Double Lover [Entertainment]

The No. [-] Hospital in the city has a great reputation, and there are many people who see it.

Those who come and go are more or less plagued by illness.At this moment, Given suddenly felt a little strange. Are so many people sick?

She took the medicine and left the hospital.

The first reaction was to call Ginger Tea.

The microphone beeped a few times, and it was connected, but it was another woman's voice, strange and familiar.

Given's heart skipped a beat, and the headache started again. Just as he was thinking about something, he heard the woman say, "Hello, Mr. Ji, Ms. Jiang is filming, what can I tell you?"

Well.

Filming.

She stabilized her mind and said, "It's nothing."

Then hung up.

The exterior wall of the hospital has been refurbished, with big red stripes and dark green reflective glass, ignoring the big characters on the top. It doesn't look like a hospital, but like a shopping mall.

After such a stubble, I thought it was wrong.

How could ginger tea find someone else?

She was pinching the medical records in a mocking manner, and holding a bag of prescription drugs in the other hand, and she felt at ease.

With only a coat slightly wrapped around him, he glanced sideways through the gaps in his curly hair, waiting for the driver to pick him up.

Given has never suffered from any serious illness since he was a child. It is nothing more than that he is prone to catch a cold during the season change. He coughed for a week and he recovered.She felt that her body was still fine, and she felt that it didn't matter.In this "it doesn't matter", there seems to be a bit of self-deception and luck, but it makes people feel at ease.

Take medicine, maybe it will be fine in a week.

After seeing the doctor, Given went directly to the company.

Dealing with work, one morning passed, and one afternoon passed.

Nothing happens.

There was a meeting in the evening, and a table of people surrounded her. Givenchy was as calm as usual, but he was a little apprehensive.These gathered eyes seemed to be eating people, and when she fell down, these people would turn into ferocious beasts, pounce on them, and devour the corpse hungry.

Halfway through the meeting, I suddenly started to have a headache again.

She had no choice but to cover her forehead, frowning, looking disgusted.

A circle of people sat at Dahong's conference table, all looking at her in surprise.

"President Ji?"

Given came back to his senses, then stood up: "Let's do that for today."

This headache was like a headache, it came unexpectedly.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death are all experienced by everyone, and no one can escape.

With some luck, maybe the day when I leave will be very peaceful, without feeling or pain, and when I close my eyes, I will lose consciousness.The unlucky ones are that in the last days of the world, they will be tortured by illness, life would be worse than death, and their faces will be completely changed.

Given had seen his grandmother die.

The old man has poor resistance, super bacteria infection, less and less platelets, several diseases superimposed, and abscesses all over his body, bleeding continuously.On the day I left, the last drop of blood was drained from my body, and I didn't even finish talking.

What was it like when she died?

Will it be so ugly?

Given was a little worried, but only for a moment.

After all, even if it was ugly, who would see it? Maybe when she died, there would be no one to send her to the end.

She stood at the door of the company, gathered up her coat, and waited for the driver to pick her up.

I can't get up all day.

In the evening, after taking a shower with ginger tea, she curled up on the bed and prepared to sleep.

She was still wearing the pajamas with a doll collar, which was soft and cotton, and her long hair hung down like satin.Ginger tea was originally born delicate and beautiful, leaving a side face like this, with snow-skinned red lips, slender and curly eyelashes drooping, obedient and quiet.

When they were very close in the past, Given was hugging her to sleep, it felt like hugging a doll, with a warm and reassuring feeling in childhood.

Given suddenly longed.

want to get closer.

Look for some kind of illusion of tenderness.

She walked lightly, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Can I sleep on the bed?"

Jiang Cha turned his face away in surprise.

Then I saw the longing in Givenchy's eyes.

Her long eyelashes fell, her cheeks were a little hot, and she pushed her: "No."

Just pushed her shoulder lightly, for some reason, Givenchy actually swayed, leaning on the edge of the bed, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were blank.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Jiang Cha felt weird looking at it, but he didn't know what was wrong with her.

"It's too cold at night recently," Given came back to his senses, and smiled slightly: "I seem to have a cold, and my head hurts."

Jiang Cha didn't know whether what she said was true or not, so she habitually leaned over her, and put her palm against her forehead to feel it.

Given was slightly startled, he looked at her without blinking, and a certain emotion flashed in his eyes.

After all, her hand is not a thermometer, so close to it, except for feeling a little inexplicably nervous, she didn't try anything out.

Jiang Cha wanted to move her hand away, but Given immediately held her down. She looked over without blinking, it was dark and bright.

"Measure for a while." She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"No fever."

Jiang Cha withdrew her hand and said angrily, "I don't cough or have a fever, so why did I catch a cold?" She poked her toes out from under the quilt as if she was ashamed and annoyed, and kicked Givenchy: "Go to sleep."

Given's expression was gloomy for a moment, and he didn't make a sound. After a while, before Jiang Cha ordered again, he actually climbed down obediently.

She pinched a corner of the thin quilt on the sofa, spread it out and shook, then suddenly stopped.

The figure is a little stiff.

Jiang Cha kept looking at her from the corner of her eye. She didn't know if it was an illusion at this moment, but she was inexplicably apprehensive and flustered.

"you......"

Jiang Cha hesitated for a moment, her slender eyelashes trembling: "Is it really uncomfortable?"

Given paused for a moment, then turned around: "It was windy last night, blowing your head, and the headache is real."

Jiang Cha didn't speak, and couldn't guess whether what she said was true or not. She reached out and pressed the switch on the bedside, and closed her eyes distractedly in the dark.

Fell asleep in a daze.

It's very quiet at night, but there are always some wild cats in the community, screaming one after another, which is a bit scary.Between half-dream and half-awake, Jiang Cha suddenly trembled and woke up for some reason, and then found light leaking from the crack of the bedroom door, the sound of water coming from outside, and faint...

Cough sound.

Accompanied by retching.

really cold?

She sat up, turned on the light, and was about to get out of bed when the bedroom door opened.

Given was wearing pajamas, with messy curly hair, and a dull face with no expression.

Given seemed to have just realized that she was looking at him, he turned his face and explained:

"Woke up coughing in the middle of the night."

Jiang Cha sighed softly, stared at her quietly, for a moment, retracted into the quilt, turned over, turned her back to her, and said, "Put the quilt up."

There was no movement behind him, and after a long time, there was a chuckle:

"I knew you were reluctant."

This night was the first time the two of them slept in the same bed for so long.

Although through the quilt, I can always feel the warmth of the other person's body, but my heart is at ease.

The next morning, the two woke up almost at the same time.Given sat on the bed for a while, suddenly thought of something, paused, and said softly: "Do me a favor, please?"

"what?"

Given didn't say much, after breakfast he asked the driver to drive and took her to his house.

After entering the door, he went straight to his study.

The study room is extremely spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, and a wide view outside. It is a shimmering lake. It is evening, and the fine light shines like gold powder.

Given pointed to the bookcase on the entire wall, and said slowly: "Read these books."

"why?"

Jiang Cha's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little strange for no reason.

Given smiled slightly: "After the divorce, half of the shares will be distributed to you, so you have to learn how to take care of it."

"..."

"We all study the same major, you should be able to read these books."

Given actually began to plan things after the divorce.

Jiang Cha was slightly taken aback, but felt a little uncomfortable.

The lights in the study were not turned on, only the setting sun shone in from outside, casting slanting shadows inside.There are three pairs of brown suede sofas on the clean white floor, a taupe coffee table, and a desk on the left corner.

Given didn't say anything, he seemed to be tired again, and sat on the sofa with his knees propped up, his chin propped up, leaving behind a back view with messy long hair.

Jiang Cha raised her eyes and glanced at her bookcase. Professional books accounted for more than half, and the rest were some English original books. In front of her was an Upheaval by Jared Diamond, an Ideal Chinese translation, and a few reading books. Journals with unknown names, and a few philosophy books.

With fair fingers, he took out a book, flipped through it casually, and saw Givenchy's sharp handwriting.

Then turn around.

At some point, Given time also turned slightly sideways, looking at her quietly.

The setting sun slanted on her face, the light and shadow were distinct, the three-dimensional and elegant outline of the facial features, only a pair of eyes, the expression was hard to distinguish, she didn't know what she was thinking, she was a little lost in thought.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-0818:00:21~2020-05-1000:43:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Anzhi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 3 professional passing by;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: zy30 bottles; wooden k1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!