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When Ou Moyuan chased to the gate of the hospital, Bian Zhi had already left.

He stood at the intersection of people coming and going, suddenly for a moment, the loss in his heart almost made him suffocate.

He walked to the parking lot in a daze.

When we got home, it was already dark.

Mrs. Chen stood at the door with something in her hand, and when she saw him get off the car, she ran over happily.

"Master, I know what kind of soup Bian Zhi made for you and your family before." Aunt Chen raised the cowhide-covered notebook in her hand, "Here is the record of all the adjustments made by Bian Zhi before. "

Ou Moyuan didn't want to hear a word, he was full of anger at the moment.

But when he heard the word "Bian Zhi", he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"This is, hers?"

"Yes," Mrs. Chen nodded hastily. Ever since it was discovered that the soup and medicine were not prepared by her, the young master has transferred her back to the hygiene position, but the hygiene position is not as easy as the back kitchen.

Mopping floors, cleaning windows, and cleaning stinky toilets all day long.

What's more, when she was in the back kitchen, all the purchases of medicinal herbs went into her pockets, but now that the money was missing, the purse suddenly collapsed. She was in a hurry, and vaguely remembered that Bianzhi had She has the habit of keeping records, so she dug three feet at home to find Bianzhi's diary.

"Master, the recipes in it are very detailed." Aunt Chen's mood of claiming credit is obvious, "I combine my previous experience, and it's not a problem to make health-preserving soups according to the previous ones, so you can transfer me back to the post of kitchen. "

Oumoyuan didn't say a word.

His fingers stroked the leather cover of the notebook.

"Young master, can you do it?" Mrs. Chen's anxious forehead was sweating, "I will definitely put my heart into it. When Bian Zhi was here, she also said that I have a high level of comprehension. Give me another chance."

Secretary Li Lin glanced at Mrs. Chen, and was about to wave her away to dismiss her.

But Ou Moyuan suddenly said, "Go."

Is this a promise?

Aunt Chen was overjoyed, Li Lin looked at Ou Moyuan in surprise.

Ou Moyuan is the kind of person with a rigorous personality, but if he fails to do something well once, it is usually difficult for him to give him a second chance.

What's more, this sister-in-law Chen is still lying, she can stay at Ou's house to see the old lady's kinship relationship, how can she be transferred to the back kitchen.

Li Lin suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Is it because the lady was mentioned?

When he went to pick up Mr. Ou today, his face was injured. The bodyguard said that it seemed that he had a fight with Duan Chengfeng because of his wife.

He felt that things were weird, Duan Chengfeng?Didn't you also look down on your wife before?Why, he would fight Mr. Ou for his wife.

Just a second ago, Mr. Ou obviously felt that Mrs. Chen was long-winded, and his brows were slightly frowned, but when he heard his wife's name, his brows loosened a little.

Li Linton felt bad.

The CEO is - after the divorce, he suddenly cared about his ex-wife?

Ou Moyuan's eyes were cold, and he looked at the notebook lying quietly on the table like an enemy.

I always feel that it is another conspiracy of Bianzhi.

After a long time.

Ou Moyuan smiled absurdly, it was just a notebook, there was nothing he dared not open.

He bent down suddenly, picked up the notebook abruptly, and opened it neatly.

then.

pause.

The beautiful small characters came into view, it was Bian Zhi's characters.

Her handwriting has always been small and round, just like her, and she is very reassuring in everything she does.

[June 2019, 6, overcast.

When Mo Yuan went upstairs, he rubbed his neck. He looked like he was tired from work. When I followed him to see, his back was straight, but it was a little stiff, showing signs of lumbar muscle strain.Eucommia 15g, two red dates, observe for three days. 】

[August 2019, 6, sunny.

I heard Mo Yuan say while chatting with Chen Yuyan that his neck has become much more relaxed recently, but I watched from the side. Within 5 minutes, he pinched the tip of his eyebrows twice, which seemed to be a sign of a migraine. I only found out after asking Li Lin that Mo Yuan had been I have migraine symptoms, blame me for not taking good care of him, and adjust a medicine to see if it can relieve the symptoms. 】

[June 2019, 6, rain.

I need to find a time to get Mo Yuan's pulse. He doesn't pay attention to his body too much. The dark circles under his eyes are so big. It must be that the group's work is very hard. I will definitely take care of Chen Yuyan's illness and don't ask him to worry. 】

"..."

The diary ends until the day before their divorce.

She was still worried that he came home drunk and had an upset stomach.

A thick stack of notebooks, densely packed with many of his names.

Ou Moyuan supported her head, wondering if she would be sad when she wrote these words in those days when she was ignored by him.

When he forced her to make a choice, would she feel that all her efforts had been fed to the dog?

Ou Moyuan's eyes were cold and cold, his mind was subverted because of his cognition, and his whole person looked cold and deep.

"Li Lin."

"Boss Ou."

"You said... I used to treat her badly, didn't I?"

Li Lin pursed his lips and lowered his head.

There are some answers that everyone knows, it is better not to say.

Ou Moyuan turned his head to look at him, with force and persecution in his eyes.

"Yes, it's not very good..." Li Lin tried his best to be euphemistic, "But, you are the president of the company, so it's understandable that you have a lot of things to do."

When Ou Moyuan heard this, his expression fell into deep thought.

"Then do you think she really likes me?" Ou Moyuan suddenly wanted to know the answer to this question.

This problem is more fatal than the previous one.

Li Lin wanted to be perfunctory, but in the end he couldn't grind his conscience, "In Li Lin's opinion, my wife likes you."

silence.

Deathly silence.

When Li Lin thought that Ou Moyuan would not speak again, Ou Moyuan suddenly said: "But, it doesn't make sense."

His hands clutched the notebook tightly.

For three whole years, from the first day, she observed his physical condition with that kind of love, and tried her best to treat him well.

Even, he was kind to Chen Yuyan.

He knew that she always thought he liked Chen Yuyan.

But he never explained it to her.

Just let her misunderstand, and let the people around her be contemptuous of her because of his attitude.

He was tempted to attribute the notebook to a "deliberate" scheme.

But just as soon as he thought this way, his thoughts stopped abruptly and were torn apart.

The notebook in front of him was slapped on his face like a fierce whip.

In a blink of an eye, Shen Tingsi, Lin Ye's, and even Zhou Suihuai's maintenance came before his eyes again. His mind was in a mess, like a mess of threads, and he couldn't find the end of the thread no matter what.

It all gave him a splitting headache.

Ou Moyuan couldn't wait to know the answer, he stood up abruptly, and got into the car directly.

But the car penetrated into the traffic flow, and he suddenly found it weakly.

He can't find her.

Three years.

He knew nothing about her.

The car was parked overnight in a parking lot not far from Tongxintang.

It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

Only then did he see Bian Zhi enter Tongrentang holding a cup of soy milk.