it.

"Mr. Chen, which one do you want to change? Can I help you take it out?"

Then he pointed to a white pajamas in the closet.

"How about this one? It looks very comfortable."

Then he pointed to another dark gray fleece-lined garment.

"Or this one? It looks pretty thick, so it should be warm."

Chen Xingzhu held his forehead silently.

Wow, he finally saw what it means to "want to open a dyeing factory after being given a little color."

Qiao Wenzhou in front of us is a typical example.

After a long while without any response, Qiao Wenzhou turned around.

"What's wrong? You don't like anything?"

He asked this question, but his tone did not contain any accusation, but rather a hint of indulgence.

Weird, very weird.

But I can’t tell what’s strange about it.

Chen Xingzhu, who had been a soloist since birth, licked the sour roots of her teeth and said, "...I won't change."

And before the other person is about to speak, "Also, don't talk, I want to be quiet."