Zhou Ruo fell asleep after drinking the red wine. What happened in the garage had almost no impact on her.
But on the other side, He Xianmo didn't sleep a wink all night.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his bedroom, and the gauze on his left arm looked particularly conspicuous.
On the desk in the bedroom, in addition to the computer and books, there is a Swiss Army knife that is extremely inconsistent with the surrounding paintings. The blood stains on it have been cleaned up.
He Xianmo looked away from the window and fell on the knife.
He slowly moved his legs closer, picked up the knife from the table with his well-jointed hands, held it in his hand and played with it, his actions a few hours ago flashed through his mind again.
He raised his left hand and looked at it. There still seemed to be a soft elastic touch on his fingertips. As soon as he recalled it, the violent factors in his body would instantly wake up and scream, but the cold and hard knife in his right hand reminded him of the cruelty of reality—— He was too impulsive today.
He Xianmo didn't know if Zhou Ruo was frightened by his behavior, but he was sure that she must be disgusted by him and might avoid him in the future.
Snap.
He Xianmo threw the knife back on the table, turned around, walked to the bed and sat down, picked up his phone, found Zhou Ruo's WeChat dialog box and opened it, deleting, deleting, and modifying for almost a quarter of an hour without even sending a complete sentence.
Finally, the phone was thrown aside.
He Xianmo just got up, sat down, picked up the phone, and put it down again, repeating the cycle all night until it was about six o'clock in the morning and it was dawn outside.
He Xianmo rubbed his dry eyes, got up and went to the bathroom, took a 36-degree warm bath, and prepared to go to work.
——
"Arthur, are you sick?" As soon as He Xianmo entered the office, Zeng Xu was frightened by his haggard expression.
Wearing glasses can't hide the black spots under his eyes, and his lips are a little white. It looks like he hasn't slept all night.
"No." He Xianmo walked to the table and turned on the kettle, then turned to go to the dressing room to change into a white coat.
Zeng Xu was worried and rushed up to grab his arm, "If you feel uncomfortable, please take a leave. Don't hold on, your face looks like -"
"Wait a minute, what's wrong with your little arm?" Halfway through, Zeng Xu noticed something was wrong and directly lifted up the sleeves of his coat.
Seeing the circle of gauze wrapped around it, Zeng Xu was surprised: "What happened?"
He Xianmo brushed his hand away calmly, pulled down his sleeve, and replied calmly: "I accidentally tore it while cooking."
Zeng Xu: "...who can cook to this place?"
He Xianmo ignored his question and went around to change clothes.
Zeng Xu looked at He Xianmo's back, squinted his eyes and touched his chin.
A few minutes later, He Xianmo changed his clothes and came out. Zeng Xu looked him up and down and said, "Arthur, something is wrong with you."
He Xianmo: "Are you very free?"
Zeng Xu: "I'm not visiting the clinic today, I'm really free."
He came to He Xianmo with a smile and patted his shoulder, "So, let me heal you, my lovely friend."
He Xianmo: "..."
"I can't sleep at night. The last time you were like this was when you broke up with Shi Lan." Zeng Xu clicked his tongue, "Let me guess, this time it's because of getting back together?"
"No." He Xianmo immediately denied it.
Zeng Xu: "If you refute so quickly, you have something wrong in your mind."
Zeng Xu had already determined that He Xianmo could not sleep at night because of Shi Lan, "She came to London just because of you. What's the problem? You haven't had any contact with women in the two years since you broke up with her. Even if you don't say it, I I also know that you can’t let it go. The opportunity is right in front of you. Don’t wait for her to be sad and then regret it——”
He Xianmo did not answer Zeng Xu's words and bypassed him to make tea.
Zeng Xu watched He Xianmo playing with the hot water bottle and shook his head helplessly. His personality was similar to that of his twenties. It was impossible to take the initiative, so he had to help.
Zeng Xu took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Shilan: [Shirley, I’m having a party this weekend, do you want to come and play? Arthur arrives too. 】
As soon as Zeng Xu finished sending the WeChat message, he heard a knock on the door. He immediately put down his phone and went to open the door.
"Dara?"
He Xianmo was filtering tea leaves with his head lowered, but after hearing Zeng Xu call this name, his hand movements stopped for a moment.
"For me?" Zeng Xu looked at the coffee in his hand and smiled brightly, "I'm flattered."
"As long as you like it." Zhou Ruo also laughed. He glanced at He Xianmo who was filtering tea leaves from the corner of his eye and found that the other person didn't even raise his head.
If it were before, Zhou Ruo would really think that he was not interested in this kind of thing, but after what happened last night, seeing his attitude again, Zhou Ruo only felt it was hypocritical and ridiculous.
"Then you go about your business first. I won't disturb your work." Having achieved his goal, Zhou Ruo waved goodbye to Zeng Xu.
"Wait a minute," Zeng Xu suddenly remembered something, "Would you like to play together on Saturday? I've organized a game, you can bring your friends."
"Okay, then I'll ask her if she has time." Zhou Ruo agreed happily.
When Zhou Ruo left the office, He Xianmo had just finished filtering the tea. Zeng Xu sat opposite He Xianmo with the coffee Zhou Ruo had just bought for him.
He Xianmo put his fingers against the rim of the thermos cup and glanced at the coffee cup in Zeng Xu's hand.
"Hey, Arthur, let's play together on Saturday?" Zeng Xu invited He Xianmo.
He Xianmo didn't reply and showed a lack of interest, which Zeng Xu expected.
So he began to use his sharp tongue to persuade him as before. After giving a lot of reasons, He Xianmo finally agreed.
Zeng Xu was overjoyed and patted him on the shoulder, reminding him: "Wear something smart when the time comes and don't waste your face."
——
In the next two days, Zhou Ruo had nothing to talk to He Xianmo about work, so she did not take the initiative to talk to He Xianmo.
What He Xianmo thought was a deliberate dodge did not happen.
When Zhou Ruo met him on certain occasions in the hospital, he would still say "Hello, Doctor" as politely as before.
She was very generous, and sometimes He Xianmo even felt that what happened in the garage that night was his own hallucination.
But whether it was the scabbed wound on his arm or the knife on the bedroom table, they all reminded him that all of this really happened.
The only explanation is that Zhou Ruo doesn't care at all, she is not even angry towards him.
Also, what he did that night might not be considered "violation" at all to her, after all, she was experienced.
He Xianmo sneered again when he thought of this.
At this time, he was eating in the cafeteria. When he thought about this, most of his appetite disappeared. He threw the remaining half of the sandwich into the trash can, turned around and walked out of the cafeteria.
After walking a few steps, He Xianmo suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of him.
Less than two meters away, Zhou Ruo was on the phone with her back to him.
It was a bit far away, but because she didn't deliberately suppress her voice, he could still hear what she said.
"Then you come to the hospital to find me?"
"Okay, here it is, just give me the money."
"Come on, why didn't you tell your wife?"
