Promised period

Finally got into the car, Song Ke remained silent half guilty and half helplessly.

During the Lantern Festival, thousands of houses in Linjiang were lit up, and the traffic was so congested that Audi wanted to stop every meter he walked to catch his breath.I don't know if the orange wind warning is accurate or not. It's already seven or eight o'clock, and there is no sign of wind.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Chen Jue glanced at him with a half-smile: "Okay, look at what you're afraid of. That Maybach has been repaired, and I didn't come to see you today because of the car."

What is that for?

But Song Ke was not stupid, he didn't ask.He turned his head out of the window, watching the busy traffic outside silently, until he saw Chen Jue's face through the window, and then he turned around silently.

Chen Jue was looking at him in the rearview mirror, but he didn't speak for some reason.Song Ke felt bewildered, so she looked at him for a while, the corners of her mouth were tense, but her eyeballs moved accordingly.

A few seconds later, Chen Jue laughed: "I was always unhappy seeing you in the past, but today is different. What's the good thing?"

Song Ke quickly withdrew her gaze: "There's nothing good about it, it's just that we got a few big clients, and the company's year-end bonuses are finally settled."

"I guessed, you must be because of money." He teased.

Song Ke couldn't help retorting: "People who lack money are of course happy because of money, and worry because of money. If I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth like Mr. Chen, I guess I will be happy every day."

Chen Jue raised his eyebrows: "I didn't realize you were so sharp-tongued before."

"It's not too late to find out now." He was annoyed, "So if Mr. Chen came to me for the cost of car repairs, then you should stop as soon as possible and let me go down. You must know that sharp-tongued people belong to the rooster. It's nothing."

Chen Jue laughed heartily, and the sound of chest resonance echoed in the carriage, which made Song Ke's heart tremble.After a long while, he gradually stopped, staring at the congested road in front of him, and said, "I told you it's not because of the cars. I want to invite you to my house for dinner, and talk about injecting capital into your company by the way."

Song Ke was taken aback: "Injection?"

"Ah."

Saying these two words from his mouth is as calm as talking about the weather.

"I want to invest part of the trust fund in your company. I can trust your character and ability, and you will be a family in the future. It is the same to invest early and late. But this is my personal behavior. For the time being, there is no need to tell Chen Nian."

In fact, after all, he couldn't even name the company, obviously not because he trusted Song Ke's ability.

Song Ke was silent for a while, then turned her head to look at him: "Perhaps Mr. Chen misunderstood, Ruiyan is operating fairly well now, and we don't accept all investments."

Chen Jue snorted, and asked with interest: "Then what kind of investment are you willing to accept?"

“Those who are like-minded and understand what we are doing.”

Chen Jue smiled noncommittally, and finally did not explain why he suddenly wanted to inject capital.After a while, he suddenly asked, "Can you cook?"

Song Ke choked.

"Looks like not," he asserted.

so what?Don't you hear that the gentleman is far away from the kitchen?

In the end, I went to the supermarket.

Song Ke asked him why he came here, and he pushed the cart, saying indifferently: "Aunt Gu hasn't come back from the holiday, and there isn't even a potato at home, and Chen Nian can't make it."

Song Ke was helpless: "I can't do it either."

"I can."

you?

Song Ke couldn't bear to expose him, so she had to pretend that she didn't know anything.It is almost closing time, and the supermarket has released many packaged specials.Chen Jue seemed to find it very novel, and followed the aunt in front of him to pick up several bags and put them in the car, making Song Ke want to stop him from behind: "Mr. A bag of potatoes weighs five catties, and if you don’t eat them all, they will germinate.”

Chen Jue stopped and raised his eyebrows to stare at him.

After Song Ke sighed, she went to put the extra dishes back on the shelf one by one, and picked out a few simple and easy-to-make dishes to put in the cart.The suit he was wearing today was not expensive, but it was cut to fit his figure very well. When he bent over, his back was arched like that, and his shoulders and neck would show a gentle arc.And because of the slight dissatisfaction, the jaw line was slightly tensed, the lips were pursed, and the eyes were focused on the price tags on the vegetables.

Looking at it, Chen Jue lost his mind for a moment.

"Are these enough?" He turned around after choosing the dishes, but he didn't expect that Chen Jue was staring at him, and he was stunned.

Chen Jue was also silent for a moment, until the cart was bumped from the side before regaining his senses, his brows flattened hesitantly.

Walking closer, Song Ke silently put down a cabbage.Before he straightened his back, he heard Chen Jue's voice from above: "I saw Wei Zihao again yesterday."

Wei Zihao?Who is that.

He was at a loss, until Chen Jue reminded: "You saw him while drinking." Finally he woke up.

It was the young man surnamed Wei. He was the only one among the people present that day who said he looked familiar, and asked if they had met before.

"He said he was sure he'd seen you before, and with me."

Song Ke's eyes fell on the roller marks on the floor, and she held the cart tightly with both hands: "Really? I have no impression."

"Really?" Chen Jue stared at it closely.

He squeezed out an ugly smile: "If I've met him earlier in the morning, why would I pretend not to know him?"

The lights in the supermarket are warm and bright, illuminating everything to hide and hide.Chen Jue stared at him suspiciously, and didn't say a word for a long time, until Song Ke's palms were sweating before asking: "I don't know him, so do you know me? We were friends before?"

The purpose of this meeting today, these seemingly sudden good intentions, finally became clear because of this question.

Song Ke was silent for a while, then shook her head, her five fingers turned white from lack of blood due to exertion: "I am not qualified to be Mr. Chen's friend."

Chen Jue frowned bit by bit again: "I don't want to force you to say something, but I'm always familiar with you in my heart, every time I'm with you, I feel—"

feel at ease.

Before he could say anything, Song Ke hurriedly interrupted: "Mr. Chen really misunderstood, even if you force me, I can't say anything, because we didn't know each other before."

The most common music was playing around, and the environment was too noisy, but the two of them didn't speak for a long time.Maybe there will be chances in the future, or maybe this is the last time the two of them go to the supermarket together, Song Ke can't be sure.He could only stand there quietly, letting Chen Jue's slightly angry gaze sweep over his body, and let the good atmosphere just disappear.

When he spoke again, Chen Jue's voice had already dropped: "They even said they didn't know me..."

Song Ke raised her lips and wanted to say something to him, but he waved his hands expressionlessly: "If you don't know me, don't bother to perfuse me."

At that moment, Song Ke almost felt that Chen Jue understood everything, even though he didn't remember anything, but he understood everything.He understands that he has been deceived by the people closest to him, and he understands that he is living in a white lie. He understands everything, but there is no way to expose it.

Such a bad atmosphere continued until I got out of the car.

There was no one in the villa, Chen Jue walked upstairs while taking off his coat, his face was very ugly.Song Ke had no choice but to take all the things she bought to the kitchen and put them in the right place by category.

It was deserted all around, the forecasted cold wave was long overdue, and the strong wind rattled the glass windows.

When Chen Jue came down, Song Ke was cutting red stalks.

He changed into casual clothes, stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at Song Ke nonchalantly: "Don't worry about it, I'll send someone to bring some food from the hotel."

Song Ke paused with her right hand, but her eyes were still looking at the chopping board, and she only shook her head slightly: "It's okay, I'll finish it soon, cooking tomato and egg noodles will be very fast."

"I told you not to do it." Chen Jue's tone suddenly became serious, but Song Ke turned a deaf ear to it, and still cut her own, with a dull and sluggish sound on the cutting board.

Chen Jue watched from the side for a while, then suddenly walked over and stopped him violently: "I told you not to mess with it, don't you understand?"

His action came too suddenly and urgently, Song Ke couldn't react immediately.As soon as their arms touched, the sharp knife cut them obliquely, and blood gushed out from their fingertips.

"hiss--"

Song Ke retracted her fingers in pain.

Chen Jue obviously didn't expect him to be injured. Seeing the bright red blood dripping onto the chopping board one after another, he frowned tightly: "How is it? Let me see."

Song Ke backed away almost like a conditioned reflex, backed up to the edge of the pool and hid her hands behind her back, clenching her teeth and refusing to say a word.

"let me see!"

Chen Jue yelled anxiously, and he couldn't figure out why.Somehow, his brain seemed to be controlled by something. As soon as Song Ke was injured, he would call the police and yell like crazy. Even he himself couldn't stop the tension and concern.

Song Ke took a deep breath slowly: "Don't bother Mr. Chen, I'll just bandage it myself."

Chen Jue watched helplessly as he turned to wash the wound, watched the bright red blood being washed into the stainless steel pool by the water, and then turned into a thin layer of light red.Song Ke bowed slightly, cold and distant, but Chen Jue felt that he was closer than ever in this way, because he was fragile, just like when he was smoking in the ward that night.

After washing the wound, Song Ke went to the living room, and found that the previous Band-Aid and gauze had been moved by Aunt Gu, and there was no place under the TV cabinet.Just as he was thinking about leaving like this, Chen Jue brought the medicine box over and put it in front of him.

"Thank you," he said.

Chen Jue sat for a while, then got up and walked away.

Time suddenly became very slow, the clock on the wall was ticking, and the deep winter night was dull and silent.

Song Ke wrapped the index finger of her left hand into a carrot, and when she stood up, she held it up stupidly, so stupidly.Originally planned to leave quietly like this, who knew that there was movement in the kitchen before reaching the entrance.

Chen Jue was actually in the kitchen.

It was obviously cold and windy outside, but he took off his coat and sweater as if he was not afraid of the cold, and only wore a shirt.On the chopping board were shredded carrots, shredded cabbage, sliced ​​ham, and two packs of opened instant noodles next to them.Maybe he was afraid of getting oil, so he rolled up his sleeves high, just like before.

In the past, he thought the apron Song Ke bought was too ugly and refused to wear it, so he always dressed up when cooking.Song Ke said that he was putting on airs, even cooking noodles, and in return he gave him a squinting look: "What do you know? My clothes are all famous brands, and shirts are the cheapest in the closet."

Who says it's not, a T-shirt costs thousands of rich kids.Song Ke walked over and stared back at him fiercely: "I think you just want me to cook, don't think I can't understand your subtext. Get out of the way, and don't get in the way here."

Chen Jue was so happy to be the shopkeeper, so he crossed his arms and commanded: "There is too much water, scoop out a spoonful, yes, put the noodles first and then the ingredients, don't put the ham first, it will lose its fragrance after cooking for a long time!" Song Ke almost splashed hot water on his face: "Either you come or shut up."

It was finally quiet, but it ended up being hugged from behind while cooking.Chen Jue wrapped his arms around his waist and watched him pick up noodles with chopsticks with great interest: "When our company goes public one day, I will treat everyone to the most authentic kaiseki cuisine."

Song Ke frowned, "You know how to eat."

Chen Jue disagreed: "Who said that? I still know I love you."

Song Ke avoided his kiss: "Don't move around, be careful not to burn yourself."

Chen Jue hugged him tighter and tighter, and his two bodies almost touched the fire.I almost don't remember what Chen Jue's kiss felt like, I just remember that it was very hot, very hot, the palms and backs of the hands, the chest and the back were all hot inside and out.

The sweetness of memories makes people dizzy, but the reality is only tightly wound wounds.

After a long time, Chen Jue finally said, "Song Ke."

The bread has been thrown into the boiling water.

Song Ke raised her head and looked at him bewilderedly.

Chen Jue looked at the tip of the chopsticks expressionlessly: "You are crying."