Boss, stay!

But whose feelings do not need to be responded to?

When this kind of thing developed to the end, Deng Jin felt like she was soaking in a jar of kimchi. The feeling in her heart was so full that it was about to overflow, and she was so sour that she wanted to shed tears, but no one opened the lid first to take a look, so she never Dare to act rashly.

During the Spring Festival holiday, their company issued a shopping card, and she bought two bags of quick-frozen dumplings, a can of Laoganma and a can of bibimbap sauce by herself in the bustling queue in Xiyang, and returned to the rental house. All the illusory hallucinations can't compare with the desolation at this moment.

She doesn't even have an appetite, and this is her New Year's Eve dinner.

During the Chinese New Year, Deng Jin hid her mobile phone under the mattress, fearing that she would eventually become unbearable to the loneliness and would go into hysteria and call Zhang Dezheng. As long as she had a chance to speak to him, Dugu, who was too full, would betray her. Weak, betraying her mind.

She hung around the house with a plate of dumplings until twelve o'clock, and she didn't feel sleepy. There was no TV, so she could only lie at the window and watch other people set off fireworks.

When she was sleeping, she felt her body vibrating constantly. She rescued her phone from under the mattress. It was Zhang Dezheng who called her and wished her a happy new year. Visit once.

She grabbed the radiator in the corner to stabilize her voice, and she said yes, tears came out so quickly.

She is such an ordinary person, and she can't get rid of this disease of longing for love. If this is also a disease, she is already terminally ill.

Deng Jinduo was glad that she didn't spend all the money in the shopping card, but seeing the scattered dishes in the supermarket, she was extremely frustrated, so she could only buy a few more plates and a new pair of chopsticks.

Then she searched for vegetable shops in the streets and alleys. Fortunately, there was a small vegetable market a few miles away from the residential area she rented. Only one shop was open, and the price of the murder was clearly stated. She hesitated for a while, but still let the bloodletting go Bought a bunch of dishes.

Zhang Dezheng came here at noon, and she had already made four dishes, and there were four more that hadn't been fried yet, which was a bit too grand for a light meal for two people.

But Zhang Dezheng paid more attention to the small room she rented—one bedroom, one kitchen and one bathroom. There is no room for a big fat man to turn around.

The walls in the house are a little peeling off, and a few wallpapers are pasted to cover them. Even if the floor is cleaned up, it can’t hide the oldness of the floor and the age of the furniture. The legs of the dining table are thin and incomplete, and they still need a thick piece of paper to maintain balance. , an unfinished painting stands at the foot of the bed.

Deng Jin was so scrutinized that she lost all confidence, and even felt embarrassed. She forgot to buy wine, and there was no tea at home. The atmosphere at the table was as dull as plain water in a cup, and she couldn't taste the food.

After this meal, Zhang Dezheng watched her put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, and stood at the door of the kitchen to watch her arrange the remaining dishes neatly on the table.

Her kitchen door was so narrow that Zhang Dezheng blocked most of the light. At this moment, she didn't even have the courage to turn around.

It was in such an atmosphere that Zhang Dezheng said to her: "Maybe it's a bit presumptuous to say it, and this occasion is not suitable..." He paused, and then continued unhurriedly: "I think you are alone The day I lived..."

He was not eloquent, so he paused for a while before saying something different: "It should be said, I think you need someone to take care of you, and I... just can do it."

It's not really romantic, not even as good as her college boyfriend, who sent her bouquets of roses and boxes of chocolates.

But these words were too appropriate, like a tailor-made mold, it slipped gently, and just fit into the big hole in her heart, blocking the whistling wind in her heart.

At that time, she still didn't dare to jump up, fearing that her true nature would be revealed and she would scare the other party away.

But Lao Zhang is like a mountain, once the layer of paper is broken, there is no way to hide her little knowledge, but he is as arrogant and indulgent, like a pair of lovers, like raising a daughter, but he will not get bored.

The days with Mr. Zhang are obviously easy. He not only gives her love and care, but also work, and even painting. It was Mr. Zhang who talked about it with friends, and she gradually put the paintings in the gallery for sale. .

There was even a small-scale exhibition where her paintings were included. Without Mr. Zhang, she thought she could not do these things alone.

She even got scars on her chest that she wanted to cover up. She was afraid that the old things would happen again, and Lao Zhang would use the long sword of justice to nail her to the rack once he woke up.

Lao Zhang is the hand that catches the dust, gentle, steady, and reassuring.

At that time, he kissed her tattoo lightly, and kissed the wound under her tattoo. This kiss was like a panacea, which made her feel healed, like a clear spring, which made her burst into tears—so she would, she could never Crying helplessly.

It was in such a tender life that, on her birthday last year, in a tattoo studio near the gallery, she kissed these three words on her chest under the ivy, near her chest.

The tattoo artist reminded her that this thing is easy to kiss, but it is difficult to wash off, and it will leave scars. She never thought about washing it at that time. With these three words, I will live with this person by my side.

At that time she wanted to get married, she was only 23 years old, this was her birthday present to herself.

It's just that Mr. Zhang is very steady and never mentions marriage. She can't rush him. What she thinks is, since she met him, she has had so many hopes and so many surprises. Why can't she give him a surprise? !

She figured out that this festival is already after the Spring Festival this year, which is the fifth day of the new year. Mr. Zhang said that many relatives in his family will be leaving this year, and they will not be free until the fifth day of the new year. They went to see a movie on the fifth day of the new year, and walked all the way from the cinema for a long time During the Chinese New Year, the lanterns on the street are very beautifully decorated.

She made the decision by looking at the two cuddling figures in the overlapping figures illuminated by the bright lights—how much she wants to get married, and how much she wants to be with Mr. Zhang in a more solemn way. , she came to beg.

She had to draw a lot of drafts before she came up with the ring style she liked. When customizing, the professional designer only made a few changes and made it. She also praised her for being willing to put in effort for her boyfriend.

For Mr. Zhang, for this kind of safe, stable and warm relationship that she never had before, she is of course willing to spend her time.

Until last night, when she solemnly handed the ring to Mr. Zhang, seeing the astonishment and joy in Mr. Zhang's eyes, she was still thinking about the future.

Mr. Zhang accepted the ring and did not promise to marry, but she was so happy that she ignored the difference between the two.

Still share the same bed at night.

But the person she was planning to spend the rest of her life with had changed drastically after sleeping in it.

Mr. Zhang was exhausted from running around yesterday, and fell asleep in the morning. He didn't answer the phone, he glanced at it, pressed the ringtone, and fell asleep again.

Deng Jin was purely trying to play tricks, and wanted to pick up the phone and turn it on for hands-free, so that the sound of hello on the other end would wake up Lao Zhang, but when she picked up the phone, she saw a new WeChat message in the message bar—husband , originally wanted to wait for you to come back to surprise you, but I...

Wechat messages can only display so much in the notification bar, she can't see the content behind, but the titles in front are enough to make her hands and feet cold, she sat on the bed with her mobile phone in her hands and there was no movement for a long time, Lao Zhang had already fallen asleep.

What woke her up was the ringtone of her own mobile phone. She looked at the unfamiliar number on the screen, put down Lao Zhang's mobile phone, and carried her own mobile phone out of the bedroom—she was afraid of waking him up.

It was a lady who called and asked politely, "Ms. Deng Jin?"

Deng Jin refused to answer, but instead asked, "What's the matter? Who are you?"

There was a smile over there: "I'm Dezheng's wife. He didn't answer the call just now. Is Dezheng still asleep?"

After being stunned for a moment, Deng Jin couldn't help interrupting the other party's soft voice, and asked anxiously, "Who are you?"

The voice over there was gentle but with a contemptuous smile: "Didn't Dezheng say that he was married? He told me about you! Please tell him, I hope he will come home soon, I will help you He sent a WeChat message, he will understand when he wakes up. Thanks."

It took half an hour to hang up the phone over there before Deng Jin could start thinking. She went through the information and felt that there might be a misunderstanding about this matter. Time paused.

She squatted on the ground to calm down for a while, her heart seemed to have been poured with iron juice, and a hard shell formed after being scalded and burned, which made her heart numb and indifferent, and made her heart as cold as frost.

After she went back, she followed Lao Zhang's habit of setting a password, unlocked Lao Zhang's phone screen lock after two tries, and saw the whole message: "Honey, I wanted to wait for you to come back to surprise you, but I I can't bear it anymore, my mother asked someone to ask the prenatal doctor today, our child is a girl! In five months, you will have a little princess, I miss you."

Behind it is a kissing expression.

After reading WeChat and reading Lao Zhang, she clearly knew the person in her heart, but suddenly it was as strange as if she had never seen him before.