Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

This is more or less intimate.

Jian Yan only said the last sentence, and she didn't even take it to heart. It was only when he said "Don't worry" that she felt something was a bit strange.

But she was the one who spoke first, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration for her to respond in any way she wants.

She took a sip of red wine and then smiled and continued, "But you look very healthy. I was worrying too much."

He raised an eyebrow.

Good health?

The answer was: "Except for the occasional stomachache, there is really no problem."

After saying that, he smiled again.

"It's still good to keep exercising."

Hearing this, Jian Yan suddenly remembered that last time in the hospital, Chu Jinyuan suggested that he exercise more.

"How do you manage to get up at 5am to run every day?"

She doesn't like getting up early.

She had a serious bad temper when waking up, and later she found out that Tong Huaimu was the same and couldn't get up early.

But Tong Huaimu's father didn't seem to have that problem, and he was surprisingly self-disciplined.

"The body gets used to a certain routine, and it will wake up naturally at the right time."

Wake up naturally? Jian Yan was amazed.

She remembered that Tong Ruixiao went to bed at about the same time as her and turned off the lights at midnight.

She looked at him incredulously, "You mean you only sleep five hours a day?"

"Isn't five hours enough?"

Her eyes widened, and she looked a little crazy. "Adults need to sleep for eight hours, and children need to sleep for ten hours. This is the normal sleep time."

Tong Ruixiao likes her little expression like this, "Then I rarely get a normal sleep."

"Maybe my body is changing to adapt to the environment. I have been very busy for decades and had little time to rest, so now I feel that five hours is enough."

If I'm on a business trip, I may sleep less than five hours.

Jian Yan couldn't imagine what kind of life he had led before, "Life changes, but the body remains unchanged."

It's really amazing that you can stay healthy in this way.

He was afraid that she would worry, "Actually I don't always sleep five hours a day, I also go to bed early and force my brain to shut down around 10 o'clock at night."

The words are light and express a gentleness that is approachable.

"Mr. Tong is very humorous."

She was amused by the term 'forced shutdown'.

"People often say that," Tong Ruixiao smiled, seeing that she was very skilled at drinking. "Did you drink red wine often in the past?"

Jian Yan shook his head, "Not often, more often when I drink white wine."

In the past, when I went out to socialize with Jian Tianci, I drank with the CEOs of various companies. Those people were not easy to deal with, so how could they let her go after drinking two glasses of red wine?

If you want to sign a deal, you have to drink white wine.

They picked strong liquor to get her drunk. After one glass, her throat burned and her stomach felt hot and painful.

Tong Ruixiao remained calm, "How much can you drink?"

"I can drink a pound of alcohol with a 50-proof alcohol content. If I drink more, I will vomit. I may drink more alcohol with a lower proof. I can't remember clearly."

Most of the time she drank more than this, drinking and vomiting, then drinking again, feeling dizzy but conscious.

Apart from money and the benefits that are on the table, nothing else matters.

The worst time she drank so much that her stomach perforated and she squatted on the roadside and vomited blood. Si Yanchen found her and sent her to the hospital.

That was the most gentle time he had been to her since he fell in love with someone else.

She remembered his anxiety at that time, thinking that he still loved her. She hurt herself many times in the hope of getting his attention again, but was severely humiliated.

The events of that time were still vivid in her mind, and the paranoid and crazy feelings she once had made her heart tremble at this moment.

"Won't you feel uncomfortable after drinking so much?" His magnetic voice was a little hoarse, and his brows tended to frown.

No one could understand the indescribable pain he felt when he heard her say one pound.

If it wasn't necessary, who would get themselves drunk with such a high concentration of liquor?

He was absent from her past and she had no idea of ​​the specific reason. She just felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife and it hurt terribly after hearing it.

When Jian Yan heard him ask this, she felt that she had heard something very funny.

Uncomfortable? Of course it’s uncomfortable!

But this is not for her to decide.

Everyone has known since ancient times that drinking a little wine can make you happy, but drinking too much will harm your body.

The sarcasm in her eyes was fleeting, but she smiled and said to him, "I'm just practicing my drinking capacity, why do you feel bad?"

"is it?"

Tong Ruixiao put down his wine glass and, for some reason, held her hand.

He is obviously a mature person and has always behaved properly, but he lost his composure at this moment.

We can no longer be indifferent to everything.

She stared at her wrist, not saying a word or struggling, and just let him hold it so abruptly.

I was much calmer than the first time. Now I could calmly take a sip of wine and ask him, "What does this mean?"

"If drinking that much doesn't make you happy, then don't do it. From now on, no one can force you to do something you don't like."

The tone was like bamboo shoots sprouting out after the rain, cautiously probing, with an appealing youthfulness.

Jian Yan thought that she would remain calm until she saw the pity in his eyes.

Her calm expression gradually collapsed, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and the anger and resentment that she had suppressed in her heart were aroused.

What is there to pity?

I don't need anyone's pity!

The warmth from her wrist was transmitted through her skin to her heart, helping her regain her sanity. Her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, preventing her from saying such radical words.

It is close to saying coldly: "Whatever I choose, I will not be unhappy. And what I cannot choose, does it mean that I have the right to refuse by saying that I am unhappy?"

He was stunned for a moment, as if he had been stabbed. A trace of bitterness flashed across his face, but was then hidden.

Never able to.

Just looking at the marriage can explain it.

So he deleted and reduced the words that were on his lips until they became pale, "Can you tell me about your experience?"

Eager to know everything about her.

It's not information or data that is obtained, it's just an investigation into a person's background, not in-depth feelings.

He wanted to experience her life from her subjective first-person perspective, in an attempt to share the pain with himself in this way.

"Unfortunately, I don't like telling stories."

The woman's words were calm and distant, and her smile was half real and half fake; only the warmth of the wrist she held was real.

He was surprised to realize that he was so close to her.

So close...

Perhaps because the psychological distance was so great, he never felt real.

"He doesn't like to tell stories, but he volunteered that he once drank a lot of liquor."

His fingers moved from her wrist to her palm, and he looked at the newly-made diamond ring on her ring finger. His words were calm, steady and powerful, "You are lying."

She wanted to retort, "I—"

But his words got ahead of me.

Every word counts: "People who really want to commit suicide won't ask for help."

Jian Yan's breathing stopped and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Excited to be revealed.

This feeling is like a child playing hide-and-seek, pretending not to be discovered, but deliberately revealing a corner of his clothes when hiding.