Four years single, three years widowed

Is this interesting?

Actually he didn't know either.

In reality, Duan Wenzheng remained silent, only hearing a loud "bang", Li Can closed the bedroom door.

No, it was more like slamming the door than closing it.Duan Wenzheng deeply felt that Li Can, who had always been calm and gentle, could make such a move. He really pissed off Li Can.

Reaching out and pulling down the towel covering his head, he was able to return his gaze to the TV screen. Duan Wenzheng's pupils were not focused, and his attention was not on the movie that was playing.

Drops of water had already soaked his pajamas, and the fabric stuck to his skin, bringing discomfort and cold.

Even if Li Can is angry, it can't cover up the fact that Li Can has been paying attention to him. His plan has succeeded, and he should be happy.

But why his heart, like his body, seems to have fallen into an ice cellar underground?

Lowering his eyelids and looking at the dry towel in his hand, Duan Wenzheng gradually tightened his fingers, picked it up and placed it between his nose.

He smelled Li Can's concern.

Duan Wenzheng leaned his head back, the lamp installed on the ceiling emitted a warm yellow light, comforting him together with the evidence in his hand.

At least he succeeded, didn't he?

Duan Wenzheng learned the consequences of staying up late, not washing his hair without drying it, and not eating in time.

He couldn't sleep at all, he had a headache, he felt hot all over his body, his throat was dry and sore, and the symptoms of illness emerged one by one.

But even so, he still got up early and made breakfast for them.

Small wontons with thin skin and little meat. The soup is dried seaweed and dried shrimp. When Duan Wenzheng brought two bowls of wontons to the table, Li Can just came out of the bedroom.

The eyes briefly met, Li Can withdrew first, and walked into the bathroom.

Duan Wenzheng sat on the chair, his arms were so sore, he was struggling to make breakfast just now, but now the simple movement of holding a spoon made him feel strenuous.

After a while, Li Can walked out of the bathroom, without any intention of sitting down, and went straight to the door.

The physical discomfort aggravated his emotions, Duan Wenzheng threw the spoon back into the bowl, and the spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the porcelain bowl.

Li Can paused and said coldly: "I told you, I don't like having breakfast at home now."

"Do you not like having breakfast at home, or do you not like having breakfast with me?" Duan Wenzheng's voice was obviously hoarse.

His eyes changed slightly, as if he had noticed something, Li Can stepped forward: "Since you know, then don't waste your efforts in vain."

Duan Wenzheng was so angry that he couldn't speak, his face was ugly, and his breathing was a little rough.

There is a cabinet at the entrance. Li Can didn't go directly to get the briefcase and keys on it as usual. He changed the direction, first opened the drawer, and then took out the medicine he bought for a cold last time and put it in the drawer. on the counter.

After silently doing all this, Li Can opened the door and left with his belongings.

The room became quiet again, Duan Wenzheng clenched his hands into fists, and punched the table hard, causing the two bowls of wontons to shake uncomfortably, creating waves.

After this unpleasant conversation, Duan Wenzheng lost his appetite at all, but in order not to waste food, he still ate two bowls of wontons.

Pushing away the chair, Duan Wenzheng stood up, stepped on the ground with both feet, stacked the two bowls together, and took them back to the kitchen to wash them.Stepping out of the kitchen while wiping his hands, Duan Wenzheng caught a glimpse of something on the counter, immediately turned a corner, and came to the entrance.

He didn't remember having this thing on the counter before.

Picking up the rectangular medicine box, Duan Wenzheng looked at both the front and back with a smile on his face.

It is true that the cold and fever are reduced.

Putting down the medicine box, Duan Wenzheng hummed an out-of-tune song, walked briskly into the bedroom, and opened the closet.

Just take the medicine later, add some clothes first.

Duan Wenzheng doesn't have many coats, and he doesn't like to wear those that are too heavy and loose. In winter, he basically wears a warm coat, a turtleneck sweater or sweater, and a short coat.

So he picked and picked, and finally picked out a long down jacket by Li Can.

He is a bit taller than Li Can, but the down jacket is a loose fit, which fits him well, and it is not too tight to make people feel uncomfortable.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Duan Wenzheng pulled the zipper under his neck to keep warm, and then put his hands in his pockets.

These two pockets are quite deep and can hold a lot of things.

Just as he was thinking, Duan Wenzheng suddenly touched a small hard box.

Guessing what it was eighty-nine times in his heart, Duan Wenzheng frowned, took it out and saw that it was indeed a box for rings.

Put it in Li Can's down jacket, it must belong to Li Can.

Recalling Li Can's bald left ring finger, Duan Wenzheng was not interested in opening it, and put the small box back into his pocket with an annoyed expression.

For people who are sick, smoking is really not a good choice.But Duan Wenzheng didn't care, he turned around and left the bedroom, ran to the balcony, and lit a cigarette with a lighter.

The stimulating nicotine entered the throat and stabbed the throat, Duan Wenzheng coughed violently, and the ash fell to the ground.

After finally regaining his strength, he held it to his mouth and smoked again, took a puff, coughed, and smoked while coughing.

Duan Wenzheng's eyes were smudged red, he stared into the distance that he couldn't see clearly, for a long time, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

It's good to be sick, the more serious the better.

From the moment Duan Wenzheng was confirmed to be ill, Li Can was worried about Duan Wenzheng.

With just one glance, he saw Duan Wenzheng's face was unnaturally red and his lips were too pale, so he had a guess in his heart, so he broke his promise not to talk to Duan Wenzheng proactively, and urged Duan Wenzheng to speak.

When he heard Duan Wenzheng's voice that was different from usual, worry was like a dark cloud that shrouded Li Can's head and lingered for a long time.

Really can't bear to look at the boring documents, Li Can threw himself into the comfortable office chair, his two handsome eyebrows knit together.

He put the medicine on the cabinet, but he didn't know if Duan Wenzheng saw it.

"Manager Li, your coffee." Secretary Kong walked in with the coffee she had just brewed for Li Can.

"Thank you."

Putting the coffee on the table, Secretary Kong pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Drink coffee now...does Manager Li have to work overtime today?"

Li Can glanced at the watch on his wrist, the pointer pointed to 04:30, half an hour before get off work, no wonder Secretary Kong asked this.

"No." Li Can said, "I won't work overtime today."

Secretary Kong nodded and raised a satisfied and gratified smile.

"It's hard work being my secretary, isn't it?" Li Can suddenly asked.

The company does not advocate overtime culture, but when Li Can works overtime, Secretary Kong always stays with him for a while.

"Nothing!" Secretary Kong hurriedly waved his hands.

"Don't be nervous." Li Can comforted her, "I mean, you don't need to stay with me when I work overtime in the future."

Secretary Kong calmed down slowly: "Oh..." She scratched her head, "I think there is nothing to do when I go home anyway, so I might as well do more work..."

"Work is endless, you should find some hobbies for yourself and enjoy life."

It's really strange that such words came out of Manager Li's mouth.

Secretary Kong was both surprised and moved, and replied, "Yes! Manager Li, you too."

Li Can smiled lightly.

He knows that his colleagues misunderstand him, and the truth is that he is not the type of person who likes to work overtime and puts his work first.

If his personality can be more cheerful and lively, or if he knows how to enjoy himself, then he will definitely enjoy life.

At five o'clock, leaving get off work on time, Li Can drove the car back home.

In winter, it gets dark early, the lights are not turned on in the house, and it is covered with a shadow. It is quiet, as if there is no one.

Li Can had a bad premonition, turned on the light, put the briefcase on the cabinet, and quickly approached the sofa in the living room.

Duan Wenzheng was lying on the sofa, wrapped in a quilt, only showing a red face, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

The heart skipped a beat for an instant, and Li Can put his hand on Duan Wenzheng's forehead, and immediately felt the extraordinary heat.

"Duan Wenzheng?" Li Can pushed him awake.

Still closing his eyes, Duan Wenzheng just responded in a low voice: "Mmm..."

"Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."

"I do not want to go."

"It's not a question of whether you want it or not." Li Can said impatiently, "Get up quickly."

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Duan Wenzheng said in a hoarse voice, "There's no need to go, I've already taken the medicine."

Li Can glanced at the medicine box on the coffee table, and asked, "Have you taken all three pills in the morning, afternoon and evening?"

"I ate it in the morning, but I didn't eat it afterwards."

"Why don't you eat?!" Li Can asked sternly.

Duan Wenzheng's eyes were filled with grievance: "It says you can't eat on an empty stomach."

Taking a deep breath, Li Can felt extremely regretful for leaving Duan Wenzheng alone at home when he knew he was sick.

"I'll order you takeaway."

Taking out his mobile phone, Li Can found the nearest restaurant to place an order, then went into the bedroom and took out the quilt on the bed, and covered Duan Wenzheng.

"Have you measured how much?" Li Can helped him straighten the quilt.

"39."

39 degrees, considered a high fever.

"Take the medicine and see if the fever doesn't subside, we have to go to the hospital." Li Can could not comment.

"Okay." Duan Wenzheng obediently agreed this time.

His complexion softened, and Li Can asked, "Do you want to drink water?"

"think."

Putting the pillow behind Duan Wenzheng, Li Can helped him sit up a little, then got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

Holding the cup full of water in one hand, and bringing the mouth of the cup to Duan Wenzheng's chapped lips, Li Can carefully fed Duan Wenzheng to drink water.

People with a fever need to replenish water very much. Duan Wenzheng seemed really thirsty, so he drank all the water in the glass in one go.

"Do you want more?" Li Can asked.

Duan Wenzheng looked at him and shook his head.

Turning his head to put the cup on the tea table, Li Can just let go, and was hugged tightly by Duan Wenzheng.

Li Can was stunned for a while, with both hands hanging in the air, with a look of bewilderment in his eyes, he uttered a word after a while: "You..."

"I don't want a divorce."

Duan Wenzheng finally spoke out.

"Li Can, I know you don't love me, it's okay, I don't need you to love me, you can treat me as a family member, a friend, whatever, I don't care..." Duan Wenzheng begged humbly, "I just want to be by your side... ...Li Can, I can only be with you."

Who can refuse such an affectionate confession?

Agreeing was an almost subconscious answer, but Li Can gritted his teeth.

He has already accepted it once selfishly, and he cannot accept it a second time, causing Duan Wenzheng to repeat the same mistakes and fall into the quagmire.

Strenuously breaking away from Duan Wenzheng's fiery embrace, Li Can looked into his eyes full of love, pretending to be cold and said: "You're burnt out."