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Cheng Suran was amused by Jiang Yu, blushing and said, "You talk sweetly when you're sick."

Jiang Yu's eyebrows were gentle: "It's serious."

I missed the meeting at the age of 32, and missed it again at the age of [-]. Now fate favors her and let each other return to each other. This time, no matter what, I will never miss it again.

"I know..." Cheng Suran blinked, "You are also my blessing."

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open slowly.

The two turned their heads at the same time.

Pei Chutong came in with big bags and small bags, followed by Ruan Mu, who also had big bags and small bags behind him. When he saw Jiang Yu, he frowned, put down his things and walked over quickly, "Ke Ke..."

"How are you? Why didn't you tell me about such a big event?"

Ruan Mu silently put the big and small bags away behind her.

"It's okay, a minor injury," Jiang Yu said with a smile, pulled the corner of the quilt to leave a place beside the bed, and motioned her to sit, "I was discharged from the hospital after a few days of care, and I don't want you to worry about me."

"Anyone who needs to be hospitalized is not considered a minor injury."

"Well, if you say it doesn't count, it doesn't count."

"hiss--"

Pei Chutong sneered, sat down, turned his eyes, and Cheng Suran greeted at the right time: "Sister Tongtong."

"Of course it's been hard work. It's very tiring to stay in bed day and night. Do you want to hire a nurse? I know a reliable person here..."

"I'm worried." Cheng Suran shook his head slightly, and gave Jiang Yu a worried look.

Jiang Yu also looked at her with distressed eyes.

Pei Chutong coughed lightly, and smiled with her lips pursed. Suddenly she remembered something and motioned Ruan Mu to bring her the phone, "By the way, Keke, let me show you a joke."

"What?" The two people looked over with expressive eyes.

On the phone screen is Bai Lu's Weibo.

A few Weibo posts with no comments, no likes, and no retweet button: [Does anyone else not know that Jiang Yu is gay? ]

[Jiang Yu specializes in taking care of young sisters!Love playing hentai games!My private life is chaotic! ]

The sending time was the day before Jiang Yu was stabbed.

Cheng Suran gasped, her heart hung up, but she soon realized that something was wrong, these Weibo posts seemed to be set to be visible to her, and no one interacted with them.

Jiang Yu also found out, "Is her Weibo restricted?"

"It's shielding," Pei Chutong smiled, "Only designated insiders can see it."

"??"

"Since she betrayed you, I've been staring at her. Given how crazy she is, she will shake up these things sooner or later. As I expected... Except for Weibo, other social platforms are the same. Believe it or not, there are Rumors are never good."

Jiang Yu stared at the text for a long while, then sneered, then patted Pei Chutong's hand, and said sincerely: "Tongtong, thank you, without you, I might have been drowned in saliva."

"Why do you want to thank me?" Pei Chutong scolded, putting away her phone.

She looked at Cheng Suran, then at Jiang Yu, and smiled knowingly, "You must be well. During this period of time, concentrate on recuperating, and I will take care of everything that happens, so don't worry."

Jiang Yu held Cheng Suran's hand tightly.

The two smiled at each other.

……

After spending more than half a month in the hospital, the stitches were removed from Jiang Yu's abdominal wound, and he was finally able to go home to recuperate.It's summer now, and the temperature is getting higher and higher.

Cheng Suran suspended his personal work arrangements, and only went to the company for three or four hours in the afternoon every day, and spent the rest of the time at home with Jiang Yu, researching recipes in different ways, and making recuperation meals for her.

The auntie nanny hasn't cooked for a long time, and "reduced" to cleaning the house.

Throughout the summer, from the moment Bai Lu was caught and began to serve his sentence, from the sound of cicadas to the fragrance of golden osmanthus, under Cheng Suran's meticulous care, Jiang Yu's wounds recovered very well, and he also gained ten catties.

The wound left a pale pink scar.

She can no longer wear crop tops.

One morning, Jiang Yu stood on the weighing scale, looked at the figure breaking through 57 kg, and muttered to himself: "I must lose weight..."

"No less."

A pair of slender arms hugged her from behind.

Cheng Suran pressed her whole body up, rubbed her face against her ears, and drooped her eyelids, "I managed to fatten you up a bit, so soft and comfortable to hold you to sleep at night."

Just woke up, the voice is waxy, low and lazy.

"Of course..." Jiang Yu was startled, tilted his head to touch her face, and grabbed two hands around his waist.

"It would be good to lose two kilograms. I don't have a high body fat percentage, and it's still the same as before when I resume fitness."

Cheng Suran didn't speak.

She knew what Jiang Yu was thinking. With a height of nearly 1.8 meters and a broad frame, if he was a little fatter, he would look burly. For Jiang Yu, who has been in the fashion industry for 20 years, this is unacceptable.

"Of course?" Jiang Yu patted her hand lightly, "Fell asleep standing up?"

Cheng Suran whispered, "Only two kilograms."

"it is good."

"One or two more, lie down once."

"..."

Jiang Yu clenched the hands around his waist, his throat was inexplicably dry.

She has been lying down three times in the past two days.

"Of course, people can't be too greedy."

"I know, so I'll say it once, not twice. But... if you want to double, I don't mind working hard." Cheng Suran walked around her like a entangled water snake, raised his hands, and hugged her Hold her neck.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, looked at the person in his arms calmly, suddenly picked her up, turned around, and pushed her to sit on the desk next to him.

Cheng Suran only felt his feet slightly off the ground, and exclaimed: "Hey..."

"What did you just say?" Jiang Yu leaned into her ear and asked.

Gentle lips brushed against the ears and breathed in, Cheng Suran couldn't help trembling, a whimper came out of his throat, "I didn't say anything."

"is it?"

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Yu leaned back slightly, his scrutinizing eyes swept over her body, with a malicious smile.

Cheng Suran was looked at with hairs all over, secretly thought that tonight was going to be miserable, and was thinking how to beg for mercy, but Jiang Yu let her go, turned and went to the bathroom.

"?"

"Jiang Keke?"

There was the sound of water in front of the sink, followed by the hum of an electric toothbrush.

Cheng Suran followed in.

Jiang Yu washed his face and brushed his teeth seriously, and then took out a brand-new set of skin care products. Like a sacred ceremony, he solemnly and gracefully started several "processes" of bottles and jars.

"It's such a hassle to wipe so much." Cheng Suran was making trouble, poking her face with his index finger, still teasing her.

Jiang Yu was not disturbed at all, and said seriously in the mirror: "When you are middle-aged, you must take good care of yourself. You are already so much older than someone, in case you look old and get rejected..." She tried her best to hold back her laughter.

Cheng Suran took it seriously, the smile in his eyes gradually faded, and his expression became serious.She suddenly squeezed in front of Jiang Yu, blocking the mirror, "Sister..."

"Ok?"

"I never thought you were old. I didn't before, I haven't now, and I won't in the future. Don't think so, okay?"

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, and wanted to tease her, pointing to his eyes and said seriously: "Look, they are all wrinkled."

"I can't see, I can't see—" Cheng Suran shook his head like a rattle.

She cupped Jiang Yu's face and kissed it, "When you are in your 90s, I will be in your 80s too. They are both gray-haired old women. No one is older than the other. They hate each other?"

She wants to accompany her until the year of the back.

walk forever.

"Hahaha, I was just joking with you." Jiang Yu couldn't bear to tease her anymore, "Did Grandma Cheng go for a walk today?"

Cheng Suran: "..."

A cell phone rang from the bedroom.

"I'll answer the phone." Jiang Yu let go of his hand, turned around and slipped away.

The assistant said that the front desk of the company received a call from an unknown person. The man who dialed the number claimed to be Jiang Yu's younger brother, saying that Jiang Yu's mother had passed away and asked her to go back to attend the funeral.The front desk pretended to be insane and reported the matter to the higher authorities.

After Jiang Yu listened expressionlessly, he hummed lightly, "Don't pay attention to him."

After speaking, hang up the phone.

Back in the bathroom, Cheng Suran was brushing his teeth, squinted at her, snorted softly, and ignored her.

Angry.

"Of course?" Jiang Yu hugged her.

Cheng Suran struggled a bit, stretched out his hand to push the person away, "No, no (don't touch me)..."

puff.

"It seems that there is no need to give way tonight." Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows and walked away tactfully.

Cheng Suran quickly pulled her back.

Jiang Yu chuckled twice, took advantage of the opportunity to go around to the back, wrapped Cheng Suran in his arms, and quietly watched her brushing her teeth in the mirror.

It is the taste of home that has been imagined countless times.

Every day when I wake up, my lover is by my side. They will say good morning to each other, and they will wake up after a while in bed. They even want to hug each other when they wash up. There are so many things that two people can do...

Cheng Suran stopped struggling and leaned against her softly, squinting his eyes comfortably.

……

Not going out this morning.

Jiang Yu was going to clean up the warehouse at home.She has specially opened up an area in the northwest corner of the house as a warehouse, where there are a lot of messy and unused things, most of which are gifts from others, and the ones she likes are kept, and the ones she doesn't like are given away.

The warehouse is cleaned twice a year, and the items are cleaned once a year. She does it herself every time.

Now it's time to clear the stock again.

Cheng Suran was afraid that she would be too tired to do it alone, so he offered to help.

The two were wearing aprons and hoods, with a broom in their left hand and a rag in their right. One was sweeping the floor and the other was dusting.

"Of course, is there anything you like? Pick whatever you want."

"what?"

"Now they are yours too." Jiang Yu smiled and turned around as he said, bending down to carry the full water basin.

Cheng Suran rushed over, "I'll do it, be careful."

She quickly picked up the basin and walked out steadily.

"..." Jiang Yu turned his hands behind his back and pressed his waist.

Does she have a bad waist?

Feeling vaguely that these words had other meanings, and as if she was thinking too much, she shook her head to herself, squatted down, opened the big cardboard box, and took out the contents one by one.

Some things have been placed for a long time, covered with a thick layer of dust, even Jiang Yu himself doesn't remember what it is.

For example, the beautifully packaged rectangular box in front of you.

The moment she opened it, her expression froze.

It was a pair of glossy red-soled black leather high-heeled shoes—a gift from Qi Yan for her 26th birthday.

She still keeps it?

Jiang Yu looked at the shoes in a daze.

There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, Cheng Suran came back with a basin filled with clean water and put it beside her.Jiang Yu suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly stuffed the shoes back into the box, and was about to throw them into the clearance pile when he got up.

But it's too late.

"These shoes are beautiful!" Cheng Suran grabbed her.

"Did you wear it? Throw it away when it's so new?"

As she spoke, she removed the half-covered paper box, reached out to take out the shoes, glanced around, and found that there was a card underneath, so she picked it up and looked at it.

[Happy birthday baby. ]

--Word

"..."

Word?

Qi Yan?

She called her "Baby"...

Cheng Suran stared fixedly at the word "baby".

Jiang Yu followed her gaze.

"This..." Cheng Suran raised his head in a daze, and he clearly confirmed it in his heart, but he still asked, "Is it Qi Yan?"

Jiang Yu's face was a little ugly.

She doesn't remember the existence of such a card at all, and she doesn't remember how these shoes have been kept until now... She tried her best to recall, probably every time she cleared the warehouse, she thought it was really beautiful, and she couldn't bear to throw it away, and she couldn't bear to put it on. , it has been placed in the warehouse.

Black patent leather, noble and mysterious, red sole, sexy and flamboyant.

"Um……"

Jiang Yu nodded stiffly, took the shoes and the card from her hand, and put them back into the cardboard box, "I used to think it was pretty, but I kept it in the warehouse for a long time, and I don't remember it well... Anyway, I don't know I haven't worn it, so throw it away."

"Oh, good." Cheng Suran nodded slightly, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.

She turned around and squatted down to wash the rag.