He's stalking and begging for reconciliation

Zheng Qian was in a state of distress, so he plunged into the bathroom and took a cold shower. It was the season when it was warm and cold, and the cold water rushed to his body, causing him to shiver.

Thinking about how wronged I was in the past, I blamed myself for driving away my wife, and ended up in such a tragic situation today...

Zheng Qian silently shed two lines of noodle tears...

After taking a cold shower, the restlessness in Zheng Qian's body slowly subsided.

He wiped his body and prepared to go back to the bedroom. He thought that Lu Xingzhou was already lying quietly on the bed, but he didn't expect that there was no one in the room.

Zheng Qian's heart suddenly panicked, he ran outside and shouted, "Lu Xingzhou, Lu Xingzhou?"

Just as he was passing by the guest room, he saw a light in the door of the room, and Zheng Qian suddenly lost his strength. He leaned weakly on the door frame and squatted down slowly.

Zheng Qian covered his eyes and couldn't stand up for a long time. Just now, he felt the fear of losing Lu Xingzhou again.

He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would lose Lu Xingzhou again.

After a long time, he mustered up the courage to stand up, and Zheng Qian knocked on the door.

The sound of slippers came from inside the door, and the door opened.

"What are you doing?" Lu Xingzhou asked impatiently.

"Why did you sleep in the guest room?"

Lu Xingzhou felt a little ridiculous: "You don't think I will live in your bedroom, do you? I am a sick patient now, and I am very clear about my position."

Zheng Qian felt uncomfortable: "Xingzhou, don't be like this, I know I was a jerk before, but you believe me, I am no longer who I used to be."

But how could the harm he suffered before be offset by such a few words.

"Isn't it okay if I don't sleep with you? I'll come to the guest room and you sleep in the bedroom."

Lu Xingzhou thought about it, and went to the bedroom based on the principle of not wronging himself.

Seeing him enter the master bedroom, Zheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a slight chill in the night, he lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time, so he simply sat up and looked at the night scene outside the window.

The lights outside the window were dotted with stars, which looked extraordinarily gloomy under the shroud of night.

Looking at it, Zheng Qian suddenly thought of the day he took Lu Xingzhou back to the mansion a few months ago.

He also let Lu Xingzhou sleep in the next room in the same way. He didn't know what kind of mood Lu Xingzhou was in at that time.

The more he thought about it, the more he was condemned in his heart, Zheng Qian fell powerlessly on the bed and forced himself to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, his head was a little heavy, and he didn't care about it. He shook his head and walked downstairs.

He actually slept until ten o'clock, and he didn't know how Lu Xingzhou was doing or if he had breakfast.

Seeing him coming downstairs, Aunt Zhang greeted him: "Good morning, sir."

"Where's Lu Xingzhou?"

"Mr. Lu has returned to his room after breakfast."

"Oh……"

Zheng Qian walked to the bedroom sheepishly, and when he reached the door, he hesitated a little, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and asked tentatively, "Xing Zhou, can I come in?"

"..."

Now, in Zheng Qian's heart, as long as Lu Xingzhou ignores him, it means acquiescing. If he disagrees, Lu Xingzhou will definitely give him a "scroll" without hesitation.

He slowly opened the door, and Lu Xingzhou was sitting at the table, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zheng Qian was a little sad, Lu Xingzhou's eyes were still not healed, and now he was brought home alone, and he didn't know what to do to help him relieve his boredom.

Maybe he stood there for too long, Lu Xingzhou said impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

"I just want to see if there is anything you need my help with."

"No, let's go."

Another cold rejection. Although Zheng Qian has gotten used to it these days, he is still a little depressed.

He thought that when he returned home, his relationship with Lu Xingzhou would get closer and closer, but he didn't expect Lu Xingzhou to be even more unwilling to talk to him.

Zheng Qian went downstairs in frustration and saw Aunt Zhang cooking in the kitchen.

He suddenly wanted Lu Xingzhou to taste the food he made.

In the past, Lu Xingzhou always cooked for him, this time, let's change it.

Seeing that he had entered the kitchen, Aunt Zhang had an incredulous look on her face: "Sir, you should go out first, the kitchen smells of oily smoke, be careful of the smell."

Zheng Qian didn't care: "It's okay, you can teach me how to cook."

Aunt Zhang understood: "Do you want Mr. Lu to understand your intentions?"

"Yeah." Not only that, he also wanted to do everything Lu Xingzhou had done.

Aunt Zhang began to teach this stupid student that washing vegetables was easy, and Zheng Qian did it with almost no effort.

But when he was cutting vegetables, he began to feel powerless. Zheng Qian looked like he was facing an enemy, and his usually nimble fingers began to stiffen.

He clumsily sliced ​​the potatoes, the slices were thin and the slices were thick, looking extremely ugly.

Aunt Zhang reminded: "Sir, you can use the nail of your thumb against the cut, it will be much easier and it will not hurt your hand."

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Qian had a gash on his hand, and blood shot out quickly. He let out a soft "hiss", put it under the faucet and rinsed it.

Aunt Zhang sighed: "Sir, let me do it, and you tell Mr. Lu that you did it, as long as it makes sense."

"No, I want to do it myself, you teach me." He must feel what Lu Xingzhou has paid for these years.

After handling all the ingredients clumsily, he started to cook in the pot. Before the water in the pot was boiled dry, he poured the oil into it.

The young master, who lacked common sense in life, also faltered when he encountered these tasks, and the oil began to splash in the pot.

After a while, several oil spots were splashed on his arm. Zheng Qian rubbed his arm in pain, and quickly hid back. Aunt Zhang reminded: "Sir, you can pour the vegetables in."

Zheng Qian hurriedly took the vegetables and poured them in, and even the basin in his hand fell into it. There was a sizzling sound in the oil pan, and Zheng Qian took another step back.

Aunt Zhang sighed softly, stepped forward and squeezed out the basin.

The large pot of vegetables quickly collapsed, and there was no more splashing of oil, so Zheng Qian picked up the spatula on one side and turned over the leaves of the vegetables.

Suddenly, he remembered that no salt had been put in yet. Zheng Qian picked up the salt jar and was about to pour it in. Before Aunt Zhang had time to stop it, she just watched half of the jar of salt go into the pot.

Looking at Aunt Zhang's expression, Zheng Qian realized that there might be too much salt, so he picked up the spatula again and picked out more than half of the salt that hadn't melted in time.

After working for a long time, Zheng Qian brought out three dishes that could barely be regarded as dishes.

He wiped the sweat off his face, and finally showed his first smile of the day.

Although the appearance is not very good, Zheng Qian's heart is still full of a sense of accomplishment, and it is almost lunch time.

He climbed to the second floor in one breath and knocked on Lu Xingzhou's door...

Zheng Qian helped Lu Xingzhou all the way, with a serious expression on his face: "Xingzhou, I, I cooked today, you can try it."

Lu Xingzhou was surprised: "Oh? You can cook?"

Zheng Qian scratched his head in embarrassment: "It may not be very good for the first time."

There was an indistinct smile on the corner of Lu Xingzhou's mouth.

After taking his seat, Zheng Qian couldn't wait to serve him a bowl of rice. He picked out the plate for a long time before picking out a lump of uncooked meat.

Zheng Qian put the meat into Lu Xingzhou's bowl, Lu Xingzhou picked up the meat and chewed it in his mouth, he didn't show any expression for a long time, but Zheng Qian was very anxious.

"How is it, is it delicious?"

Lu Xingzhou's face remained unchanged: "It's okay."

Now, Zheng Qian had some confidence in his craftsmanship, and he picked up the best-looking potato shreds...if that can be called shredded potatoes.

This time, just as Lu Xingzhou put the potato shreds into his mouth, he almost spat it out. He swallowed the mouthful reluctantly, and then stretched out his hand towards Zheng Qian.

"water."

What do you need water for?Zheng Qian couldn't figure it out, but he still went to the kitchen and poured him a glass.

After Lu Xingzhou drank two cups in a row, Zheng Qian stuttered: "You, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Xingzhou pointed to the dining table and said, "Try it."

Zheng Qian picked up a chopstick of potato shreds.

"Pfft." As soon as he put it in his mouth, he was almost spurted out by the saltiness, and it was hard for Lu Xingzhou to swallow it.

He quickly ran into the kitchen and spat out the mouthful of food.

Lu Xingzhou coughed and said, "It's okay, let's eat."

Then the rice was caught raw because too little water was put in.

Zheng Qian was quite ashamed: "In the future, I will definitely learn to cook well, and I won't let you eat such dishes again."

Lu Xingzhou responded nonchalantly: "Yes."

Anyway, when his eyes are healed, he will leave anyway. I'm afraid it will be impossible to wait until the day when Zheng Qian learns to cook.

Seeing Lu Xingzhou eating raw rice, Zheng Qian felt very uncomfortable. He thought of those years when Lu Xingzhou cooked for himself.

At that time, there were always inexplicable wounds on Lu Xingzhou's hands, sometimes burns, but he saw it and didn't care about it. If he didn't ask, Lu Xingzhou would naturally not mention it.

Even so, he didn't give Lu Xingzhou a good face, and he lost his temper at him when the food was slightly wrong, but Lu Xingzhou never blamed himself, and continued to wash and cook for himself.

He didn't know what it was like to have such a wound on his hands every day and soak in the water. He only knew that his heart was hurting like it was about to shatter.

Zheng Qian took a deep breath, then snatched Lu Xingzhou's bowl.

"Don't eat it, it's too bad, I'll take you out to eat."

Lu Xingzhou didn't move, and calmly moved the bowl back to his eyes.

"I think it's fine."

Zheng Qian suddenly remembered that one day when Lin Mo was still living at home, he asked Lu Xingzhou to prepare a meal, but he threw his chopsticks in front of Lin Mo, and then led Lin Mo out of the gate in front of Lu Xingzhou.

Memories came like a knife, and Zheng Qian suddenly couldn't stand up.

Lu Xingzhou felt something was wrong, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Qian suppressed his choked voice and said, "It's okay, you can eat, I'll study the recipes."