perfect life

Regarding the news from Zhang Ping's investigation, Chen Qiran did not directly ask He Zihan.

The bright smiling faces of He Zihan and the woman named Bai Xiao in the photo were a bit glaring, but it wasn't enough to conclude that there was something between them based on just a few photos.

Chen Qiran knew that now that he said that the wind was rain, he was a frightened bird at all, and if He Zihan was a little disturbed, he would think that he was going to leave him.Unknowingly, the uneasiness in his heart had grown to such an extent, which made Chen Qiran helpless and at the same time made him even more afraid that He Zihan would leave him one day in the future.

The days are still going on quietly. He Zihan was promoted from the most basic office clerk to the deputy manager level because of his outstanding performance in the company. While Chen Qiran was happy for him, the worries in his heart also expanded with his promotion. .He Zihan had more entertainment than before. Although he was a member of the planning and design department, compared with the sales department, he had less entertainment, but Chen Qiran was still a little dissatisfied.

Because it is a European and American company, it pays more attention to the emotional connection between colleagues than traditional domestic companies.After get off work, it is normal for everyone to go somewhere to have dinner or drink together.

Although Chen Qiran's own company often has similar things, but because he is the president, and he usually rushes home to cook for He Zihan immediately after work every day, no one in the company who knows him will ask him to go for a drink together—some of them don't. If you dare to invite the president, some don't have the guts to disturb his alone time with his lover.

The employees of the Chen family did not expect that their president would cook for others after returning home. Even if they knew that the president's love was a male insider, they would think that his lover must have prepared it at home. The meal is waiting for the President to come home for dinner.No one would have imagined that Chen Qiran, the dignified president of the Chen family, who inherited such a large enterprise at the age of 23, would be so lonely that he would often eat the food on this table alone, and would not move until the food was completely cold. Chopsticks.

As for what happened to the food, it was usually thrown into the trash before the other owner of the house came home, or it was taken out and disposed of.Although sometimes He Zihan would inform Chen Qiran not to go home for dinner at noon, but Chen Qiran always forgot easily.

Over the years, preparing three meals a day for He Zihan in the apartment they shared has become an inseparable part of Chen Qiran's life.This habit is engraved in his blood and cannot be separated.

Chen Qiran is also very clear that the promotion is an affirmation of He Zihan's working ability.With the continuous overtime work that came with the promotion, He Zihan often didn't eat at home for four nights on five working days a week. This situation made Chen Qiran a little overwhelmed.

Alone facing the huge dining room, He Zihan's favorite food was placed on the table, while Chen Qiran had no appetite for the cold food.Since the head injury, he has lost interest in many things, and his sense of taste and smell has also declined.At first I thought it was only temporary, but I didn't expect that after so long, it still hasn't recovered to the previous level.

My head always hurts when I think about He Zihan.It is not the same as the previous migraine, it is a kind of pain where the nerves are suppressed.

When the old lady of the Chen family conducted various memory tests on Chen Qiran, in order to create the illusion that he had completely forgotten He Zihan, Chen Qiran had to disrupt some memory fragments and bridges, and recombine them into Memories that I don't even recognize.After the doctor and other testers left, he had to quickly rely on his memory, which was not as good as before, to restore the memory that was disrupted by himself to its original state.

Chen Qiran was always worried that the meeting between himself and He Zihan would become unrecognizable because of these endless tests, and the weakness caused by excessive blood loss had not improved for a long time.What's worse is that the use of the mind is not as good as before.The X-ray taken at that time showed that the blood clot in the brain had gone down, and the nerves in the brain were normal except for the part that died due to insufficient blood transfusion.

Medically, Chen Qiran's frequent headaches can't be explained. Under the condition of constant surveillance, he can't tell the doctor that he is dismantling and reassembling the past memories every day.

On the last brain scan, the blood clot in the brain was swollen again, threatening to overwhelm the nerves.However, at that time Chen Qiran was in a hurry to return to China to start his own plan, so he paid the doctor off with a lot of money, telling him to hide this matter.When he remembered that he was going to have a detailed brain examination, he was overwhelmed by many things after returning to China.

Chen Qiran just lay down on the dining table that he had polished as bright as new, the cold touch from the glass tabletop reminded him that he couldn't just lie down and sleep like this, but he had no extra strength to stand up and go back to the bedroom because of a splitting headache. up.

He Zihan didn't go to the dinner party organized by the company at the same time that day, nor did he agree to drink.Some time ago, because I just joined the company, in order to get in touch with my colleagues, He Zihan usually tried to participate in any activities—he wanted to perform better in this new group, and wanted to make more friends here.

It's not like He Zihan didn't notice that Chen Qiran was neglected because of his busy work and entertainment outside of work.He wanted to tell Chen Qiran more than once that these were all temporary, after he had been busy for a while, and when he had truly integrated into the group, he would not have to go to dinner with them every day to communicate.

But every day when I come home and see Chen Qiran smiling gently at me, or urging me to take a bath, my heart is filled with that warm feeling, and I always forget what I must say before.While He Zihan was annoyed about his bad memory, he was always grateful to Chen Qiran for understanding him.

On the way home, he saw fresh grapefruits for sale, remembering that Chen Qiran liked them very much, so He Zihan bought two at the fruit shop.When I approached the gate of the community, I found that there was a seller of sugar-fried chestnuts. Aren’t chestnuts only available during the Mid-Autumn Festival?Or is it sold all year round?He was always unclear about the season of things, He Zihan shook his head and smiled helplessly.In the end, I couldn't stand the temptation of the fragrance, so I went to a small vendor to buy a catty.

Holding the briefcase in his right hand, grapefruit and chestnuts in his left and right, he thought that Chen Qiran would be surprised when he saw that he bought something and went back. The two of them have been together for so long, and Chen Qiran has always been taking care of life alone. He has always been in a state of passively accepting his care.

The last time the two lived together with peace of mind was more than four years ago when I was in high school. At that time, I didn't have any source of income, and I always spent money sparingly, let alone actively buying something for Chen Qiran.It is not easy to get a job now, and I have been promoted to the position of manager, and my salary is more than [-]. With the money I earned from college, I can finally spend the money I earned freely.

After realizing that he already had a fixed financial source, He Zihan secretly made up his mind that he must bring more food to Chen Qiran in the future.I don't know much about daily necessities, so food shouldn't be a problem.

Although it was a very ordinary day, He Zihan just wanted to sing while walking for some reason.

I always thought that I was a music idiot before, and singing would definitely be tone-deaf and extremely unpleasant.The last time I was forced to sing a song, I realized that my singing was still good. I never told Chen Qiran the good news.Thinking of going to tell him about such a thing, He Zihan felt shy again.

As far as I can recall, the number of times the two of them went out to play can be counted on the fingers of the fingers.Although it is no longer the age to be playful, it will still be boring to stay at home all the time.How about going to sing with Chen Qiran someday? It's not bad, it seems like I've never heard him sing.He Zihan thought so, and opened the door.

The room was pitch black except for the floor lamp in the corner of the dining room that was turned on.If Chen Qiran hadn't been waiting for him to come back at home recently, He Zihan would almost have thought that there was no one at home.

Putting the briefcase on the sofa, He Zihan walked quickly to the dining room, fearing that Chen Qiran would not be able to bear the too strong light at once, so he only turned on the wall lamp.Seeing the person lying asleep on the dining table, my heart sank for some reason.When did he get so skinny?The cheeks are a little sunken in...

Recently, I only focus on work every day, do I care too much about Chen Qiran?

Seeing that Chen Qiran was still frowning when he fell asleep, he knew that he had been waiting for him for a long time.He Zihan didn't know what made him uncomfortable in Chen Qiran's dream.It's been a long time since two people had a good talk together.

Too busy with work and too many things to do, I was already sleepy after taking a shower at home.Although he often lay on the bed and hugged Chen Qiran and talked for a while, but he often fell asleep while talking, and he didn't know how Chen Qiran viewed his busy working state.

Gently caressing Chen Qiran's brows with his fingers, wanting to smooth it out, wanting him to be flat all the time.

Since working, I can see him at home every day when I come home, although I knew before that he didn't like to participate in those social activities, but now I really work. It can be said that the time for socializing and socializing is pitifully small.

Is it because you put off all those things in order to spend more time with yourself?

Thinking of this, He Zihan couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Now that I am only focusing on work, I really ignore Chen Qiran's feelings too much.However, this person didn't complain a word, and he still made delicious bento for himself every day.Sometimes if he doesn't come back for dinner, he will also prepare supper and wait for him to go home.This feeling of someone waiting is really good, but I have always ignored the mood of that person while waiting.

I have also experienced the unspeakable discomfort when I was waiting for him before, and I have personally experienced it.

When he was waiting for himself at home, he was very lonely, right?

When his eyes shifted to the dining table, He Zihan suddenly realized that there were no rice bowls or chopsticks on the dining table except for the prepared dishes, and those dishes seemed untouched at first glance.

But didn't you already tell him that you won't come back for dinner tonight?Why do you still cook so many dishes?Or does he have no appetite to eat because he is not at home?A series of questions emerged in He Zihan's mind, and he urgently needed to find the answer.

"Chen Qiran? Wake up."

"Hmm...Zihan?" Chen Qiran didn't sleep very deeply at first, but after being pushed by him, he soon woke up.

"Why did you fall asleep here? Have you eaten dinner yet?" He Zihan said as he remembered that he still had grapefruit and chestnuts in his hands, and hurriedly put them on the dining table, before Chen Qiran could answer, he said directly, "Have your eyes adapted to the light? I turned on the headlights."

"Well, you can drive." Chen Qiran rubbed his eyes, and he was completely awake.

"Why don't you eat? I bought grapefruit and chestnuts, and I wanted to have it with you as a midnight snack. I'll go get some hot soup and rice, let's finish the meal together."

"okay."

He Zihan was very surprised that Chen Qiran rarely asked for hot rice or hot soup.It wasn't because he asked him to help in the kitchen, but because of Chen Qiran's confused and uncomfortable face, it seemed that he was not feeling well - that person would only let himself go to the kitchen when his mind was not clear. Are you doing kitchen work?

He Zihan quickly heated up the rice and soup, and quickly returned to the restaurant.Seeing that Chen Qiran was more energetic than before, he said with a smile: "Drink a bowl of soup to warm your stomach first, how long have you been lying here?"

"Can not remember……"

"It's okay, let's talk later, I'll serve the meal."