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Yu Jian frowned slightly: "Miss Mi, this is my private matter."

"Did you take it or not?"

Yu Jian was silent for a few seconds, as if curious, but also questioning: "Miss Mi, what does it have to do with you whether I accept it or not?"

"Ask." Chuzheng's tone was casual, with no discernible emotion: "Do you accept it or not?"

"……No."

It’s fine if you don’t.

Chuzheng lowered her head and put the things in the car on the cashier. The light fell on the side of her face, like a layer of light halo, as delicate as pearls.

Yu Jian had to admit that the girl in front of him was really pretty.

Chuzheng put the last thing on, and Yu Jian immediately looked away, pretending that he didn't see anything.

Chuzheng took advantage of the opportunity before the camp collector finished, stood directly next to Yu Jian, and asked in a voice that could be heard by the two of them, "What kind of flowers did she send?"

"Miss Mi, why are you asking so clearly?"

"can not say?"

"...I don't remember." Yu Jian turned his phone to the salesperson.

"You must remember that you didn't want to tell me that you accepted her flowers." Chuzheng calmly concluded: "You lied to me."

Yu Jian's fingers trembled, and the screen went dark. Before the salesman scanned it, Yu Jian quickly turned on his phone again.

drop--

The sales clerk scanned the cell phone that was suddenly handed over to him—Chu Zheng’s cell phone.

-

Chuzheng left the supermarket carrying something, and Yu Jian followed behind. He also carried something. He didn't want Chuzheng to take it, but she just grabbed it without caring about her patient's personality.

Yu Jian took two quick steps and was parallel to her: "Rose."

"Huh?" Yu Jian suddenly said this, but Chu Zheng didn't react.

Yu Jian explained: "The roses she sent."

Rose?

Do boys also like roses?

Do boys like flowers?

Several questions with question marks popped up in Chuzheng's mind, but in the end she threw them into the corner.

No matter if he likes it or not.

After Yu Jian said those words, he said nothing again and took Chu Zheng home in silence.

The penthouse apartment where Yu Jian lives is mainly decorated in black and white, which is depressing and monotonous. There are not many bright colors to be seen. It is like suddenly stepping into a world of black and white.

He put down his things, got some unworn shoes for Chuzheng, and invited her in.

"Sit anywhere you want." Yu Jian seemed to want to say something, but finally endured it and said nothing: "What are you drinking? Drink or water?"

"Anything is fine." I don't choose! Even if the good guy card gives you poison... you can't drink it!

Yu Jian got her a glass of warm water.

"Then sit down for a while and I'll cook." Yu Jian always thought this was strange. He still didn't understand why she came to his house for dinner.

Why didn't he refuse?

Yu Jian took the things into the kitchen, washed his hands and sanitized them first, and then started preparing the ingredients.

The kitchen is open and you can clearly see the living room. The girl sat there, looking down at her phone, putting on her headphones, occupying only a little space on the sofa, as if she knew the owner didn't like others touching other things.

This was the result he wanted.

But looking at it now, he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Yu Jian took his mind back and started cooking with concentration.

-

Yu Jian quickly prepared a few dishes, put them on the table, and walked behind the sofa from the other side.

He glanced at Chuzheng's cell phone, and the picture seemed familiar.

Seems to be……

Recently popular TV series.

Yu Jian subconsciously raised a few question marks in his heart.

Would she also watch this kind of drama?

He knew it was because the little nurses in the hospital discussed it all day long, and he could see them watching it from time to time, and the TV in the hospital ward would occasionally play it.

It is indeed normal for her age to watch this kind of drama, but for some reason, Yu Jian just can't equate the two.

Yu Jian didn't know why he had so many thoughts recently. He shook his head and shook those thoughts away.

"Ahem..." Yu Jian coughed lightly: "It's time to eat."

Chuzheng took off her earphones and put her phone in her pocket, feeling panicked to the Nth power in her heart.

How long had the good guy card been standing there just now?

See what I'm looking at?

Chuzheng asked calmly: "Can I use the bathroom?"

Yu Jian pointed in the direction: "Over there."

-

Although Chuzheng is not picky, she has certain taboos about many things, so the things Yu Jian cooks are very common side dishes.

"You should also be careful when eating out. It's best not to eat out." Yu Jian couldn't help his professional habit.

Chuzheng said "Oh" and said suddenly: "Doctor Yu, will you do it for me?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Yu Jian choked, so he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. It took him a while to come out.

Yu Jian wiped his fingers with a tissue. After cleaning them, he folded his hands on the table: "Miss Mi, I invited you to dinner today because of the dean's order. I hope you don't misunderstand anything."

Chuzheng said seriously: "I didn't misunderstand."

Yu Jian stared at Chu Zheng. The latter's eyes were clear and calm, without any ambiguity or other emotions in them. They were so serious and serious that it seemed like he was overthinking.

The room suddenly fell into silence, with only the slight sound of the air purifier running next to it.

Yu Jian looked away: "Let's eat."

Maybe it was Duan Ruihuan's behavior that made him a little nervous.

She might... really have no other ideas.

Yu Jian didn't know whether it was because the boss Chu Zheng not only had ideas, but also had many ideas.

After dinner, Yu Jian wanted to send Chu Zheng back, but Chu Zheng waved his hand and refused directly and left alone.

Yu Jian returned to the apartment, looked at the remaining dishes on the table, and sent a message to the dean that he had completed the task.

[Dean: This little girl is nice, Dr. Yu. I think she is here for you. Do you know her? ]

[Yu Jian:...]

The dean was so busy all day, so he definitely didn't know about Chu Zheng being hospitalized here.

Yu Jian gave a few simple explanations, and the dean suddenly understood.

[Dean: This is directed at you. ]

[Yu Jian:...]

[Yu Jian: Dean, can you give me one of the photos taken today? ]

The photo they took together today.

[Dean: Sure. ]

The dean quickly sent the photo.

Yu Jian looked at the person in the middle and didn't know what he was thinking. It took him a while to say thank you to the dean.

Yu Jian finished chatting with the dean and put his phone on the table. He held the edge of the table and looked at the cold leftovers. For a moment, he didn't know where to put them away.

Ding dong——

Before Yu Jian could figure out how to deal with it, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Yu Jian opened the door and his sight was instantly occupied by a huge bouquet of roses.

A head poked out from behind with difficulty: "Hello, is this Mr. Yu?"

"yes……"

"Please sign for your flowers."

Yu Jian slowly clenched his hanging hand, feeling as if someone had scratched his heart. He vaguely had an answer, but he was not sure.

He asked: "Who sent it?"