Depressed wife runs with the ball

After dinner, the aunt cleared away the dishes, and Chu Yue returned to work. After planning her schedule for the next day, she took the subway home. It was already 11 a.m. by the time she got back to Cuiyuan from Xinghui, a journey of over an hour. If she wanted to be at the office earlier than Zhou Xingzhi every day, she had to be there before 8:30 a.m. and out the door before 7:30 a.m. If she wanted to put on makeup before going out, she'd have to get up around 6:40 a.m.

He truly left early and returned late. Across the street from the residential complex, a banyan tree stood, its shadows swirling in the wind, dropping countless leaves. Under the dim streetlights, Zhou Xingzhi's Maybach was nowhere to be seen.

The last bit of freedom in Chu Yue's soul was also kidnapped by capital.

The old man at the gate teased, "Your boyfriend didn't send you home today?"

"Uncle, didn't I tell you that he's a pervert?" She leaned against the window and started chatting with the uncle.

"Are you arguing again?" The old man turned off the recorder and came over to gossip.

"Are those aunties in the small square discussing me again?"

"Hey, you're a guy who never leaves the house, and you still know the ladies are talking about you? Did your boss give you a raise?"

Little boss, haha, Chu Yue covered his eyes and laughed, nodding hard, yes, little boss.

"That's what I said. The salary is paid in full, so why is it so difficult to collect the money?" The old man can still press alone.

She didn't bother to explain; everyone around her thought so anyway. There was no need to exaggerate. "Isn't that how you caught up with Auntie back then?"

"No, your aunt... Hey, why is this young boss here again?" The old man looked at Zhou Xingzhi who was running behind him, waved his hand and greeted him.

Chu Yue looked up and saw the person walking across the street with long legs. Her eyebrows knitted slightly. Did he really think this was his home? Why did he come here every day?

"Uncle, are you on duty again?" He naturally put his hand on Chu Yue's shoulder and greeted the uncle with a pleasant face.

He was wearing a black suit and a windbreaker, carrying a bag, his face slightly flushed. Could he have drunk too much at the evening's social gathering?

Looking back at the car, Jiang Tao got out of the driver's seat and waved to her.

"Drinking?"

If you really want to drink, you must never bring it home.

"A little bit." It's rare to hear her care about me so much.

"Then why are you coming to my place? Doesn't Jiang Tao know your home address?" Chu Yue expressed doubts about his words a little bit, and also doubted his purpose of coming to her home.

"I'm not well yet. Don't you have medicine here? If you don't believe me, just feel it." He grabbed Chu Yue's hand and put it on his forehead.

"Why don't you go to the hospital if you're not well? What's the point of coming to me? Besides, you drank alcohol, and taking fever-reducing medicine...will you die?"

Chu Yue quickly turned around and wanted to ask Jiang Tao to take him back or to the hospital, as long as it wasn't with her.

"Go home first. You haven't reported your work to me today, and my computer is still here." Zhou Xingzhi pushed her towards the corridor.

"No... Secretary Jiang... uh, isn't he going to take you to the hospital?" Chu Yue kept looking back to find Secretary Jiang.

He pushed them right to the door of their own home, and the two of them stood there, but no one opened the door.

"Zhou Xingzhi, I've already started working. You don't have to stay here to watch over me!" Chu Yue didn't want to be bothered by him anymore.

Zhou Xingzhi hugged her, buried his head in her neck, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that today."

……

He still had that familiar cedar scent, but with a hint of alcohol.

It was like one afternoon, when grandma and I returned from sketching in the mountains, and grandpa had just seen off a group of guests. The three of us were standing in front of the house and smelled that scent.

She felt a little soft-hearted, the scent of autumn wind lingering in her windbreaker. She sighed softly, "Let's go in and take your temperature. There are fever-reducing patches inside."

I opened the door, went inside, and found the thermometer for him. Sure enough, his temperature wasn't better, 38.6°C. I found the medicine box in the chest of drawers and dug out the fever-reducing patch. Seeing him sitting on the sofa, it suddenly occurred to me that he didn't seem to have showered last night, but his clothes weren't the same ones he'd been wearing the night before.

"you......"

Are we going to ask him to take a shower here? Is he going to sleep here tonight? There won't be any clothes for him to change into after taking a shower.

Zhou Xingzhi raised his head, looked at her innocently, and waited for her to continue.

"Why don't you take a hot shower before applying it? But I may not have any clothes for you to change into." It was impossible to go downstairs to buy anything at this time.

"I have it." He pointed to the bag he had brought hanging on the hanger.

I've been fooled again. This guy came prepared. Chu Yue was helpless and reached out to scratch his eyebrows.

While he was taking a shower, Chu Yue cleaned up the room, put the quilt he had covered himself with last night in the room, and took out her own quilt and pillow. She couldn't let him sleep on the sofa alone. If his high fever didn't subside, he would have an excuse to blame her every day.

Clean up and boil some water in the kitchen.

When he came out of the shower, I pointed at the fever-reducing patch on the chest of drawers and wanted to ask him to put it on, but I found that he had even prepared pajamas!

"Your illness...isn't it that it hasn't healed, but is it that you deliberately haven't healed it?"

"You measured it, it's really not good." He wiped his hair, which was not yet dry. The autumn wind was dry and a little cold.

Never mind. At this point, she didn't want to bother with him. "You sleep in the room tonight, and I'll sleep on the sofa. If your illness doesn't get better, you'll have to rely on me every day."

Zhou Xingzhi didn't force himself, but just listened obediently. Chu Yue discovered that sometimes he really was like a golden retriever, when he was pretending. More often, he was like a wolf.

Take a shower and go to sleep, no matter if it's a wolf or a dog. I have to go to work tomorrow.

Zhou Xingzhi carefully observed the decoration of her room. There was no cabinet, but there were some cosmetics on the dressing table. There was a painting hanging on the wall by the window. It was a quaint town with blue-tiled houses and stone roads. There was a man fishing under the willow trees and a gurgling stream.

She didn't seem to like drawing people or flowers, preferring these architectural scenes. Two rooms. Sleep in one and the sofa in the other. What was the other room? A dressing room? He had never seen it before.

She seems to enjoy reading, and there are quite a few books in her room. The carpet is very soft to the touch, and the color scheme is unique. Unlike the colors on the market, the saturation is relatively low.

There was an incense stick on the bedside table, it smelled like a mixture of grapefruit and lemon, the same scent as her.

Many of her things seem to be solid colors without too much decoration.

On the wall next to the dressing table hung a large calligraphy work, "Shanglin Fu" written in running script, with her seal at the end: "Duobao Xiefeng" in small seal script.

He had seen the seal before. It was kept carefully in a very small box. It was a piece of sky-blue stone with no carvings and was strung with a red rope.

It must have been used for many years and has heavy signs of wear.

Many parts of this house seem to have been decorated by her herself, so it would be difficult to replicate them.

At around two o'clock in the morning, he pushed open the door, tiptoed to the sofa, and tested whether she was asleep. After confirming that she was asleep, he carried her horizontally into the room.

She seemed to be dreaming, her sleep not restful. The dim light from the bedside lamp shone on her face, and she seemed to be aware of it, her brows slightly tightened.

When I met her three years ago, I thought it was just an accident. But later, whenever anyone asked me to introduce a girlfriend, her face would appear in my mind.

Now that we meet again, I'll keep her by my side. No matter what, as long as she's by my side, that's all I need.

"Grandpa... pick chestnuts. Don't be busy with work..." She suddenly turned over and muttered to herself.

Zhou Xingzhi picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bedside table and put them on, looking at her sleeping face carefully.

A few strands of hair stuck to her face, her red lips quivered, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. He carefully lifted her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

"Yueyue, do you really hate me that much?" He asked softly, sitting cross-legged on the carpet beside the bed with a fever patch on his forehead.

The weather was getting colder, so he tucked her in, kissed her on the forehead, turned off the bedside lamp, and went to sleep on the sofa in the living room.

At around 6 o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang and Zhou Xingzhi was woken up. He saw the mobile phone on the drawing table, got up and turned it off, and made breakfast.