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The door of the suite compartment was not closed tightly, so Fu Zheng's deep and calm voice came indistinctly, "... Finish this material and hand it over to the planning department before Friday..."

Jian Yang lay on the back of the sofa, turned his head and looked over, his eyes fell on Fu Zheng through the half-open wooden door.The man looked at the computer screen in front of him with a serious expression, his brows were slightly frowned, his jaw was tense, he held the mobile phone by his ear with one hand, and covered the mouse with the other hand, tapping his index finger from time to time.

Jian Yang lowered his eyelashes slightly, thoughtful.

"So, this is the reason why you spent an afternoon at the beach in the winter?" Fu Yun turned off the power of the health pot, poured the boiled ginger soup into the mug, turned around and handed it to Jian Yang, but found that she was nagging The subject didn't know where his fugue had gone for a long time, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his wisdom tooth that hadn't been pulled out.

"...What are you thinking about?" Fu Yun stuffed the mug into Jian Yang's hand angrily.

"I didn't think about it," Jian Yang shook his head with a smile, and touched the top of Fu Yun's hair naturally, "Little girl, don't just keep a straight face, she's not cute."

Fu Yun's ears turned red a little, and she curled her lips in disapproval: "You used this trick to perfuse me again... Besides, I'm no longer a little girl."

"In my eyes, you have always been a little girl." Although for some reason, her temperament suddenly changed, and she was no longer the soft, cute and shy cute appearance when they first met, and became not easy to coax at all.

Ever since he came back and sneezed twice in a row, Fu Yun's face has been cloudy and overcast, even facing the tall Fu Zheng, she didn't lose the slightest momentum, crossed her hips and slapped the man who indulged her mischief. I blamed it a lot.

——Super vicious.

Jian Yang secretly slandered in his heart, but when he looked at Fu Yun, his eyes were full of joy and warmth as always.

The red ginger soup is warmed by the warm light of the chandelier, and bursts of rich and spicy aroma waft out along with the white smoke from the mouth of the cup.Jian Yang frowned and wanted to say that he didn't like the taste, but looked up at Fu Yun's face, and still didn't complain, but obediently moved the cup to his mouth and took a sip.

Not long after, Fu Zheng ended the call, pushed the door open and walked out from the cubicle.Fu Yun poured another cup of ginger soup and put it on the coffee table, then took out a tissue to wipe off the water stains on her hands, and picked up the coat and scarf that were on the other side of the sofa.

"Where are you going?"

Jian Yang stared blankly at Fu Yun's actions.

"I'm going to live with my parents tonight, and I'll come back at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Fu Yun's parents are teachers at S University, and they haven't left the city all these years.She took a look down with her mobile phone, "It's still a while before the last subway train, no problem."

Jian Yang looked at the wall clock, the hour hand had just passed the number ten, and couldn't help but say, "But it's quite late now..." He subconsciously looked at Fu Zheng, and bit his lip.

Fu Zheng's hesitation flashed across his face, but he stood up anyway.

"I'll take her back."

"But Jian Yang—"

Just as Fu Yun wanted to refuse, she was swept away by Fu Zheng's implied warning: "Don't let Jian Yang worry about you."

He picked up the pillow that fell on the carpet, patted it a few times, and squatted down in front of Jian Yang.

"Don't go out by yourself, don't open the door if someone knocks on the door. I told the front desk before, if there is something, they will call." Fu Zheng patiently said, "I will come back as soon as possible, don't be afraid. You After drinking the ginger soup, go to bed early, don't wait for me. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Jian Yang couldn't help laughing out loud, and stretched out his fingers to touch the Sichuan character between Fu Zheng's eyebrows: "I'm not a child, and I know all the basic common sense, don't worry on the road, safety comes first."

Fu Zheng's expression softened a little, he raised his hand to hold Jian Yang's fingers, and then quickly let go, "Okay."

Fu Yun's arms tightened, leaving ugly marks on the document bag in her arms.She glanced at Jian Yang silently and complicatedly, and went out the door before Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng quickly put on his coat and took the keys, and said "good night" softly before closing the door.

Jian Yang was wearing a fluffy woolen sweater, and waved his hands towards the door, his chin was buried in the crook of his arms, only a pair of crescent-shaped eyes were exposed, and he seemed to be smiling.

Again it seems not.

Fu Zheng stared at him intently until the door was completely closed, then he calmed down and hurried towards the elevator.

"What are you thinking!" Fu Yun tried her best to lower her voice, "He is alone in the room, in case something happens, in case he runs out by himself—"

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "I can go back by myself, you stay with him."

But Fu Zheng didn't seem to hear it, he just stared straight at the elevator floor display until the number jumped to minus one. Amid the sound of the elevator door slowly opening, Fu Zheng said calmly:

"On the way back, Jian Yang said that being alone in a space with me put him under a lot of pressure."

The footsteps sounded extraordinarily loud in the parking lot, Fu Yun could barely hear what he said.

He walked quickly to the parking space and took out the car keys, but he didn't even press the lock button a few times, instead he somehow dropped the key fob hanging on the car keys to the ground.The keychain in the shape of a small pocket watch was opened, and the two young people in the small round photo smiled brightly together.

Fu Zheng picked up the keychain and held it in his hand.tightly.

"I don't want to upset him."

Fu Yun looked at Fu Zheng's upright back, her eyes were red.

"Brother, don't be like this. Jian Yang just because he is not familiar with you--"

"I know, stop talking."

Fu Zheng interrupted her.

He just stood with his back to Fu Yun for a while, then suddenly reached out and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, turned around and handed the key to Fu Yun: "You can drive back. Sorry...I have calmed down now."

Fu Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded to Fu Zheng, but she let tears fall when she lowered her head.

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After drinking the ginger soup, Jian Yang didn't go to bed early as Fu Zheng expected, but took out his sketchbook from the suitcase, nestled on the bay window and began to draw sketches.Looking sideways out of the window, the bustling traffic of City S and the lights of Wanjia are right under your feet.

He held a pencil in one hand and moved his wrist lightly. With the slight friction between the tip of the pen and the paper, the facade of the cafe gradually appeared on the paper—wooden doors and windows, bouquets of dried flowers, bone china wind chimes...

Jian Yang paused with his brush, and added the outline of the cat climbing frame at the door, bit the pen holder, and erased the new strokes.

"is that so……"

After thinking for a while, Jian Yang decided to take a look at the photos.He slipped on cotton slippers and entered the small living room. The socket was connected to the battery holder of the SLR, and it was still charging.Fortunately, Fu Yun had already imported today's photos into the tablet computer, so Jian Yang changed his goal, wandered around in each room, and finally found the tablet placed on the desk in the cubicle before he was completely annoyed.

Jian Yang's mood improved in an instant, and he sat back on the bay window with his tablet in his arms, kicking the two slippers on his feet far away.

The password is undoubtedly Jian Yang's birthday.

Fu Yun once laughed at him, saying that this kind of password like that of the old people is too easy to crack, but Jian Yang, who always forgets complex passwords, has suffered a few times and never tried to change his habits.

The tablet was successfully unlocked, but Jian Yang's fingers stopped moving.The coldness of winter seemed to spread along the soles of his feet at this moment, completely freezing him inch by inch.

The desktop background of the screen is two hands clasped together.With his keen observation ability as a painter, Jian Yang can confirm that these two hands belong to different men, and one of them is from himself.

He stared blankly at the screen until the brightness of the screen automatically dimmed, then blinked his dry eyes.

It's not his tablet, he should have put it back.

Jian Yang thought so in his heart, but his fingers trembled slightly, and poked on the icon of the photo.On the pop-up interface, the cover image in the video column is Jian Yang's profile.

The light from the screen faintly casts light on Jian Yang's expressionless face.

"—Hey, brother, give way!"

Jian Yang in the picture turned his head sideways upon hearing the sound, and smiled in the direction of the camera, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Fu Zheng, don't always bully your sister."

"Obviously I'm the protagonist..." Behind the camera, Fu Zheng's tone of unwillingness sounded very strange.

"Okay, Cousin Vinegar," Fu Yun, who is wearing a little makeup, appeared in the camera. She was wearing a champagne one-shoulder dress with a narrow smile on her face, "No one will grab you today, you Give me the camera, and I'll take pictures for you."

The camera shook for a while, then turned to Fu Yun's hand.She took a few steps back, and took a picture of Jian Yang and Fu Zheng, both wearing the same suit and dress, standing under the rose arch, with a green and lush grass behind them, and the audience seats were dotted with flowers. There are smiles of kindness on the faces of strangers.

"are you tired?"

Fu Zheng lowered his head and moved closer to Jian Yang's ear, causing Jian Yang to shrink his neck fearfully, and glared at him: "You did it on purpose."

Fu Zheng grinned, and did not refute at all. Instead, he hugged Jian Yang and turned around twice.

Jian Yang quickly stretched out his hand to support Fu Zheng's shoulder, and hammered it hard, "Hello!"

"Jian Yang, I am so happy today." Fu Zheng maintained this posture, looking up at Jian Yang, "I will cherish you forever, protect you, never let you get hurt, never let you be afraid, always like I love you as much as I do right now.”

His eyes were shining, as if full of summer sunshine, "You believe me."

Jian Yang's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he met his eyes, raised his hand to touch Fu Zheng's brow, and smiled.

"I believe you."