"Honey, you didn't die in there, did you?"
Zhuxuan's voice was as sharp as a knife stabbing Yucheng in the ribs, and Yucheng subconsciously opened his mouth because of the pain.
"No, no, I'll be out right away, right away." Yucheng wiped his arms with a towel in a panic. He believes that only by using all his spiritual strength can he face all this calmly.
"Then hurry up, it's been more than an hour since you saw it!" Zhuxuan's voice was cold and deep, and there was a hint of alienation in it.
"By the way, Zhuxuan, I'm thinking, um, should I resign from the company?" Thinking back to Li Chengmei's current state, Yucheng's sanity is slowly recovering, although recovery is still far away. The red and green filaments outside the door began to glow, and the light crept up onto Song Zhuxuan's cheeks little by little.
"Why?" Zhuxuan asked confused and somewhat conflicted.
"Because soon I will be assigned to work several night shifts. My dear, I can't bear to leave you. So I want you to help me ask if there is a seat suitable for me at my father-in-law's place."
"Didn't you say that you don't like working under dad's nose? You are not familiar with the company and the work content. You are more eager to be self-reliant than dad's full support. It was you who promised dad that you would definitely do it. Will you sit in Choi In Hyuk's position with your own efforts?! How come you have completely forgotten your true words?"
I have to admit that Zhuxuan is a woman with better ears, eyesight, and a more sensitive heart than Yucheng imagined. Although Yucheng's desire has been hiding in that sunny place, it has not really revealed its unpredictability.
"Did I say that? So, it turns out that's what it is."
"Yes! Before this, I told you that dad is the kind of man who promises nothing."
"Oh! I know, I've known this for a long time. Actually, I just mentioned it casually. There has been some instability in the unit recently. I feel a sense of crisis all the time."
Seeing Song Zhuxuan's worried eyes and expression, Zheng Yucheng had to give up that idea. Then he curled his lips naturally (awkwardly), and Zhuhyun also deliberately turned his head away and looked straight ahead. In fact, for a moment, Zhuxuan felt his heart tremble strongly, but soon his brain circuit severely stepped on the side brake. When their eyes met again, neither of the two people deliberately avoided the other's gaze, but looked at each other expressionlessly, with both pairs of bright and energetic eyes.
"By the way, wife..."
"Well, I'm in a hurry to go out, so hurry up and clean up the bathroom!"
"Oh, okay, wait a minute."
Yu Cheng closed his lips tightly twice, and the corners of his mouth were reflected in bright red by the sunset. Zhuxuan is just like Yucheng. It is obvious that she also has something to say, but she keeps it silently.
"If you're not a classmate, then you must be a graduate student, right?" Yucheng turned around and closed the bathroom door. The cold wind suddenly blew over. Zhuxuan combed his hair behind his ears quietly and rhythmically, but he couldn't comb it out. The "turbulent clear wave" suddenly slipped out from the corner of the mouth. In Zhuxuan's opinion, the strange boy is more interesting and cuter than Yucheng.
"I'm a lecturer in the Music Department of Ann University and teach piano lessons."
The boy tilted his head and shouted naughtily, "Teacher, sister."
Zhu Hyun inexplicably "reprimanded" the boy, but the two of them unintentionally used the kind of cryptic language that only real lovers would communicate between their eyes.
"Sister, you look really young and beautiful. The moment I saw you, I felt like I was seeing a goddess in my dream," the boy's voice was full of vigor like an ignorant boy, even as he recalled During the brief interaction that afternoon, Zhuxuan still had a knowing smile on his face.
"If you don't mind, sister, can I treat you to dinner another day? Then I'll wait for news from you at any time." When she took a deep breath, a deep dimple appeared on Zhuxuan's collarbone. She slowly closed her eyes, Quietly, deep in my heart, I followed the boy to the "late night canteen".
"Hmph, I never thought that a yellow-haired boy could be so discerning."
The strange boy offered to treat him to dinner for the first time when they met. From the perspective of Song Zhuxuan, who had become accustomed to the pleasure of being surrounded by stars ten years ago, this was undoubtedly an act of covering up his valuable instincts with low-level excuses. In fact, since Zhuxuan Ever since she first caught a glimpse of the boy, her inflated instinct had been lurking insidiously, but due to the ring on her finger, the lurking could only be silent. Without Yucheng, the innocent silence would not have lasted so long.
"It's such a pity. It would be nice if the chance of meeting could reduce the jet lag." Looking at the flower umbrella that kept opening and closing, Zhu Hyun had a premonition that the sweet wind and sweet rain that swept everything seemed to be on the way...
