After the divorce, the boss tore off my vest with his own hands

"Hey, what else could it be, isn't it the second young master of the Sheng family, Sheng Tingye!"

When Aunt Mei mentioned this name, her brows knitted together, she sighed deeply, and said, "You should know that our Miss Xinxin was previously married. She devoted a lot of sincerity to this marriage, and to that surnamed Sheng also put a lot of emotion into it, but unfortunately it ended up being ugly..."

"Women are supposed to be invincible, but when the word 'love' comes up, they become obsessions. Our Miss Xinxin is too stubborn. She has been trapped in that failed marriage. She has not come out of it after so many years. .”

Mr. Q was silent for a long time. Under the mask, his expression could not be clearly seen, but he could feel the cold and gloomy emotion exuding from his body.

"What do you mean? She has been in love with her ex-husband for so many years. Is it because she misses her so much that she can't sleep at night and suffers from chronic insomnia?"

"I can't understand it that way."

Aunt Mei shook her head: "If you can't let go, it doesn't necessarily mean that you still love her. It may just be that you are unwilling to give up or you can't forget."

"Not reconciled?"

"Yes, feelings are just like stock trading. The more you invest, the harder it is to get out of the trap. Once you lose, not only will you not stop, but you will gamble with more principal until you lose everything... How can it be so easy to let go of such a big hole in my heart?"

Aunt Mei's words are quite philosophical and thought-provoking.

Mr. Q seemed to be deeply touched and said coldly: "You are right, feelings are like stock trading. Since winning or losing is difficult to determine, the only way to solve the problem is not to invest too much. One hundred percent of emotion, one point of investment , you can take it back at any time, so naturally you won’t be reluctant to part with it, let alone be unwilling to do so.”

Aunt Mei looked at the man in confusion and asked cautiously: "Then what are your feelings for our Miss Xinxin? If you only want to invest one point in her, it is better not to provoke her, because our Miss Xinxin Once you are trapped, it will be difficult to get out. She has already suffered the pain of love once, and she must not suffer the pain of love again!"

"How much I invest depends on how much she invests. At the moment, it seems that all her points are still with her ex-husband, and she is afraid that she will not give any to me."

"Isn't it true? If Miss Xinxin's heart disease is not cured in one day, she will not be able to fall in love with other people and start a new relationship. She will be depressed all day long and have insomnia every night. It is really worrying!"

Aunt Mei got a headache when she thought about these things.

She couldn't help but patted Mr. Q on the shoulder and said: "Come on, since our lady is willing to take you to Xiangyang Island, your position in her heart is special. Try to make her fall in love with you as soon as possible, so that her heart will not be hurt." Naturally it will be fine.”

"I can't afford this..."

Mr. Q said meaningfully: "To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be tied. Since her heart ailment is Sheng Tingye, let Sheng Tingye cure her."

Chu Zhixin didn't know how long she slept. When she woke up, it was already late at night, and a weak lamp was on in the room.

Mr. Q was lying on a recliner under the desk lamp with a book on his body and seemed to be asleep.

Chu Zhixin touched her forehead and it seemed that it was no longer hot.

She opened the quilt, got out of bed gently, and tiptoed to the man.

The 'Midnight Rakshasa', who was frightened by everyone, was sleeping on the beanbag in her house, with some Maugham's "The Moon and Sixpence" on her body. This scene... was so weird!

Chu Zhixin calmed down, took a deep breath, and then waved his hand in front of the man.

The man remained motionless. Judging from the frequency of the rise and fall of his chest, he was indeed asleep, and it was a deep sleep.

She secretly said in her heart: Baby, no matter how cautious you are, you finally fell into my hands. I want to see today, what kind of terrifying face is there under your mask?

Although Mr. Q has issued an order to the outside world, anyone who sees his true appearance will be killed without mercy!

But he was sleeping now, so even if she saw it, she could just ignore it as a dream. He shouldn't kill her, right?

Chu Zhixin crouched, her long fingers first attached to the man's perfectly contoured cheek, and when she was about to take off his mask, her wrist was suddenly strangled.

"What do you want to do?"

Mr. Q’s cold words seemed to come from an ice cave.

Chu Zhixin was so embarrassed that her whole body felt like her acupuncture points were being tapped. She froze and didn't dare to move. She smiled and said, "Haha, you, you're awake. There are mosquitoes on your face. Let me swat them for you."

"So kind?"

The man was still lying down, but his aura was very strong and a little bit arrogant. He pulled the woman into his arms with his long arms, and said with a half-smile: "How do you think I should repay you?"

Chu Zhixin half-lyed on the man's chest, not daring to struggle too much, fearing that if he struggled, his position would become even more awkward.

She pretended to be calm and said: "There's no need to repay you. I'm just reciprocating. You took care of me all night, urged me to take medicine, and played the piano for me. I'll swat you a mosquito, it's nothing!" "

"Right!"

The man said calmly: "It's very hard to take care of the sick, especially when the sick don't cooperate with taking medicine. I've been busy all night, and my back aches and my eyelids are fighting. You won't give me a mosquito bite." Let’s consider it as repayment, right?”

"Then what do you think of me?"

Chu Zhixin gritted his teeth and asked.

This guy is really a thief. He completely learned and put it into practice and got her into it.

"It's okay. Just give me a squeeze on your shoulders, rub your legs, and sing a little song."

Chu Zhixin said with a black face: "You're almost done, I don't like such jokes."

Mr. Q then let go of his original intention, looked at the bright moon like a jade plate outside the window, and said softly: "Then you can chat with me and enjoy the moon, okay?"

"This line!"

Chuzhixin snapped her fingers, stood up and took some snacks and fruits.

"Let's start chatting!"

She was wrapped in a blanket and holding a crisp red apple in her hand, looking relaxed.

The man sat upright and looked her up and down: "You don't have a fever anymore?"

"No more burning."

"You don't have a cold anymore?"

"No more cold!"

Chu Zhixin took a bite of the apple and said with some pride: "I told you, I am in good health and this little cold can be cured after just sleeping."

"Without Aunt Mei's bowl of medicine, you wouldn't have recovered so quickly."

"Hey, actually the most effective thing is your piano sound..."

Chu Zhixin couldn't help but recall the taste: "I didn't expect that your piano skills were so good. It actually cured the insomnia that had been bothering me. I slept well and recovered naturally."

The man curled his lips and said: "There are many places you can't think of, but the days are long and you have plenty of time to discover them slowly."

When Chu Zhixin looked at the man, he always felt strange.

Obviously their friendship is not deep, but chatting together while admiring the moon feels so natural, like two old friends who have known each other for a long time.

"Who are you? Do I...have I known you for a long time?"

Hatsumi couldn't help but ask the man.