Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

Everything was fine on the table.

Except for Jin Mang, who was sitting far opposite her and had bandages and plaster on his arms.

Hmm? Plaster?

Zhou Zhi took a quick glance and then looked away.

It wasn't worth her attention.

Jin Mang had a bad look on his face as he struggled with the food in front of him, and no one came forward to help him.

No one dares.

No wonder everyone is keeping quiet today.

Zhou Zhi finished his breakfast in an orderly manner, put down his cutlery and prepared to leave.

It was usually like this, but today she happened to leave and Jin Mang happened to put down the cutlery, making a loud noise in the quiet restaurant.

Zhou Zhi walked away without even turning her head. Aunt Li beside her looked at her pleadingly.

Zhou Zhi shook his head and walked out of the restaurant.

Behind him was the sound of cutlery clattering in frustration.

"Auntie."

Jin Mang didn't expect anyone to help him. Aunt Li's action was really unnecessary and unpleasant.

No one wants her help.

Aunt Li frowned, nodded, and left the restaurant, leaving him some space.

Jin Mang sighed and tilted his head back. He couldn't tell why, but he still felt uncomfortable.

The warm napkin fell on the corner of his mouth. Jin Mang subconsciously raised his hand to stop it. When he pulled it, the pain made him sober up a little.

"hiss--"

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but let out a gloating smile.

Zhou Zhi looked very pretty when he smiled, even though she didn't really like to put on a good face for him, but as long as she did, it was objectively undeniable that she was smart.

Jin Mang didn't move.

Feeling the loss of heart rate.

But it’s not possible.

Jin Mang moved his face away, but her fingers left a larger contact area on his cheek.

At the same time, Jin Mang's heart rate increased.

Faster.

"Go away."

Zhou Zhi didn't move. Instead, he scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, blew on it, and handed it to his mouth.

Jin Mang closed his eyes and repeated: "Go away."

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Zhi had indeed left.

She is much more respectable than he is.

Jin Mang lowered his head.

Thinking calmly, he didn't even know why he wanted to drive her away like this.

Why do we do this?

He had no answer, and no one gave him an answer.

It was as if someone was pushing him to do this, letting the story go this way, this way, to an ending that perhaps he himself didn't want to go to.

He was cowardly and powerless and could only endure such treatment.

For some reason, the gradually cooling health-preserving porridge began to ripple.

There was a "click, click" sound.

"Yo yo yo yo, someone is crying~"

Jin Mang suddenly raised his head and this time he really shouted very loudly: "Get out!"

But it wasn't completely anger, instead it sounded a little uncertain.

Zhou Zhi put down what he was holding, threw it in front of him rudely, and turned to leave.

Jin Mang's eyelashes were wet.

The flowers on the table were picked from some wonderful corner of his garden, with such cruelty that the roots of the branches were still covered with dirt.

A smell of earth mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

There was a choked silence in Jin Mang's throat.

It’s actually really uncomfortable and boring.

"do not go."

He stretched out his still healthy hand, and his voice was like a plea, his breath was weak.

"do not go……"

he repeated.

Zhou Zhi turned her back to him until the person behind her fitted her entire body against his.

"do not go……"

Now Zhou Zhi was happy.

He asked her to leave three times and tried to keep her three times, but she just plucked several of his best flowers out of impatience.

She made back her money.

"wrong."

Zhou Zhi interrupted Jin Mang.

She has to go.

She was originally pulled here by Aunt Li to help out, and after coaxing the man she was going to go back to sleep. But the man's crying was right beside her ears, and the fragrance of his clothes surrounded her. She had no doubt that it would not be long before she would be full of his scent.

Although she doesn't hate it, it's not possible.

He was holding back his tears, not wanting to cry out loud, but he wasn't completely restrained either. The faint sobs that were about to burst out were just behind her ears.

The posture they are in now can be considered as close contact.

Zhou Zhi felt something was wrong with him.

A man's tears are her stimulant!

The playful mood arises.

"I have to go."

Jin Mang's healthy hands bit her waist even tighter, and the outline of his chest muscles was clearly pressed against her back.

"Don't go."

"Give me a reason, give me a reason not to leave."

What an easy question.

But Jin Mang was eerily quiet.

Zhou Zhi still left, but at least he left after feeding him porridge, although he was silent.

Aunt Li walked into the restaurant and looked at Jin Mang, who was supposed to go to work, but was still sitting at the dining table.

Like a sculpture.

Still looking unhappy.

"She stopped talking to me."