Chapter 483 Zhou Jian Extra (9) Reach Out and Grab Him

Xiaoli was shocked and slowly looked at the man. The lights in the room were turned to the darkest level. The window was remote and made it even darker. The man was standing by the window wearing a white shirt and black trousers. There was a cold wind outside. It blew in, making his shirt bulge.

He didn't feel cold at all. He wiped his trouser pocket with his left hand and held a cigarette between two fingers of his right hand on the window sill. He unbuttoned three shirt buttons, revealing a large area of ​​healthy wheat-colored skin. He frowned and smoked, then raised his head His head came out. When he raised his head, the man's delicate Adam's apple and collarbone were very clear. He frowned deeply, not knowing whether he was satisfied just now or not.

Xiaoli was stuck in place for a moment. She never expected to see the man like this. His laziness showed the extravagance of the man Fang Lang.

Her little face was white and red at the same time, white because she cried just now, and red because she was fascinated by seeing him like this.

The man's smoking behavior afterwards was as strong as wine, which made her blush.

When she was stunned, the man looked at her casually, "I fired you, and you come to me to ask why? What's the point of asking? I'll give you double your salary, and you can go ahead with your future."

He was probably afraid of waking up the woman, so he kept his voice very low. Even such indifferent words came out of his mouth with such warmth and magnetism that Xiaoli's legs felt weak when she heard it, and she gritted her teeth and asked, "But Dr. Zhou, you have to give me a reason when you fire me.”

Zhou Dayuan took a puff of cigarette, lowered his eyes and exhaled it. He slowly smiled and stared at her face with a pair of bright black eyes, "Then give me a reason why you don't want to be fired."

Xiaoli felt her face burning, he had already seen through her.

There is no certainty about whether she will stay at work or not. He fired her, but she didn't want to be fired. It wasn't because she had some inappropriate thoughts about him.

"Dr. Zhou, if you fire me because I like you, is that too harsh? Girls who admire you can line up in the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers. Do you want to solve them all?"

Zhou Dayuan was silent for a few seconds. After taking the last two puffs of cigarette, he stretched out his long legs, bent down and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table. "At least I can ensure that those people don't appear in front of my wife and don't make her unhappy." , As for whether it’s harsh or not, who’s the boss? Go out and close the door, thank you.”

Xiaoli looked at the man's handsome back and didn't expect that such a gentle man on the outside could be so arrogant and ruthless in his heart.

He had already walked to the woman's side, and then slowly squatted down. Xiaoli didn't know what he was looking at her. They had known each other for many years and had been husband and wife for half a year. Their relationship had already turned from strong to weak, but he seemed not to be able to get enough of that woman.

Xiaoli took a deep breath and turned to leave. She thought she had given up.

There is a kind of couple in this world. You can tell at a glance that their love is as deep as the ocean.

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Jian Han has been taken care of carefully and delicately. When she was eight months old, the man who took care of her finally couldn't stand it anymore and had a high fever.

Zhou Dayuan is a person who does not get sick all year round, but when he gets sick, his whole body collapses. He lies on the bed, his whole body is hot, he can't sweat, and he seems to be exhausted.

Jian Han did not go to the medical center. She stood by the bed and stretched out her little hand to touch his forehead. She frowned, frightened and panicked, "Oh, it's so hot. No, I'll take you to the hospital."

She came to hold him.

Zhou Dayuan reluctantly opened his eyelids, his throat was so dry that it hurt. He clasped her slender wrist and spoke weakly, "Honey, be good, don't go out today, otherwise I won't be able to find you... No need to go to the hospital, I took medicine. , just sleep for a while..."

Without him, she would be lost when she leaves the house.

Jian Han saw that he was feeling uncomfortable, so she felt uncomfortable too, "Okay, don't go out..." She spoke softly, lowered her body, and laid her little head on his chest, looking very obedient.

Zhou Dayuan kissed her forehead. He noticed something was wrong with his body when he woke up in the morning. He didn't expect the high fever to come on so quickly. He originally wanted to call Ning Qing. Jian Han needed someone to take care of her, but her eyelids were too heavy. He just wanted to sleep. .

"Honey, be good, don't run around...I'll be fine soon...I'll get up and cook for you...stay with me now..." He murmured, kissed her tenderly, and held her tightly.

Jian Han really stopped moving. She closed her eyes and slept with him. She didn't straighten up until she heard his even breathing.

The man's body was too hot, so she went to the shower room, took out a warm and wet towel, and covered his forehead.

After sitting for a while, Jian Han stood up, took her bag and walked out of the apartment.

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Walking to the street, Jian Han found a large supermarket and went in. She bought some fruits and vegetables, preparing to steam a rock sugar pear for him at noon and cook him some light porridge.

His high fever will be cured after taking medicine, but his physical strength will not recover so quickly. How can he do it without eating?

Although her cooking skills are not good, she can still handle these simple things.

After arriving at the checkout counter to pay, Jian Han carried the bag and walked out of the supermarket.

She wanted to go back to the apartment, but Jian Han took two steps and stopped. She stood there and looked around blankly. She suddenly didn't know where to go.

After trying to pass the traffic light in front of her, Jian Han didn't see any familiar building. There was a girl on the phone standing on the roadside. She stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me..."

The girl stopped calling and looked at her, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you lost?"

Jian Han looked blank. Is she lost?

Where does she want to go?

She couldn't even tell her the name of the apartment.

"Sister, are you feeling so pale because you're not feeling well? Your belly is about 8 months old, why didn't you come out with your family? Where is your mobile phone? You can make calls."

Yes, Jian Han was reminded that she could make a call.

She went to look for her phone in her bag with joyful eyes, but no, she didn't bring her phone.

"Sister, didn't you bring your mobile phone? Well, you give me your phone number and I will make the call for you."

"Okay." Jian Han thought that this method would work. She didn't have a mobile phone but she remembered the phone number. When she opened her mouth, she didn't report anything because she didn't remember it.

Jian Han was stunned. She stood in place and turned around. People and cars were passing by in her sight. The city was bustling, but why was her heart so empty?

It seemed that many years ago, she had been to a strange city. She had stood on the street corner of the city like this for nights and nights. She wanted to search for a familiar face in the crowd. She wanted to pounce on it. She fell into his arms and acted coquettishly. She wanted to tell him how much she missed him.

Time was like fine sand passing through her fingertips. In the blink of an eye, she was back to where she started, losing the person in her heart and him.

The bag in her hand fell to the ground with a "pop". She squatted down, covered her face with her two little hands and cried in pain, "Woooo..."

Where should she go?

Where is her him?

Why are they all gone?

She wanted to go home, she was so scared.

I'm really, really scared.

The girl on the phone was frightened. She quickly bent down to comfort her, "Sister, what's wrong with you? If you have anything to say, tell me and I'll see if I can help you."

Jian Han ignored her and just cried. After years of wandering and wandering, she had become accustomed to tears as a companion.

At this time, a voice sounded from behind, "Jian Han?"

Jian Han was shocked, stopped crying, and slowly turned back.

It's Tang Fan.

"Tang Fan." She stood up slowly.

Tang Fan quickly stepped forward, "Jian Han, why are you here? Are you crying? What happened? Did Zhou Dayuan bully you?"

Jian Han stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears. There was doubt in her eyes, "Zhou Dayuan? Is that patient Zhou Dayuan?"

Tang Fan understood as soon as he heard that she had not recovered yet and she had forgotten Zhou Dayuan.

"Jian Han, what are you doing now and why are you crying?"

"Because, I seem to...lost someone, and I...forgot the way home."

Tang Fan slowly showed a self-deprecating smile. Although she had forgotten Zhou Dayuan, Zhou Dayuan had always lived in her heart and never faded.

"Well," Tang Fan nodded and said with a smile, "Jian Han, since you have forgotten so many people, why do you still remember me?"

I heard that she had no memory of Ning Qing and Lu Shaoming, but she remembered him alone.

A smile appeared on Jian Han's soft face, and she said seriously, "Tang Fan, I always remember all the kindness you did to me. If I hadn't met you in my life, I don't know how bad it would be now. Thank you, Tang Fan, for your companionship over the years. Although I cannot repay your dedication and affection, I sincerely wish you happiness, Tang Fan, let it go and look for your happiness."

What else could Tang Fan say? In fact, he had never needed anything in return for his kindness to her. He was satisfied if she remembered him and left a little place for him in her heart.

He stepped forward, stretched out his arms and hugged her gently. He sighed in a low voice, "Jian Han, I know you don't need me to be nice to you now, so I won't be nice to you. I want this That’s what’s really good for you. You are too simple and kind, and you take everything that happens on your shoulders and regard it as your own fault. I do, and so do your parents. In fact, both your parents and I do. I love you, isn’t the purpose of loving you for your happiness? Since only Zhou Dayuan can give you happiness, why should we suppress ourselves?”

"Jian Han, I will slowly put you down and look for my own happiness. Then you should do the same. Let it go. Your happiness has already come. All you need to do is stretch out your hands and hold him tightly."

Jian Han was confused, "Has my happiness come?"

"Well, here we come!" Tang Fan let go of her.

At this moment, an anxious and messy roar sounded in my ears, "Jian Han!"

Jian Han turned around in response.

Zhou Dayuan came. He came in such a hurry. He hurried over from across the road. He was still wearing a homely light gray V-neck sweater, black trousers, and a pair of dark blue cloth slippers on his feet. He held a The phone came over quickly.

He stood in front of her, his chest was still panting, his eyes were filled with a layer of scarlet whether due to high fever or madness, and the bangs on his forehead were fluttering softly in the wind. The sickly man looked even more delicate and charming. With a weak air, he looked at her with a tense expression.