After the divorce from the scumbag his father, he had a puppy

Xiao Jian was taken aback, and quickly gave Zhang Mu the back, nervously asking: "What's the matter? Is it uncomfortable?"

Zhang Mu retched for a while, but he couldn't vomit anything, but he was a little weak, and shook his head slowly, "It's okay, I just felt a little nauseous, maybe I just ate too much."

Xiao Jian nodded and helped him stand up: "Then let's sit down again? You also take a rest?"

Zhang Mu thought for a while, "Forget it, I feel much better now, and it's not far away. It's the same when I go back to rest."

His attitude was firm, and Xiao Jian didn't say anything more.

"Then get in the car quickly, I'll take you home first." He opened the car door for Zhang Mu as he spoke.

Zhang Mu got into the co-pilot, but Xiao Jian didn't come in for a long time.

He looked out suspiciously, only to find that Xiao Jian had entered the restaurant again, and when he came back, he had an extra cup of hot water in his hand.

"Drink some hot water, it will make your stomach feel better." He handed the hot water to Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to catch the cup, feeling complicated and warm.

"Thank you," he said.

Xiao Jian looked at him softly, "It's okay."

As he spoke, he rubbed Zhang Mu's hair naturally, and didn't notice anything wrong. He started the car and drove towards Zhang Mu's residence.

On the way, neither of them spoke much, and the atmosphere was a bit dull and depressing, and there was a sense of tension.

Zhang Mu looked sideways out of the window, the temperature of the cup of hot water in his hand ran along his fingertips, as if warming all the way to the bottom of his heart.

He felt a little dizzy, strange, he had never been motion sick before.

Sensing his discomfort, Xiao Jian lowered the window slightly to let the fresh air relieve the discomfort.

Zhang Mu felt much more comfortable, and quietly glanced at Xiao Jian, unexpectedly, Xiao Jian just turned his head to look at him.

The eyes of the two collided fiercely, sparks shot out, Zhang Mu choked for breath, and hurriedly avoided his sight in a panic.

Xiao Jian couldn't help laughing.

When we were about to arrive at the residence, it suddenly snowed, and it was gorgeous and exquisite under the lights, stunning the vision.

"Brother Xiao, it's snowing!" Zhang Mu's eyes lit up, and he smiled in surprise.

Xiao Jian nodded, seeing snowflakes drifting into the car and falling on Zhang Mu's body, it was extremely pleasing to the eye against his beautiful eyebrows.

Zhang Mu looked at the snow through the car window, surprised and shocked, but Xiao Jian was looking at Zhang Mu, and that was the most beautiful scenery in his eyes.

The car drove to the downstairs of the community, Zhang Mu wrapped up his coat and prepared to get out of the car.

It was late at night, and it was snowing, so the community was quiet, silent and quiet, only the dim street lamps and the bright lights inside the building.

Zhang Mu raised his head slightly, and saw that his room was pitch-black, and couldn't help but suddenly feel a little lonely.

"Then..." Zhang Mu whispered, "I'll be leaving first."

Xiao Jian didn't speak, just looked at Zhang Mu silently for a while, and then asked with a smile expectantly: "Would you like me to sit up?"

Zhang Mu's eyes widened in surprise, his head was in a mess.

He couldn't help thinking, what did Xiao Jian mean by this sentence?This is too much like some kind of ambiguous invitation, right?What exactly does Xiao Jian want to do?

All the words he thought showed on his face.

Xiao Jian looked at his brilliant face, smiled deeper, and said with curled lips: "Just kidding. Go back and rest early."

Zhang Mu looked at Xiao Jian resentfully, he was really scary when he joked.

Who said Xiao Jian has no sense of humor?

"It's not funny at all." Zhang Mu grinned and got out of the car.

He was wrapped in a scarf, only showing half of his delicate and beautiful face.

Xiao Jian watched him turn around, and suddenly called out: "Zhang Mu."

Zhang Mu paused, for some reason, he clenched his fingertips nervously.

Xiao Jian's voice was very low and seductive: "Are we still friends?"

Zhang Mu's throat choked up, his breathing became heavier, reason and instinct were violently pulled in his mind.

In the end, he nodded and said, "Well, yes."

……

Ever since he retched in front of Xiao Jian that night, Zhang Mu's appetite has been poor. He always feels nauseous and wants to vomit, but he can't vomit anything, and he has no appetite. He especially hates greasy food. up.

But Meng He bought a bag of sour plums that day, Zhang Mu tasted it, but unexpectedly found that it was delicious, sweet and sour,

So when he went to work, he would habitually buy a bag of sour plums as a snack, and eat a few to ease his discomfort when he had nothing to do.

At first, Zhang Mu thought that the discomfort would get better soon, but after a week, it didn't get better, and it became more and more serious. Zhang Mu realized that there was something wrong.

His first reaction was that he was suffering from some serious illness, which might not be curable, which made him very nervous and afraid.

Zhang Mu woke up very early on Saturday, and he made an appointment to have dinner with Xu Qinghui.

After washing and changing clothes, Zhang Mu suddenly found that the clothes he was wearing before were a bit tight, and it was very uncomfortable to wrap around his waist and abdomen.

After checking, he found that it wasn't that the clothes were tight, but that he had gained weight.

Zhang Mu was taken aback by this. He was very concerned about body management and couldn't tolerate the existence of fat, but he actually gained weight?

Simply sensational.

He took off his clothes and looked in the mirror again and again, and then found that he was not fat in other places, but his stomach was fat, and he was a little fat.

Zhang Mu was very worried, and couldn't help but wonder if he was really seriously ill and had a tumor in his stomach, which made him grow up?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. The word "terminal illness" hovered in his mind, and he couldn't hide his nervousness and fear.

But this matter can't be delayed any longer, I must go to the hospital for an examination as soon as possible, even if I am really seriously ill, it may be cured if I check earlier.

After changing his clothes, Zhang Mu drove to the restaurant he had made an appointment with Xu Qinghui.

He wore a baggy coat, and there was no visible change in his figure.

When Xu Qinghui met, he said: "I also have an appointment with someone. He is stuck in traffic and will be late."

Zhang Mu nodded without thinking too much, and said sadly to Xu Qinghui, "I may be terminally ill."

Xu Qinghui just drank his saliva and almost spit out: "Huh?"

"Recently, I have a bad appetite, no appetite, and always feel nauseous. The most important thing is that my appetite has obviously decreased, and I have gained weight without eating anything!"

Xu Qinghui looked at Zhang Mu with a subtle expression: "These symptoms you mentioned, are you sure you are not pregnant?"

"...I'm telling you the truth." Zhang Mu said seriously.

"Well, you have a physical examination every year, and you are in good health. There is no possibility that you will suddenly get sick." Xu Qinghui also said seriously: "Don't think too much, maybe it's just a stomach problem. When will you go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"I have an appointment tomorrow morning." Zhang Mu thought about it, and felt a little relieved.

Xu Qinghui looked embarrassed: "I have an important meeting tomorrow morning."

Zhang Mu said with a smile: "It's okay, I can go by myself, I have a classmate who works in the hospital, just ask him."

"Well, I wanted to accompany you, remember to tell me after you check."

"What are you talking about?"

Just as Zhang Mu was about to speak, someone suddenly asked with a smile.

Xu Qinghui looked at the man, smiled and said: "It's nothing, just chat casually, sit down."

The man sat down opposite Zhang Mu and smiled friendlyly at Zhang Mu.

"I wanted to arrive earlier to make a good impression, but I didn't expect to be stuck in traffic."

Zhang Mu always felt that the man looked at him a little strangely, but out of politeness, he smiled back.

Xu Qinghui smiled and said, "Let me introduce you to Zhang Mu and Cheng Bai."

He went on to talk about Zhang Mu's occupation, and mentioned that Cheng Bai is a fitness coach, but he only takes one-on-one personal training, and his clients are also rich businessmen or celebrities, and the price is very expensive. He also praised him for being good-tempered, enthusiastic and talkative, and still single .

Zhang Mu was frightened by the way he spoke, why does this sound like a blind date?Even the issue of being single was mentioned.

Cheng Bai is actually good-looking, with a strong and strong body, smiling all over his face, and looks easy to get along with.

But Zhang Mu is not ready for a blind date at all!

He could only ask perfunctorily as much as possible, while anxiously sending a message to Xu Qinghui: "What's the situation? Didn't you say good food? What's the matter with Cheng Bai?"

Xu Qinghui seemed to be well prepared, and he came back quickly: "I'm thinking of you, otherwise, can you come? Cheng Bai is my friend, with good qualifications and good personality. Try talking to him, just in case Appropriate."

Is it really a blind date?

Zhang Mu was speechless: "I don't want to find a partner yet."

"You really don't want to? Don't think I don't know. You can't forget Xiao Jian, right? Since you've broken up with him, you should be refreshed. Don't always think about the past. Look forward. And forget someone , the fastest way is to start a new relationship, and I will do my best to help you."

Zhang Mu rubbed his brows, and then replied firmly: "Okay, thank you for your kindness, but I really don't want to talk about it yet."

Xu Qinghui didn't force it: "That's fine, but don't say it directly, talk to him first, and don't be too indifferent. He is my friend, and we still have to meet. If it's embarrassing, you can tell him later. Just say you don’t think it’s right for you.”

This matter is not difficult to handle, Zhang Mu naturally agreed.

Cheng Bai is indeed talkative and enthusiastic, and chatting with him will not feel awkward.

"I also liked painting when I was young, but my parents thought that painting would delay my studies, so they didn't let me paint, otherwise I might have become a painter long ago."

These words also brought back memories of Zhang Mu.

"Then my parents are just the opposite. They support me very much, enroll me in training classes since I was a child, and encourage me and take pride in me. Without their support, I would not be where I am now."

Xu Qinghui was an onlooker, occasionally interjecting a few words, he could clearly see that Cheng Bai had a good impression of Zhang Mu, and even more so.

……

At this time, on the other side of the hollowed-out screen, Xiao Jian and Chu Erchen hadn't noticed Zhang Mu and the others beside them.

"I can't invite you to dinner if I have nothing to do? I see that you are so busy with your work that I am afraid that you will be exhausted, and you still have to entertain occasionally."

Xiao Jian was noncommittal, but didn't say anything.

Chu Erchen paused, then smiled gossipingly: "Of course, I mainly want to care about you and Zhang Mu."

Xiao Jian gave him a look that I knew it was.

"I'm not gossip, I care about you! Who told you to find a wife? It's not easy. Even if you get married, you have to file for a divorce. If you really divorce, what will you do if you stay a bachelor for the rest of your life?"

"Oh. But you seem to be single too?"

Chu Erchen smiled slyly: "I'm different from you. I have mixed tastes and I can accept anything. Can you?"

Xiao Jian looked disgusted.

Chu Erchen continued to gossip: "Tell me quickly, how is your progress? Didn't you say you want to chase Zhang Mu?"

Xiao Jian thought about it seriously, and said confidently: "I think it's very good, he doesn't reject my approach, everything is under my control."

"That's good, I'll wait for you to chase him back early, and then drink your wedding wine..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a painful cry from the next door, which sounded quite familiar.

Chu Erchen froze for a moment, and looked at Xiao Jian in blank dismay.

He got up and approached the hollow of the screen, and saw Zhang Mu sitting next door, with a man standing beside him, and the two of them were in a very intimate posture.

When he saw it, Xiao Jian naturally saw it too.

Chu Erchen was silent suddenly, and only asked Xiao Jian suspiciously with his eyes: It's all like this, and everything is under your control?

The slap in the face came too fast, Xiao Jian suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he stood up directly.

Chu Erchen wondered: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Jian didn't explain, but walked straight behind the screen.