sliced ​​cheese

When I woke up again, it was pitch black.

Zhuang Qiubai's brain was groggy, his body was indescribably exhausted, and he felt a little cold.

He seemed to be lying on a sofa, sat up with half-closed eyes, adjusted to the surrounding darkness, then touched a small remote control, and turned on the light in the room.

The medical panel gave a new date.

2079年10月15号，凌晨3点25分。

He was sleeping in his office. On the table next to the sofa were mountains of documents, an unfinished cup of sugar-free coffee, and half an unfinished takeaway.

Coffee is bitter and is meant to refresh you.

Zhuang Qiubai coughed inexplicably, picked up a document and flipped through it. He remembered this project very clearly, and it was the most labor-intensive project of the city-state in recent years, to renovate the old city.

There are very few remaining old towns in Dingfeng City, and Nanrongli is one piece, which was taken by Manager Ma.There is still a Sanqing Garden, which completely retains the architectural style of decades ago. The technology is backward, there are many nail households, and the process of demolition and construction is very slow.

Ever since he bought this land, Zhuang Qiubai has never rested. Supervising, coordinating, and surveying are all done by himself. Drinking and socializing are essential. Many relationships have to be opened up. He often lives in the office for half a month. Not going home is commonplace.

Around October, the case officially entered the construction state, the tension relaxed, and he also fell ill.

I have been procrastinating and coughing for a month, and it will be better in winter.

Zhuang Qiubai rubbed the center of his brows, looked around again, and couldn't figure out why the system threw him to the company?

What about Jiang Yunchuan?He stared at the date and thought about it.

During this period of time, Jiang Yunchuan should be on a business trip in Zhongzhou, hundreds of kilometers away. It seems that he returned home when the first snow fell after he recovered from his illness.

Zhuang Qiubai's head hurt a little, he put down the documents and walked to the desk, found an electronic thermometer in the drawer, and simply took his body temperature. 38.5°.

No wonder it's so uncomfortable, the body actually has a fever?

Regarding the perception problem after entering the system, Dr. Zhang reminded him that the sense of taste and pain will be transmitted to the brain nerves in the most intuitive way. He could feel the taste of food when he threw it last time, so this time, he will naturally have to experience it again. Back to feeling sick.Just as there were two antipyretics left on the table, Zhuang Qiubai poured a glass of warm water, swallowed the slightly bitter pills, and clicked on Jiang Yunchuan's mood panel, wanting to see his mood at the moment.

But he should be resting at three o'clock in the morning, probably in a...depressed state?

Zhuang Qiubai blinked, and in a few seconds, how many points did Jiang Yunchuan's excitement drop?

Zhuang Qiubai raised his wrist to reconfirm the time. He couldn't figure out why he was so depressed because he stayed up so late.

Last time I found experience, this time I don't plan to guess blindly, Zhuang Qiubai went to the bathroom to wash his face, took out his mobile phone, and called Jiang Yunchuan.

The phone rang twice, and the other party picked it up.

Zhuang Qiubai looked at the rapidly rising mood panel, smiled softly, and asked without waiting for him to speak, "Haven't you slept yet?"

"Are you sick?" Jiang Yunchuan asked instead of answering this question.

"Huh?" Zhuang Qiubai realized that his nasal voice was a bit heavy. He put on his coat and took the car keys into the elevator. He couldn't stay in the company anymore. He had to go home and rest while the medicine was taking effect, "It's okay, I'm a little small." You have a cold, why haven't you slept yet?"

Jiang Yunchuan said flatly, "Work overtime."

"Are you busy recently?"

"Ah."

"Has the temperature in Zhongzhou dropped?"

"Fortunately."

"It's a bit cold here in our house." Zhuang Qiubai coughed while clutching his phone, "I heard from Uncle Zhou that you are going on a business trip for a month this time?"

"Ah."

"Then keep warm, don't catch a cold like me."

"Ah."

There was a moment of silence, Zhuang Qiubai opened the car door, and just about to hang up the phone, Jiang Yunchuan asked, "Have you... taken your medicine?"

"Eat." Zhuang Qiubai said with a smile, "Are you concerned about me?"

Jiang Yunchuan was silent for a few seconds, and his tone returned to his usual indifference, "Is this normal? Out of basic courtesy, everyone will ask."

"Oh?" Zhuang Qiubai looked at the shy words that popped up on the dashboard, thanked him with a smile, put on his seat belt, and said goodbye to him.

There were no cars on the road in the early morning, and Zhuang Qiubai repeatedly played back the scene of Jiang Yunchuan sitting alone in the restaurant on March 3 in his mind.In terms of emotions, Zhuang Qiubai has never been a dull person, on the contrary, he is very sensitive.Since he was a student, he has been a very popular person. He often receives love letters from girls or the same sex, but he has never met anyone he likes, so he has remained single until he married Jiang Yunchuan.

After being married for so long, she never thought that Jiang Yunchuan would have feelings for him. After all, there are many differences between them in all aspects.

But all about birthdays...

And he had to guess whether Jiang Yunchuan liked him?

Even now, Zhuang Qiubai is still in a state of doubt. He can't figure out how Jiang Yunchuan developed feelings for him when the two of them obviously didn't communicate much.

Love for a long time?

Then there must be love to live?

He didn't think he had any relationship with Jiang Yunchuan beyond the level of "customer" in the past five years, largely because Jiang Yunchuan didn't show much, and Zhuang Qiubai only stopped admiring him.After all, Jiang Yunchuan is very good, no matter his appearance or talent, he is very worthy of appreciation.

When Zhuang Qiubai returned home, he became top-heavy. He didn't have much memory of the days when he was seriously ill.

After all, it's been too long, all I know is that the butler hired a private doctor for him, and after two days of IV drip, he went back to work after feeling better.The housekeeper asked him if he would notify Jiang Yunchuan, but he refused. After all, they are not a real couple, and there is no need to affect Jiang Yunchuan's work because of a small matter.

So Jiang Yunchuan didn't know that he was sick at the time. After he came back, he found that he had a cough. He asked the housekeeper to find out the truth.

Another interesting thing happened during this time.

Jiang Yunchuan had a unilateral cold war with Zhou Steward who had taken care of him for many years.

For nearly half a month, he didn't drink the black tea that Uncle Zhou prepared for him, he didn't eat the food that Uncle Zhou served for him, he didn't wear the suit that Uncle Zhou ironed for him, and the quilt that Uncle Zhou helped him make up, he would definitely Only when I have a stern face and trembling, I will lie down and go to sleep.

As a result, Uncle Zhou sighed and felt sad for several days, and almost returned to Jiang's old house with his luggage.

Zhuang Qiubai didn't know why at that time, he thought Jiang Yunchuan had a bad temper and wanted to dismiss this kind and kind old housekeeper, but now that he thinks about it, the problem seems to be on him?

Is it because the housekeeper didn't tell him the truth that he was sick?

Is he unhappy, and thus wrongly blamed the housekeeper?