gentle fall

The corners of Ji Yirou's lips were tightly pursed, with a hint of stubbornness, and she didn't talk to Wen Huaiyu all the way back.

This unhappiness lasted for several days.

Wen Huaiyu obviously felt that Ji Yirou was in a bad mood, but he really couldn't understand why the girl's mind was so sensitive and delicate.

Wen Huaiyu sat on the sofa, rubbing her temples with a little headache, thinking and thinking, she seemed to only have money - this is her usual routine, judging how much money should be given according to the degree of anger.

She moistened her throat: "Ji Yirou, come here."

Just as Ji Yirou came down from the stairs and walked over, her clear eyes were filled with mist, staring deeply at her.

Wen Huaiyu beckoned, asked her to sit down beside her, and pushed a gold card over: "I'll give you the salary advance. You did a good job this month, and the bonus was also paid."

Ji Yirou stared at this card, her neck drooping slightly, still in a silent and stubborn posture.

Wen Huaiyu rubbed her head, and it became a habit to give orders to her subordinates in the company, her voice unconsciously carried a hint of warning: "Don't be angry with me."

"……it is good."

She seemed to see a little sign of Wen Huaiyu softening and giving in.But just such a small concession made her feel soft.

How could she be willing to be angry with her?

"Now I'm hungry."

"Okay. Wait."

Ji Yirou stood up and went to the kitchen. Her cooking skills are very good. In the past few dozen days, Wen Huaiyu's stomach has been raised very comfortably by her, so it is not without reason to double her salary.

For dinner, I cooked winter melon pork ribs soup, braised beef with three delicacies and stir-fried cabbage. Every dish is Wen Huaiyu's favorite dish. I accidentally ate a little too full. She was so full that she sat on the sofa and watched TV At that time, I couldn't help rubbing my belly secretly.

Ji Yirou was busy in the kitchen, and when she occasionally came out, she quickly pulled her hand away: How could the future heir of the Wen family touch his chubby belly after dinner!

But is she the only one who eats so much?

After Ji Yirou finished eating, Wen Huaiyu waved to her: "Come here."

Ji Yirou paused for a moment, then walked over, took off the little cat apron on her body as she walked, and asked her what she wanted with her eyes.

Wen Huaiyu sat upright, with a very serious expression, looked at her from top to bottom, and from bottom to top for a few seconds, and then said in a very serious tone: "Sit down, let me touch your belly."

Ji Yirou: "..."

"come over!"

Wen Huaiyu has never been a very patient person. As he spoke, he moved his hands and embraced her, and then stretched out those sinful hands, and instantly called out: "Why are you so soft?"

"?"

"Aren't you fat?" she said, lowering her head and looking at herself.

Ji Yirou understood what she meant, and smiled: "It seems so."

Wen Huaiyu gasped in surprise, and raised his eyes to look at her: "You can talk better than before."

After finishing speaking, through a layer of thin sweater, she rubbed Ji Yirou's stomach vigorously, like rubbing a kitten: "People who can't eat fat are the most annoying."

Ji Yirou wanted to grab her hand, but she moved it over: "Look at mine! You fed them all!"

These words are a bit too cute, and the gestures are gentle and intimate, as if in the long winter night, there are only two small animals left in the world who rub each other's bellies.So the two of them pursed their lips, looked at each other, and then smiled.

"I touched yours, and you touched mine."

"So, it's even."

"Well... I touched it anyway, give me another touch."

It turns out that rubbing people is so comfortable.

Wen Huaiyu asked Ji Yirou to lie down, pillowed it on her lap, and threatened: "Don't move around."

The corners of her eyes and brows were childish.The usually delicate and cold eyebrows and eyes quietly melted, like the sunshine in the spring of March, flowing silently.

It's like getting the latest and best doll, she likes it so much, she doesn't know what to do if she likes it, she likes it so much, she can't help thinking that when she goes home every day, she can rub the warm and soft person, It seems to feel a little better.

……

The next day, the hospital.

As soon as Ji Yirou arrived outside the ward, Chen Qi stood up and handed her an envelope, which contained a card.

"There was an advertisement before, and the money has just been settled."

"Okay. Thank you, Miss Qi."

"Xiao Ji, did you listen to what I said later?"

"……Um?"

"We must seize such a rare opportunity. Wen's has entered the film and television industry in recent years, and the investment is huge. You..."

Ji Yirou interrupted her, her voice was a little cold: "I don't want to."

Chen Qi frowned: "Why? Give me a reason!"

"There is no reason."

"Ji Yirou, don't be stupid on such a critical issue. Think about it, when your mother was sick and asked for money, who would lend you the money without saying a word? You only shot a few commercials at that time. Model, now I'm asking you why, are you so perfunctory?"

Ji Yirou breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister Qi, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to tell you, there's really no reason."

It's just how others would know.She didn't know how to speak.

She loved her for so many years.

Chen Qi wanted to say something more, but the doctor came out of the ward and said something, you can go in to see the patient.

The conversation was interrupted, she couldn't ask any more, and sighed helplessly: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first. Remember what I told you, let's talk about it another day."

After Ji Yirou said goodbye to her, she immediately went into the ward to see her mother.

Not long after Ye Shuhua woke up, when he saw her expression, he became angry with her: "I'm fine, why are you so sad?"

"Mother……"

"Come here, let mom give you a hug."

Ji Yirou threw herself into her mother's embrace, the warmest embrace.

Ye Shuhua has been ill for several years, Ji Yirou persevered, and she also persevered, and finally passed most of this difficult road, the effect of surgery is getting better and better, and it will never be the same as before, three to five days I'm going to issue a critical illness notice.

"Okay, okay, go get busy, I have something to do, I want to read a book, and I have to translate a manuscript later."

As usual, Ye Shuhua started to chase her away before the two had spoken for a long time.

Ye Shuhua has a resolute personality. Even when she was sick, she persisted in translating foreign bibliographies for the publishing house. She never complained about herself or anyone else. Once she put on those old silver-framed eyes, she was full of pedantry, serious and cute.

When she spread out the manuscript and flipped through the thick English-Chinese dictionary, the ward was not like a ward, but like a small study at home.

Ji Yirou stood in the distance, looking at her carefully, with a gentle smile on her brows.

They have always been like this, rarely interfere with each other, do their best to do their own things

Ji Yirou waited quietly for a while, then opened the door and went out.

It was still early, and she thought about going back to school.

The law major of the Provincial University is well-known throughout the country, and has produced many celebrities.Today, many wealthy businessmen and politicians in the city are all outstanding alumni of the past.

From freshman to senior year, she was No.1.Originally, she thought that Ji Yirou would choose to pursue further studies or directly enter the law firm, but she gave up the recommendation quota, and she had no intention of entering the law firm.

As a result, there were gossip rumors that this cold and gentle school belle had long been taken care of by a wealthy business tycoon.

This kind of gossip was originally spread from her dormitory.

Ji Yirou was very aware of this, but she never took it to heart. Since her sophomore year, she no longer lives in the dormitory, unless the class is full during the day, she only comes back to take a break at noon.After entering the senior year, the courses were all over, and she hadn't come back for a long time.

This time I came back to pick up things. I was too busy a while ago, and I didn't have time to pick up some books and personal items.Mainly her sketches, which I have cherished for so many years.

……

It's ten o'clock.

This is Wen Huaiyu's No. 20 tonight to check the time. It's ten o'clock, and Ji Yirou hasn't come back yet, and he hasn't said anything to her.

I sent a WeChat message at seven o'clock: "When will you be back?"

At nine o'clock, another message was sent: "Where did you go?"

No reply.

The reason for waiting here is that Ji Yirou said last night that she learned a new kind of sweet soup, which can make her sleep more peacefully at night.

Wen Huaiyu is not a patient person. After checking the time again, he decided not to wait.If you don't come back, forget it.

She had just stood up from the sofa when there was a sound of pressing the password in the entrance, and then, with a click, the door opened.A slender shadow was reflected on the wall, and the tip of the long-handled umbrella leaned against the corner of the wall, and snow foam fell down.

Wen Huaiyu stood still and didn't move. The shadow just stood at the door and didn't come in.It was she who lost her patience first and walked over: "Ji Yirou, it's late at night, you..."

In the middle of her speech, she couldn't continue.

Because Ji Yirou was crying.It was the kind of crying where there were no emotional fluctuations in the eyes, but the teardrops slipped silently down the corners of the eyes.

She brought an umbrella, but she didn't open it, and her eyebrows were white with snow.

She grabbed her forearm and entered the room: "What's wrong with your mother?"

Ji Yirou shook her head.As if she didn't expect her to be here, she blinked her eyes vigorously, as if she could blink away her tears.

Only then did Wen Huaiyu see clearly that her clothes seemed to have been pulled by someone, and there was a red mark on her face.Subconsciously frowned: "Someone did something to you?"

Ji Yirou lowered her head, her voice hoarse: "I got into a fight with someone. My things are gone."

Wen Huaiyu was angry and laughed at the same time. Looking at her devastated look, she thought something was wrong with her: "What is it? Is it expensive? I'll buy it for you. Don't be sad."

I don't know what's wrong with this sentence, Ji Yirou listened, her head lowered, she stopped crying, but her demeanor was clearly suppressed: "You can't buy it."

Of course they can’t be bought, they are the photos and paintings she secretly hid when she was a teenager, they cannot be copied, they are unique and so precious in her heart.

If she could buy it, she wouldn't cry.

God knows, she hasn't cried in years.

Wen Huaiyu held her cheeks and asked her to raise her head. Those bright eyes looked straight at her, and her voice became more fierce: "Hey! Don't cry!"

As she spoke, she also felt that her tone was too fierce. After all, she had never coaxed anyone before, so she softened her tone: "Sister, hug me, don't cry."

Her hands were a little stiff around Ji Yirou's shoulders, and she hugged the girl into her arms. She wanted to drop her palms, but stopped in mid-air hesitantly, with nowhere to place them. She didn't know if this clumsy comfort was of any use. , in short, talk is better than nothing.

The person in his arms seemed to be quieter, but he was still trembling slightly. Wen Huaiyu was a little anxious: "I warn you, if you cry again, I will... I will kiss you if you cry again!"

Ji Yirou let out a soft ah, and raised her head, the teardrops that were only rolling in her eye sockets really fell down after being so frightened by her.

Wen Huaiyu didn't know where to put his hands. He was obviously at a loss, but his voice seemed a little fierce: "Don't cry, I'll give you three seconds to return to normal."

Ji Yirou couldn't help laughing.

Wen Huaiyu turned his head to avoid her gaze, and walked in, cursing while walking——

This annoying little girl, a little troublemaker, insisted on making her so fierce.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wen is just a child who doesn’t know what love is, and doesn’t know how to love others.

Update tomorrow at 18.30