sliced ​​cheese

I don't know whether it was the cough medicine that Jiang Yunchuan cooked himself, or the cough medicine tablets prescribed by Dr. Zhang.

After about half a month, Zhuang Qiubai's cough finally got better.

It was a little earlier than he had imagined.

But it's also late autumn, and it's getting cooler day by day.

During this period, the system has never started a new throw, and the time has not started a new cycle.

Since Jiang Yunchuan showed a smiling face in the kitchen, he has returned to his original appearance, with an even more serious expression. He sits in the study every day to deal with work, busy from morning to night, and sees no one at all.

Zhuang Qiubai was wearing a light-colored cardigan sweater, sitting on the steps in the backyard.

The butler is squatting next to the flowerbed with a pair of white gloves to adjust the temperature of the crystals to ensure that the flowers and plants cultivated in the yard can bloom longer in winter.

Zhuang Qiubai flicked Jiang Yunchuan's emotion panel up and down, but his gaze remained on the eustoma not far away.He remembered that Jiang Yunchuan wanted to build a glass greenhouse there, but for some unknown reason, he gave up the idea.

All along, Zhuang Qiubai didn't understand Jiang Yunchuan, let alone guess what he was thinking.

Or he didn't deliberately want to know more about this person at all.After all, the relationship between them is limited to a paper contract, knowing each other's family background, and knowing each other's name is completely enough.

Zhuang Qiubai turned his attention to Jiang Yunchuan's emotional panel again, the excitement level had already risen to the highest point yesterday.

A few days ago, Zhuang Qiubai was still looking for the reason. Why did the throw last so long?Why is Jiang Yunchuan always unhappy.

Gradually he understood that Jiang Yunchuan was waiting for his illness to recover, for him to stop coughing, and for him to fully recover.

"Mr. Zhuang?" Steward Zhou came over after finishing his work. Seeing that he was a little absent-minded, he asked concerned: "Is there something wrong?"

Zhuang Qiubai shook his head, stood up and said: "I'm fine." Then asked: "Is Jiang Yunchuan still in the study?"

The housekeeper said: "The young master went out early this morning and said he has something to do."

Zhuang Qiubai was startled, and only then did he realize that Jiang Yunchuan had been with him at home for a long time.

Although I don't show up very much, I have been working from home during this time.

Before entering the treatment system, Dr. Zhang once told him that the system time is not synchronized with the time in real life. Even if Zhuang Qiubai spent a month in Jiang Yunchuan's world, there may only be more than ten minutes in real life.

But from the perspective of the patient, the time axis is normal. His brain tissue has reshaped this pathological space, subconsciously wanting to fill in some of the regrets left during this period.

So when he learned that Zhuang Qiubai was ill, he rushed back from Zhongzhou City immediately.

So he squeezed a little time out of his busy work to help him find folk remedies and cook sugar water for him, just hoping that he could stop his cough and recover soon.

Before that, Zhuang Qiubai had always wanted to find an opportunity to ask Jiang Yunchuan if he had different feelings for him.

But right now, I don't think I need to ask.

All his performances, all the emotions hidden in his heart, are all displayed on the treatment panel with the fluctuation of emotions.

Every beat is related to the three characters Zhuang Qiubai.If Zhuang Qiubai can't understand anymore, then his twenty years of life may have been in vain.

But Zhuang Qiubai still doesn't understand why Jiang Yunchuan likes him?In his view, feelings can only be rewarded if both parties pay.For example, if Jiang Yunchuan likes him, then he must have something to like.

In all fairness, since he and Jiang Yunchuan met, he has never given any other affection. During the time he lived in the Jiang family, he even regarded himself as a guest.

So much so that in the past five years, the relationship between the two people has been limited to occasional exchanges at the dinner table.

Looking at the panel, Zhuang Qiubai fell into doubt again. Is Jiang Yunchuan really in love with him for a long time?Or is there any other reason?

Zhuang Qiubai thinks he is pretty good, but he is not so good that people like Jiang Yunchuan have feelings for him for no reason.

He rubbed his temples, followed the butler around the living room, walked around to the front yard, and sat on the steps again.

Autumn in Dingfeng City is very short, and it passed in the blink of an eye. Because the flowers, plants and trees are all cultivated with crystals, the yard still looks like a spring.It's just that the wind is a bit cool, Zhuang Qiubai just wanted to go back to his room to put on some clothes, but found a few snowflakes on the green lawn.

The snow came a little suddenly, much like that year when he just recovered from his illness, Jiang Yunchuan came back from a business trip in Zhongzhou City on snow, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

A beautiful bouquet of eustomas with a lovely red rose in the centre.

He still remembers this incident, not only because Jiang Yunchuan was holding a bouquet of flowers with an unknown meaning on his face like an iceberg, but also because Jiang Yunchuan really lost his temper with him that time.

Speaking of it, I blame him for gossip, thinking that Jiang Yunchuan has someone he likes, so he asked him, "Who sent the flowers?"

"If our contract is inconvenient to continue, then we can use another method. Don't worry, I will definitely not affect your emotional life. If necessary, I can also personally explain the relationship between us. relationship." That day Jiang Yunchuan had not entered the door holding flowers, Zhuang Qiubai had just got off work with a computer in hand, the two happened to meet in the yard and chatted about this issue.

Of course, as usual, no matter what he said, Jiang Yunchuan did not reply.

Zhuang Qiubai naturally thought of the relationship between the two. If Jiang Yunchuan really has someone he likes, his identity is indeed very embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yunchuan frowned, and asked lightly: "Do you really want to dissolve my marriage?"

"Ah?" Zhuang Qiubai blinked: "I didn't mean that, but if there is a marriage relationship between us, it is very unfair to the person you like, so I think we still have to go through divorce procedures... ..”

"Divorce?" Jiang Yunchuan frowned even deeper, and said in a low voice, "Do you really want to divorce me?"

"How can we dissolve the relationship without a divorce? Even if there is no relationship between us, the person you like will definitely mind..."

Jiang Yunchuan frowned at him for a few seconds, walked past him suddenly, pushed open the door and walked into the living room, threw the bouquet of flowers into the trash can, and entered the study without looking back.

Before Zhuang Qiubai realized what it was for, Jiang Yunchuan came out of the study again, with a cold face, and picked up the flowers.