Shiyang still just nodded slightly.
"If I'm not here, I will arrange for someone else to take care of you, so you don't have to worry." Fu Jingchuan said, helping her move her luggage into the master bedroom, raising her wrist and looking at her watch, "It's getting late, you should go to bed early. "
Shiyang nodded silently.
"you should also rest earlier."
Fu Jingchuan said "hmm" softly and closed the door for her when he went out.
Shiyang had already washed herself at home, turned off the lights and went to bed.
The five-star hotel mattress was comfortable and soft, but Shi Yang felt sleepy.
In just half a day, everything seemed to have come full circle.
This feeling is not good.
Shiyang couldn't help but gently caress her flat belly with her palms. She knew that all the crux of the problem lay in this child, who was exactly the same as two years ago.
She instinctively resisted the feeling of returning to her previous life.
In the second half of the night, she fell asleep in a daze due to this resistance, half asleep and half awake, and it was a dream when she closed her eyes. In the bizarre dream, Shiyang seemed to have returned to Fu Jingchuan's house in the west city. She lived alone in it all year round. It was big and empty, not popular at all, but not as free as she imagined. Fu Jingchuan's mother Fang Wanqing was elegant. The decent face flashed in her dreams from time to time, and the connotation of her words with guns and sticks in hand, Shiyang woke up in cold sweat, and when she looked out the window, it was already bright.
Shiyang's palms crawled from the bangs in front of his forehead to the back of his head, and he could feel the slight moisture at the roots of his hair under his fingertips.
She was silent for a long time, looking at this empty and beautiful room. However, after only one night, she began to miss her small single room that was not spacious but was extremely warm.
The room is equipped with a separate bathroom and all toiletries are available.
Shi Yang finished washing up numbly, arranging his hair, changing clothes, and then opened the door.
The door to the second bedroom next door has been opened.
Shiyang's eyes moved from the open room to the living room. In the open kitchen, Fu Jingchuan was preparing breakfast.
The tall and straight figure was wearing dark-colored home clothes. He lost a bit of the harsh aura under his usual suits and had a bit more of a peaceful atmosphere.
Fu Jingchuan can cook, and his skills are quite good, Shiyang has always known.
But she didn't have many opportunities to eat the food cooked by Fu Jingchuan, and she rarely had the opportunity to see Fu Jingchuan so busy in the kitchen.
The fireworks of the world have never been a part of his life. His life only consists of that square-inch desk.
In the past, when he didn't go to work on weekends and the two of them were at home together, Fu Jingchuan would still cook occasionally, but rarely. Shiyang didn't know whether it was because he was not interested or because she had already done all the work, causing him to No way to show it.
During her years away from work, she developed a conditioned reflex to cook on time. It seemed that only in this way could she prove that she was not useless.
But Shiyang has always hated this kind of conditioned reflex.
She couldn't remember how long it had been since she saw such a scene. The last time it made a deep impression was when she just got married. She was still pregnant at that time, and cooking became Fu Jingchuan's business.
Unexpectedly, time has passed again.
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Fu Jingchuan was sensitive to the fact that someone was looking at her, so he paused in the frying of eggs, then turned around and saw Shi Yang staring at him in trance.
"Are you awake?" he asked, turning off the gas stove.
Shiyang nodded slightly: "Yes."
The whole person looked lifeless.
Fu Jingchuan walked towards her and stood in front of her: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Shiyang hesitated for a while, then nodded calmly: "Yes."
"Is the bed uncomfortable? Or are you just not used to it?" he asked, raising his hand to lift her hanging hair.
Shiyang shook his head gently: "None of them."
Fu Jingchuan looked at her deeply and did not ask any further questions.
"Let's eat first," he said.
Shiyang nodded silently, sat down at the dining table, watched him busily laying out the dishes, and then sat down opposite her.
He put the hot milk in front of her: "Drink some milk first."
"Thank you." Shiyang thanked him softly, picked up the milk and took a slow sip, then looked at Fu Jingchuan opposite.
Fu Jingchuan was also having breakfast, holding milk in his left hand and a piece of bread in his right hand.
Shiyang watched him take a bite of bread, chew it leisurely, and take a sip of milk. His eating movements were always elegant and pleasing to the eye.
Fu Jingchuan finished swallowing the bread in his mouth before looking at her: "Can't you eat it?"
Shiyang shook his head gently: "No."
She also took a sip of milk and then looked at him: "I had a nightmare last night."
Fu Jingchuan looked at her: "What nightmare?"
Shiyang: "I dreamed that we were not divorced yet, and I felt very suffocated."
Fu Jingchuan looked at her without speaking.
"Fu Jingchuan, do you know? I was actually unhappy during the two years I was married to you." Shiyang also looked at him, her voice was very soft.
"Sometimes I can't help but wonder if the reason why the child couldn't be saved at that time was because she felt my unhappiness. She knew she would not be happy in this family, so she didn't want me."
