As deep as you are as hell

I can't judge who is more relaxed between the person who has forgotten his memory and the person who stubbornly stays where he is and refuses to leave.

All silent confessions, fiery and grand love are hidden between the lines.After reading it, for some reason, I was already in tears. My heart was like a hydrogen balloon that was getting bigger and bigger, on the verge of bursting.

I never believed in Chu Ting's feelings for me, but there was always "evidence" in front of me, proving to me how fierce Chu Ting's heart was.

A sleepless night.

Early the next morning, I put on light makeup to barely cover up my big dark circles, and after applying lipstick, my whole complexion looked a little better.

Things in the company are messy, and there is a kind of absurdity and decay of the doomsday.

There were not many heads in the blue cubicle, and most of the badges issued early in the morning were returned to the personnel department and thrown into the trash can.

Along the way, people kept greeting me with fear, "Hello, chairman."

The high-level resigned and led a large number of people under him to leave to do it alone.Mingshun is now almost an empty shell.

Among the people who stayed, it is not necessarily how firm their hearts are or how deep their feelings for the company are.My hard work in the past three months turned out to be a joke, and turned into a slap in the face and a slap in the face.

I went to the office and lowered the shades of the blinds.The seat turned, and I seemed to be bored, and I didn't know what business to deal with.

The Dingtong Group did not reply to the email, and the Lichen Group probably also got wind of the news, and no longer thought about throwing an olive branch to Mingshun.Perhaps the most urgent task is how I should clarify yesterday's news.

"Threatening subordinates", "perverted boss", "menopausal woman"... Although there is nothing wrong with trying to impose a crime, these words attached to me have finally painted me black.

I had an illusion that I felt more and more like an annoying crow, and everyone wanted to throw a stone at me.

Yesterday, in the picture where I "threatened" Ye Lin with a knife, the red mark on his neck was particularly glaring.

The details of my wearing a hearing aid were also revealed at the press conference.I don't know when it started, it turns out that having a physical illness can also be a fair and just reason for others to attack themselves.

I sighed, and went to the webpage to watch today's news. Yesterday's report still occupied the number one position in the hot search, and there were more and more comments. The invisible violence was like a giant moving beast, clamoring to kill me. Swallow it in one gulp.

But Chu Ting's message arrived as promised, and the emotion hidden in the words was more like caring.

But the more he is so comprehensive, the more I appear to be as small as dust.

The phone was turned over, with the screen facing down, and all my concerns were ignored by me.

Today is cloudy, the sky is gray, and the clouds are accumulating rain.Occasionally, a bird flaps its wings and passes by in the sky, and a little startled shadow appears lonely and desolate.

I sat in the office for an hour, and I really couldn't figure out what else I needed to do, so I left work early and went shopping in the street.

In the past four years, the commercial street and food street in City A has gradually developed, and it can be full of enthusiasm even in broad daylight.

Since I got sick, I seldom have an appetite. I usually eat two or one meal a day, and I don’t always eat much.Today, these tangy food aromas seem to arouse the glutton in my stomach, and I suddenly want to overeat.

My actions followed my thoughts. When I walked through a food street, I couldn't count how many snack bars I entered, and how many spicy and spicy foods I solved.

The stomach seems to be stretched all of a sudden, causing swelling and pain.If you can't eat spicy food, you will feel even more uncomfortable in your stomach.But just after [-] o'clock in the evening, I started to have a dull pain in my stomach. In the end, the pain was so painful that I couldn't straighten my back, so I had to bend over and squat on the side of the road, covering my stomach.

There are hurried figures and footsteps around.No one stopped.

My face was pale, and I almost wanted to retch, but I couldn't spit it out even if I scratched my throat.On the contrary, the sound of vomiting made people shudder.

My eyes were bloodshot, my eye sockets were flushed, and my thin chin made my shoulder hurt.

Iced milk tea, spicy hot pot, skewered barbecue... Looking back now, I have the courage to eat these things, which can be regarded as "daring", and I ignored the doctor's advice.

A choked sound came from my throat, even though it wasn't my intention.There are so many sufferings in the world, and not all the sufferings can be overcome silently and by biting one's teeth.

I opened the phone's address book and dialed the doctor in charge with trembling fingers, but there was only a busy "beep" on the other end of the phone.I dialed back almost paranoidly and frantically, but still got the same result.

With my fingers digging at the phone case, I buried my head in my knees helplessly, weeping silently for the pain.I thought about calling 120, but now I don't even have the strength to continue holding my phone.

A tall figure fell in front of me, and it seemed that at the same time, a slight but helpless sigh fell.

"Sofia, I'll take you home."

He stretched out his hand to me, just like when he was at the railing in Somalia, he tried his best to hold my hand.

I bit my lips tightly and didn't answer, but my heart seemed to be touched to the softest place suddenly, and the place where nothing ever grew is now sprouting.

He...why can he always appear by my side in time again and again?
I can still remember that hand and the palm lines clearly.

When I opened my mouth, my voice was slightly coquettish and wronged: "Chu Ting, I have a stomachache."

On the way back to the villa from the hospital, Chu Ting walked with me on his back.His shoulders are gentle and broad, giving people a sense of security.I can even hear his heartbeat.

When Chu Ting sent me back to the villa downstairs, he hesitated to talk to me, and finally just reached out and handed me a handful of chocolate candies: "This chocolate candy can satisfy my hunger and fill me up. Next time, if Miss Sofia wants to eat something , might as well try it first.”

He tried his best to be euphemistic and didn't mention the words "overeating". Probably he can understand me, how hard it is for me to restrain my diet for the past six months since I suffered from stomach cancer.

No one can bear it no matter who is changed.

He also said that he is quite proficient in cooking, and he can be on call for service.As long as I am willing to taste his meals.

I looked at him with bright eyes and asked him if he would like to make soft-boiled eggs for me now.

I have really been greedy for this dish for a long time, of course I have tried it, but after hundreds of attempts, I still feel that the taste is not authentic.

The moment I blurted out, I saw Chu Ting's expression froze, and he stopped, as if he remembered something.

"Could it be that Mr. Chu can't cook this dish? Japanese-style soft-boiled eggs are the best, so Mr. Chu can..." I looked relaxed, and I couldn't see anything strange at all.Even my tone was faintly "provocative".

I just want to know, if I repeatedly mention things related to Chen Jiao, what will Chu Ting's reaction be?
Memories are often teased, and I want to see him sink into the mud, suffering 1000 million times deeper than me.

There was a helpless smile on the corner of Chu Ting's lips, which implied pampering like a child: "I haven't done it for a long time, I hope I won't disappoint Miss Sofia."

There was a clanging sound in the kitchen, and Chu Ting's knife skills were so proficient, it became a kind of enjoyment to watch him cook.

I was sitting in the living room, turning on the computer to reply to work emails, but Chu Ting's gaze was suddenly grabbed by him, and I couldn't help but stick to him.

I am used to seeing him in suits and leather shoes, but now he is wearing casual clothes with an apron around his waist, which makes me feel very unreal.

His white shirt was rolled up along the arm, revealing a small section of smooth forearm, with water droplets dripping along the line.

Just standing there, he made me feel the smoke and fire in the world, and my heart was filled with warmth a little bit.

Soft-boiled eggs, filet steak, black pepper pork chop...the garlic juice is sautéed, and the Northeast rice buns are rich in color, which makes people appetite.And the red and extremely tempting beef tripe hot pot is steaming.

Compared with the following dishes, the soft-boiled eggs are much inferior, and the broccoli that is the starting point is not very eye-catching.

After a meal, I picked up a few chopsticks on all the dishes on the table except the soft-boiled eggs. I saw disappointment in Chu Ting's eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to deny himself something.

After eating and drinking, I cleared the table, and I dumped the soft-boiled egg directly into the trash can.

As soon as I turned around, I bumped into Chu Ting's dark eyes.

As night fell, I proposed to send Chu Ting off.

He and I walked side by side on the cobblestone path in the park, stepping on dead branches and leaves with leather shoes.

"It's going to rain." Chu Ting suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, and said something unclear.

I responded with an unimpressive "hmm", until this moment the pain in my stomach finally eased.

The toe of the shoe stopped in front of the passenger seat of the commercial vehicle, and Chu Ting looked back at me, urging me to go back earlier for my safety.

Since I lost my hearing, my sense of smell has become more acute than that of ordinary people. I could faintly smell the smell of gasoline floating in the air, and I also felt a burst of heart palpitations for no reason.

"Since it's going to rain, why don't you find a nearby hotel to stay tonight?" I asked tentatively.

For some reason, I always feel uneasy.And my intuition has always been right.

"It takes only half an hour to drive back to Qiushan Villa from here." Chu Ting smiled helplessly.

The uneasiness in my heart became more and more intense, making my sight drift around involuntarily. There was no one behind me, no one around the corner, but why did I feel several pairs of eyes staring at me and Chu Ting in the dark?

"The water pipe in my house is broken. Why don't you help me fix the water pipe while you're here tonight? It just so happens that I can save myself looking for the property."

This scene seems familiar, and the time seems to have been dialed back to the time when I decided to cooperate with Tang Tinglu to "take down" Chu Ting.

Chu Ting's voice was soft: "When I was cooking in the kitchen tonight, I already repaired the water pipe for you."

"Did you leave something upstairs at my house? A coat?"

"It's the same when I come to get it next time." Chu Ting looked at his nose, nose and heart, with strange emotions pouring into his black and white eyes.

"I still have some work matters to ask for your opinion, why don't you take a look with me tonight..."

Chu Ting noticed something was wrong with me: "Chen Jiao, what are you worried about?"