It turns out that I love you

Gong Xinuo came to Zhang Fu's car, bent down and knocked on the glass. Zhang Fu, who was concentrating on reversing the car, twisted his neck and looked at the back, heard the crisp sound. He turned his head and opened the window. He was surprised to see that it was Gong Xinuo. Hold the steering wheel tightly: "Mr. Gong, why are you here?"

Gong Xinuo didn't explain, but waved his hand and signaled him to get off the car: "Come out."

Zhang Fu knew that if he went on like this, he might not be able to park the car for a while, so Zhiqu got out of the car and gave way to Gong Xinuo.

Gong Xinuo easily backed the car firmly into the parking space, and handed the car keys to Zhang Fu: "I have a whim, come and have a look."

"Oh." Zhang Fu took the key, put it in his handbag, and thanked him. "thank you."

"Let's go." Gong Xinuo was one step ahead of him, and walked towards the small office building, but did not return to the prefab room.

Zhang Fu followed behind him, step by step, and asked cautiously, "I heard that Mr. Hao will retire?"

"En." Gong Xinuo nodded. It is not a secret that Hao Shijie plans to retire. He has stated in public many times that he will officially leave the group and retire completely when his daughter gets married and has children.

"Then you will, will you go back?" Zhang Fu made a bold guess, with sweat on his forehead, both scared and worried. Maybe Gong Xinuo will really leave the branch and return to the headquarters as the rumors said. , taking over the position of Hao Shijie.

Gong Xinuo stopped and turned to look at him: "Zhang Fu, after the contract expires, I will leave M&B. Don't ask me why, I don't want to and I won't say it. Cao Zhe will be the next person in charge, but I think, You are more suitable than him."

Gong Xinuo knew in his heart that life was real.

Now that he has made up his mind, Huo Boqing and the others will definitely reconsider the candidate, and will not waste time on persuading and retaining him.

It's not that Huo Boqing and the others are ungrateful, but that time doesn't wait for others. One of the top managers must be Chinese, so as to achieve balanced development.

Facing Zhang Fu who chose to remain silent, Gong Xinuo explained his reasons: "Although Cao Zhe is very good, he lacks experience in undertaking large-scale projects. The headquarters will not consider them if you do superficial administrative work. And you are the veteran of the company. In the past few years, you have achieved outstanding results and have absolute advantages and strengths. You are the best candidate to replace me. Before I leave, I will report to the headquarters Introduce you, and the rest, you have to fight for it yourself. Besides, your public image has been maintained very well."

Zhang Fu didn't know why Gong Xinuo made such an amazing decision suddenly, and looked at him regretfully.

These years, following Gong Xinuo's side, he has already developed deep affection and dependence on Gong Xinuo, reluctance and sadness welled up in his heart, and he was speechless.

Gong Xinuo smiled slightly, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him: "Work hard, you can do it."

After get off work, Gong Xinuo ordered the driver to take the secretary home, then walked out of the small office building with Yuan Jingkun, and took the subway with him to the kindergarten to pick up Gong Xi.

The brightly lit subway station was like daytime, and it was the rush hour. There were slightly more people in the waiting hall. Gong Xinuo leaned against the white pillars, lowered his head, and stared at the marble tiles under his feet.

The two were silent all the way, and Yuan Jingkun never had a chance to ask him why he was in a bad mood, guess if he was stimulated by something when he went to the wedding.

"I want to get married." Gong Xinuo held back these words for a whole night and a day. After finally brewing up a good mood, he mustered up the courage and said it to Yuan Jingkun in a low voice.

Yuan Jingkun looked at him from the side, raised his eyebrows, and saw that he had a serious face, he didn't look like he was joking, he couldn't help but choke his breath, his heart beat violently a few times, the surprised look disappeared within a few seconds, hold on Bad mood, trying to maintain a calm voice: "Really? Okay, is there a suitable partner? If not, I will help you find it."

Gong Xinuo raised his head, Yuan Jingkun had already turned his gaze from him to the opposite billboard, he obviously misunderstood the meaning of Gong Xinuo's words, mistakenly thought that he was going to choose to marry a woman.

Gong Xinuo withdrew his gaze, lowered his head again, blinked, and reminded Yuan Jingkun pointedly: "Okay, then you can look for it in this subway."

Yuan Jingkun, who was caught in wild thoughts, was too slow to understand what he meant, so he actually took his words seriously, looked around, looked at the girl who was holding a magazine not far away to pass the waiting time, and said: "I think she will become , quite suitable for you."

Gong Xinuo didn't look at him, nor at the girl he was talking about. He left the pillar, stood up straight, his tall body blocked Yuan Jingkun's sight, took a few steps forward, and stopped before the waiting line.

Yuan Jingkun's misunderstanding temporarily made him lose the mood to continue the topic of marriage just now without explaining.

Yuan Jingkun followed up and stood side by side with him, his voice was as soft as a pool of stagnant water: "Even if you choose to get married, I will not blame you."

The subway arrived just in time, the electric doors opened to both sides, and Gong Xinuo walked in without saying a word.

He said in his heart, actually, I want to marry you.

Gong Xinuo is a person who is very good at restraining his emotions, which is directly related to his growth environment.

Ever since Gong Xinuo became sensible, he had no one to act like a spoiled child.

Since then, whether in the orphanage or studying abroad, he has tried his best to live on his own without relying on others.

No matter how bitter, tired, depressed or sad, he will not show it on his face, it is useless for him to show it, and no one will tell it.

As a result, Gong Xinuo developed a not-so-good habit of being bored in everything, never saying anything if he could, until the end, unless it was a last resort, he could keep his words in his stomach.

Although Yuan Jingkun's temper is not as restrained as his, but usually in front of Gong Xi, he will never have a direct conflict with Gong Xinuo.

Children over three years old already have the ability to remember things.

She will remember fear, remember fright, and have bad emotions, but she will not handle and digest these emotions properly, which may affect her future thinking habits and emotional reactions.It is very detrimental to her future growth.

Therefore, when they stepped into the gate of the kindergarten, the two of them had packed up their emotions and pretended to be nonchalant.

As soon as Gong Xi saw the fathers, he immediately broke away from the teacher's hand excitedly, ran to Yuan Jingkun's arms, put his arms around his neck, hung on him, and called out sweetly: "Dad!"

Yuan Jingkun took advantage of the situation and hugged her, no matter whose child Gong Xi was, he was the one who gave birth, this intimate relationship cannot be broken.

Gong Xinuo took Gong Xi's schoolbag and followed behind them.

Along the way, Gong Xi kept telling Yuan Jingkun about his life in the kindergarten, which child cried again, which child peed his pants again, which child fought again, and sang him a new song in the old fashioned way, High energy and tireless.

Yuan Jingkun responded to her patiently. Gong Xinuo stood beside them and remained silent, but his expression was much better than before.

Gong Xi is a very self-conscious child, and he will never go back on his word when he agrees with an adult.

For example, it is stipulated to go to bed at nine o'clock in the evening, and usually before nine o'clock, she packs up toys or painting utensils, brushes her teeth and goes to bed obediently.

Yuan Jingkun waited until she fell asleep before returning to the bedroom, and during the whole night, except for eating, he didn't talk to Gong Xinuo much.

Gong Xinuo is not in the bedroom, nor in the study, but probably in the bathroom or on the terrace.

Yuan Jingkun sat in front of the round table, a bright spot flashed on the glass tabletop, and a ring was quietly placed on it.

Yuan Jingkun picked up the ring that Gong Xinuo never left his hand, even when the two were in love, Gong Xinuo would never take off the ring.

Yuan Jingkun doesn't know what mystery is hidden in this seemingly ordinary ring, which can make Gong Xinuo fall in love so much.

The ring was tossed and turned in his hand. He carefully observed the small circle, and when he stood up the ring, he suddenly discovered the mystery inside.

Engraved on the face of the ring are two miniature letters: J&K.

Yuan Jingkun didn't react for a while, and didn't understand the meaning of these two letters.

After spending a long time thinking about it, it suddenly occurred to me that Gong Xinuo had an uncommon English name—joe, and the other letter K should refer to Yang Yiqing.

He suddenly remembered that for some reason, he seemed to have accidentally found out a book that Gong Xinuo had when he was in school, and saw an English name in it—ken, and he asked, whose name was it, Gong Xinuo? Nuo didn't evade and bluntly said that it was Yang Yiqing's English name.

This is a supposedly cryptic hint, a very clever combination.

Yuan Jingkun smiled wryly, thinking of a classic saying: what has existed, cannot disappear.

He and Yang Yiqing are two completely different people, he cannot replace Yang Yiqing's position in Gong Xinuo's heart.

No matter whether Gong Xinuo still loves Yang Yiqing or not, no matter how much Gong Xinuo loves him now, the fact that Yang Yiqing existed cannot be erased, and he cannot pretend that he does not exist.

Yuan Jingkun couldn't help being jealous of someone who was no longer alive. He reminded himself more than once that Yang Yiqing was Gong Xinuo's dream, a past event that had long since passed away...

But he loves Gong Xinuo, and love is always selfish, domineering, unreasonable, and possessive. Up to now, he is almost sensitive|feeling that when Gong Xinuo distracts for a moment, he will feel that he must be doing something again. I miss Yang Yiqing.

Yuan Jingkun often suppressed the urge to question him, but he was really unwilling to cause unnecessary quarrels because of the deceased.

Yuan Jingkun also didn't want Gong Xinuo to think that he was so narrow-minded, so dismissive, and so obsessed with the past like a woman.

"What are you thinking about?" Gong Xinuo quietly walked to his side and asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Yuan Jingkun, who was deep in thought, was startled by the sudden sound, his hands trembled, the ring fell to the ground, and he jumped to Gong Xinuo's feet, making a crisp sound.

Gong Xinuo bent down to pick up the ring, seeing his slightly flustered expression, he felt strange: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Jingkun took the first step, picked up the ring, wiped it, handed it to Gong Xinuo, and returned to a natural expression: "I'm sorry. It's nothing."

Gong Xinuo put the ring on the index finger of his right hand as before, and didn't notice Yuan Jingkun's slightly pale face: "Oh, help me find a towel, the original one doesn't absorb water anymore."

"Okay." Yuan Jingkun agreed, but he didn't get up for a long time, his mind seemed to be drifting away.

"Baby?" Gong Xinuo leaned over in front of him, feeling that his mood tonight was not right, and asked with concern.

Yuan Jingkun looked up at him. Although he felt uncomfortable, he still smiled: "Got it. I'll look for it right away."

"The exam is coming soon. I have to study tonight. Go to bed early and don't wait for me." Gong Xinuo took the white and thick towel and said to him.

"En." Yuan Jingkun replied, looking at Gong Xinuo's back, unable to say what he wanted to say, he could only frown until he disappeared from sight.

Gong Xinuo studied until one o'clock in the morning, stretched his waist, and there was still imprint of coffee on the bottom of the glass next to him. He yawned. Even the coffee couldn't resist the deep sleepiness, so he decided to go to sleep.

Gong Xinuo returned to the bedroom lightly. As soon as he approached the bed, the quilt was lifted by Yuan Jingkun. His hand that wanted to pull the quilt away stopped in mid-air, surprised: "Are you still asleep?"

"Yeah." Yuan Jingkun turned over and faced him.

Gong Xinuo didn't know why he would suffer from insomnia again, so he lay flat beside him and closed his eyes: "Can't sleep again?"

Yuan Jingkun approached him, putting an arm on his chest, half encircling his body.

For a long time, he wanted to ask Gong Xinuo a question, if Yang Yiqing was still alive, who would he choose?

Even Yuan Jingkun felt that this was a boring question. He was embarrassed to ask it, but he really wanted to know the answer.

Gong Xinuo pulled out his arm and put it around his shoulder, as if he had read his mind: "Baby, let me tell you a story."

"Okay." Yuan Jingkun closed his eyes, waiting to hear the story.

"Once upon a time, there was a kid herding sheep. He drove his flock through a cave every day. The entrance of the cave was tightly blocked by a big rock. He was very curious and didn't know what was in the cave. He thought, maybe the cave There are gold and silver treasures hidden in it, rare things, or big unknown secrets. Driven by curiosity, he decided to remove the big rock at all costs. So, like a foolish old man moving a mountain, he began to chisel the stone. He worked unremittingly, and it took nearly two years to finally remove the stone. When he entered the cave with a torch, he found that there was nothing in the damp and cold cave, except for the mottled walls, and The musty air." After Gong Xinuo finished telling the story, he lowered his eyelids and looked at Yuan Jingkun.

Yuan Jingkun understood what Gong Xinuo meant, he wanted to say that sometimes, people's imagination and reality would be very different.

Gong Xinuo only wanted to express this meaning, but Yuan Jingkun derived another meaning—reality often disappoints people.

Yuan Jingkun raised his eyes, looked back at Gong Xinuo, he had nothing to say, any words seemed pale and powerless, and he stuck tightly to his body.

In the middle of the night, Gong Xinuo, who was sound asleep, was shaken awake. Yuan Jingkun curled up, sweating on his forehead, and looked uncomfortable: "Xinuo, I feel uncomfortable."

"What's the matter?" Gong Xinuo sat up abruptly, and asked anxiously when he saw his hands clasped in his belly.

"I don't know." Yuan Jingkun couldn't tell exactly where he felt uncomfortable, it seemed to be a stomachache, and it seemed to be a stomachache, and the abdominal cavity felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable.

Before, he had gone to the bathroom and vomited, but he couldn't vomit; he had diarrhea, but it didn't seem to be the case either.

Yuan Jingkun didn't say anything, and Gong Xinuo didn't know why he was feeling bad: "Then, let's go to the hospital. Can you wake up?"

"No need." Yuan Jingkun shook his head. "I seem to have a little stomach ache. I may have caught a cold. Take a pill and have a look. If it doesn't work, I'll go to the hospital."

"Alright." Gong Xinuo got up, poured a glass of warm water, took out stomach medicine, lifted his body, fed the medicine into his mouth, gave him a few sips of water, and carefully helped him lie down .

I don't know whether it's the rapid effect of the medicine or the mental effect, but Yuan Jingkun's complexion is obviously better than before, his breathing has calmed down, his hands are still pressed against his abdomen, and he looks a little uncomfortable.

Gong Xinuo was worried, and didn't lie down again until he fell asleep again.

The next morning, Gong Xinuo suggested Yuan Jingkun not to go to work, but to rest at home for a day.

Yuan Jingkun felt much better than at night, and insisted on going to work. After all, the construction of the Folklore Exhibition Hall was in full swing, and it was inconvenient to ask for leave at critical moments.

Seeing that he looked good, Gong Xinuo didn't try to persuade him any more, but told him to call him if he felt unwell, and to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Throughout the day, Yuan Jingkun didn't feel any discomfort.

Apart from having no appetite for lunch, he seemed to have suffered from dizziness at the construction site, but he didn't pay attention to it, thinking it was the lack of oxygen in his brain caused by inhaling a lot of dust.

The lunch meal was not bad, but he couldn't whet his appetite, so he ate a few mouthfuls, which caused stomach acid. He quickly took a stomach medicine, and fell asleep for a while before regaining his energy.

In the evening, after the problem of poor appetite was relieved, the symptoms of cold appeared again.

Yuan Jingkun picked up a tissue and wiped it vigorously in front of his nose. Gong Xinuo happened to come over, saw him like this, and asked, "What's the matter? Are you catching a cold?"

"En." Yuan Jingkun answered him with a strong nasal voice.

"Did you drink the stomach medicine? Is your appetite still uncomfortable?" Gong Xinuo took out another tissue and handed it to him.

Yuan Jingkun shook his head: "Okay."

"Did you wear too little? It's windy and cool today." Gong Xinuo found out the cold medicine, poured out a pill, put it in his palm, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to him. "Drink the medicine, go to bed early."

"Okay." Yuan Jingkun put the small yellow pill into his mouth, took a big sip of water, raised his neck, and sent the medicine to his stomach.

Before going to bed, Gong Xinuo brought freshly squeezed orange juice, and the transparent glass was filled with orange liquid, pushed Yuan Jingkun who was confused, helped him to sit up, and put the glass on the table. To his mouth: "Come, drink before going to sleep."

Yuan Jingkun took a sip in this posture, the sour orange juice made him frown, but the taste was very good, and his appetite felt much better after drinking it.

"Is it a bit sour?" Gong Xinuo suddenly remembered that he forgot to add sugar.

"It's okay." Yuan Jingkun gulped down the orange juice, drank some water to rinse his mouth, and fell asleep again.

The cold medicine and orange juice successfully resisted the attack of the cold on Yuan Jingkun, and the stomach pain did not reoccur, and Yuan Jingkun's body and spirit returned to normal.

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