Flash marriage does not end well

"You said, I can find you if I need it in the future. After all, you are not bad, aren't you? It is quite suitable for me in all aspects."

Lin Qian never looked at Wen Zhihan again, and after finishing speaking as if nothing had happened, he lowered his head and noticed that the other party's hands had been rubbed with plaster, so he took a towel from a shelf on one side, went to the sink, soaked some hot water and handed it to him. past.

"Wipe it, will you stay for dinner later?"

Wen Zhihan didn't move, his lips were tightly closed, and he didn't speak for a while.

The towel was hanging in mid-air, emitting wisps of heat, making the atmosphere in the bathroom even quieter.Wen Zhihan kept refusing to answer, Lin Qian's hands were sore, and he simply gave up.

"Don't forget it."

He curled his lips habitually, turned around and hung up the towel again, but a few seconds later, he suddenly felt a pair of hands reaching from behind, hanging on his waist, almost ready to fall.

Without thinking too much, he frowned and subconsciously pushed those hands away, "It's over now, I'm not in the mood."

Turning around, she found that Wen Zhihan was looking at him, hesitant to speak, but even though he didn't speak, Lin Qian could probably guess what he wanted to say, and could only return a slightly helpless look.

"Do you want me to be responsible?"

He shook his head, "Sorry...I'm not as responsible as you, I don't want to be responsible."

Wen Zhihan raised his head involuntarily, and felt that the skin of his bare forearm was pricked inexplicably as if static electricity had passed through it.

It's three o'clock.

Lin Qian's cell phone rang. Wen Yang's final exam was over early today, so he specially set an alarm clock to remind himself.

"I'm going to pick up Wen Yang later," he lowered his head and turned off the alarm, then raised his head, hesitantly, "You...?"

Wen Zhihan came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and lowered his sleeves little by little.

"……I see you off."

Lin Qian did not refuse, and walked out first, and even helped him get his coat.

Close the door, go downstairs, get in the car.

After putting his hand on the steering wheel, Wen Zhihan glanced at Lin Qian from the corner of his eye, and the other party took off the seat belt step by step and buckled it up, and lowered the window a little bit for ventilation.

When the wind seemed to blow into the car, he seemed to remember something, looked over again, and called his name very seriously.

"Wen Zhihan."

"Ah."

"You should know that what I said just now was not deliberately angry, but the truth?"

Wen Zhihan's other hand, which was not within Lin Qian's sight, quietly grabbed the steering wheel, exhaled slowly and evenly, and rolled out a vague sound from his throat: "...um."

"That's good." Lin Qian's eyes lingered on him for a while, then lowered her head and muttered, "Don't think I'm talkative, many times, I think you may not know what I'm thinking, what I'm talking about , so I have to emphasize it.”

Wen Zhihan's thoughts were broken, and he suddenly felt that Lin Qian was very good at punching cotton.

It looks soft, but it hurts after being hit twice.

In fact, it was not Wen Zhihan's style to be passively beaten. After thinking about it, he still couldn't restrain himself. He pushed the accumulated depression to his lips at once, and called out to the other party solemnly.

"Lin Qian."

The other party raised his head in response and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Originally, Wen Zhihan should have a lot to say.

About their failed marriage many years ago, about the tens of thousands of heartbeats hidden in the years and months, passing by like meteors, about the turbulent and gradually clear feelings after the reunion, like a flood bursting a bank.

But everything disappeared in an instant after meeting Lin Qian's eyes.

Those clear, uneasy eyes.

Finally he took a deep breath—

"Sit down, I'm driving."

At seven o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark.

In the Wen's Building, except for the technical team that works overtime all the year round, the lights are still brightly lit, the rest of the work areas are basically off work, especially since the Chinese New Year is only a few days away, there are even fewer people who can stay at ease. In the empty corridors, every The sound of footsteps is obvious.

Secretary Xiao Mo came back from the bathroom and put on his bag, only to find that Xiao Fang was still sitting motionless in front of the computer, biting his nails tangled up.

"what happened?"

"Oh, no..." Xiao Fang breathed out in frustration, and said in a low voice, "I want to ask for leave and go home early."

She glanced at the leave application that had already been filled out on the computer screen, and then turned her head to look at Mr. Wen's office with the lights on from afar.Across the huge frosted glass, one can vaguely see the outline of a man sitting motionless at the desk without saying a word.

Mr. Wen has been in this state for several days.

Although the work is still done as usual, there is obviously a lot of silence. Compared with the unsmiling and cold feeling of the past, it is more like a lost soul, and when there is nothing to do, his eyes are blank in a daze.

The two of them didn't know the inside story, and they didn't dare to act rashly. They asked Special Assistant Qin in private. Who knew that even Special Assistant Qin couldn't do anything this time. They just reminded them to be quiet and not to disturb Mr. Wen.

As for this leave application...

Xiao Fang gritted his teeth and decided to persevere. At this time, it is better to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible.

She moved the mouse, ready to close the application, but with a shake of her hand, she pressed submit.

"..."

"!!!"

She looked up and Xiao Mo looked at each other, and then she heard a clear reminder sound from Mr. Wen's office in horror.

And just when the hearts of the two of them reached their throats at the same time, the leave application was actually passed in a second.

"...?"

For a few seconds in a daze, the sound of steady footsteps came from far and near, and then the glass partition was pulled open, and Wen Zhihan, who came out while putting on his coat, stopped for a while.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Xiao Fang and Xiao Mo didn't have time to look at each other, they picked up their bags subconsciously: "Ma, Ma, let's go right away!"

The two quickly finished packing and raced to the elevator room, which happened to stop on this floor.

Before stepping into the elevator, Xiao Mo looked back in a strange way.

Mr. Wen walked slowly in the corridor where the lights were half turned off, holding up his mobile phone, the faint light of the screen swept across his face, but his fingers never moved.

She thought about it, as if she had never seen Mr. Wen so lonely.

It will be New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye, and the neighbor has already delivered the keys. Lin Qian is going to buy some vegetables that need to be stocked up during the Chinese New Year, as well as Spring Festival couplets and so on. Later, Han Dong will drive him and Wen Yang there.

The road was bustling, the supermarket was full of people hoarding new year's goods, Lin Qian was pushed back and forth by the crowd, and finally pushed a big trolley into the cashier line, before he could take a breath, his phone buzzed sounded.

It was from my aunt back home.

He thought it was just a regular New Year's phone call, but his aunt happily said on the other end of the phone that her cousin brought her to City B and wanted to have a New Year's Eve dinner with him and Wen Yang, and now he is almost in City B. Toll booth.

Lin Qian vaguely recalled that this year seemed to be the year when my aunt retired. I mentioned to him half a year ago that I wanted to find time to come and visit him. It happened that my cousin also had time during the Chinese New Year. He was planning to find a place for vacation. We discussed it but did not decide on it. , and finally came to City B altogether.

Lin Qian replied "yes", and sent the address again, inadvertently skimming over the dialog box with Wen Zhihan.

The chat history between Lin Qian and him stays at "I came to you" on the day the washing machine was repaired, and it slowly sinks down in the recent contacts, and it takes several times to scroll down to find it.

In fact, it is not unexpected.

Although Wen Zhihan was still calm, polite and restrained that day, Lin Qian thought that he must be angry. His face in standby mode was colder than the biggest snowfall recently, and he felt cold at a glance.

He put away his phone and sighed silently.

A while ago, he didn't pay attention to keeping a distance, which led to the current situation that is neither embarrassing nor embarrassing.

Let's hope it stops here, and it's still in time.