After reading the book, I just want salted fish

On the morning of July 10.

Che Xiayun watched the entertainment news as usual. In just two days, the group got out of the quagmire of public opinion at the beginning. It not only reversed the rumors, but also showed the public a wave of hard power. The stock also recovered from the trough. Get up, the future trend is very good.

The group has survived this crisis safely, what will happen after that?

According to the development of the plot, the male protagonist has already appeared, and Ma Qingyu will leave her side sooner or later. If this happens again, where will I find an acting chairman who is comparable to her to handle the matter?And how can you be sure that the person you find isn't trying to harm you?

Che Xiayun suddenly fell into deep thought.

If you can't find a suitable candidate, you will be kicked out of the shelves. How can it be a simple matter to manage this huge group? At that time, working from [-] to [-] is unavoidable.

Everything seems to be developing in a direction that deviates from my own wishes.

Che Xiayun took a look at his current situation, and his mood gradually became heavy. It has only been less than a month since he passed through, and he has suffered from minor injuries and major injuries, and even damaged his glands. According to this momentum If you go on, your own life will be lost sooner or later.

Hey, it's too difficult. I just want to live a good life and be a quiet salted fish. Why can't I achieve it?

Just when she was worried, the phone rang, and it was Ma Qingyu calling.

Che Xiayun answered the phone, "Hello?"

She waited for a while, but no one answered, her brows gradually furrowed, and when she was about to call Ma Qingyu's name, a low hum came from the receiver, "Hmm."

Che Xiayun's brows stretched, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Ma Qingyu seemed to put the microphone close to his mouth, and even the slightest joy could be conveyed, "I'll be back tonight."

This kind of joy spread to Che Xiayun's ears along the sound track, and it also made her mood a little brighter, "Okay."

The slight breathing of the two gradually became the main theme of this conversation. Ma Qingyu suddenly changed the subject, "I went to the police station to see Zhang Youcheng."

Che Xiayun pinched a piece of fabric from the corner of her clothes, "Yes."

Ma Qingyu continued, "It will take at least several months for the police station to investigate and collect evidence, and then the procuratorate will file a public prosecution and go to court."

Che Xiayun responded, "How long will he be sentenced?"

Ma Qingyu replied, "Death penalty."

Che Xiayun raised his head and looked out the window, "It's good."

She suddenly thought that if Ma Qingyu could stay by her side all the time, it seemed to be the best solution for both worlds.

*

In the afternoon, Ma Mingzhe came to the hospital suddenly to visit Che Xiayun.

He also brought a lot of things, a bunch of big and small bags, and asked with concern, "Xia Yun, are you feeling better?"

Che Xiayun sat cross-legged on the bed, "It's better."

"Hey, that's right." Ma Mingzhe sat on the chair beside the bed, "The most important thing is to be healthy."

Che Xiayun smiled, "Thank you father-in-law for your concern."

Ma Mingzhe pondered for a while, "That's right, I came today to ask how you and Qing Yu get along."

Che Xiayun frowned slightly, why did he suddenly ask this?

In terms of emotion and reason, he should be able to tell from his indifferent attitude before that he and Ma Qingyu are nothing more than sex.

Why did you suddenly bring this topic up on the table?

Ma Mingzhe smiled and explained, "Don't get me wrong, I just care about you."

Che Xiayun replied casually, "We are fine."

"That's good," Ma Mingzhe breathed a sigh of relief, "I saw Qing Yu walking with a boy a few days ago, and thought you two had a fight, and I was shocked."

Che Xiayun secretly poked and rolled his eyes. I'm afraid he didn't learn such a low-level green tea method from Pan Anqi, "Father-in-law, you are joking. I was still in a coma a few days ago. Why did I quarrel with her?"

Ma Mingzhe smiled, "That's right, you usually have a good relationship, and you don't mind if you go to the bar separately."

"really."

Che Xiayun knew that he was probably lying to him, but he still couldn't help but think of the hero Wu Quan. In the original book, Ma Qingyu met Wu Quan in a bar.

Ma Mingzhe thought for a while, "Last time, Qingyu mentioned to me that there is a boy who looks a bit like you, and I still laughed at her, where is the resemblance, nose, mouth and eyes, nothing alike."

He turned on the phone, took out a photo, and handed it to Che Xiayun, "Come on, take a look for yourself, does this boy look like you?"

Che Xiayun recognized the identity of the owner of the photo with just one glance, and it was Wu Quan.

The boy was very thin, with white and tender skin, and a very good-looking boy. The photo was a passport photo. He was wearing a blue and white summer school uniform with two collar buttons open, revealing half of his collarbone.

Ma Mingzhe glanced at her, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "Is it not the same at all, and I don't know what she thinks."

Che Xiayun handed the phone back, "No, it looks similar."

The corners of Ma Mingzhe's mouth twitched, Che Xiayun's facial features were clearly superior to Wu Quan's by many times, "Really? I don't think it looks very similar."

Che Xiayun said flatly, "It varies from person to person."

Ma Mingzhe nodded, thoughtfully, "That's true."

Before Che Xiayun could answer, he said to himself again, "Qing Yu told me before that she likes children quite a bit, and I don't know if your glands can recover. If not, it would be a pity indeed. .”

Che Xiayun looked at him, "How do you know I can't recover?"

Ma Mingzhe quickly waved his hand, "That's not what I mean, I'm just worried that the worst will happen."

Che Xiayun sneered, "I don't like children."

Ma Mingzhe immediately followed her words and said, "It's good not to have children, so that no one will disturb your two-person world."

Che Xiayun snorted softly, "I'll talk about the future."

*

After Ma Mingzhe achieved his goal, he left. This afternoon, everyone heard the sound of things being smashed in the ward, and no one dared to ask more questions, for fear of implicating himself.

It wasn't until the sun gradually set and the sunset glowed in the room through the window, and Aunt Xu came to deliver dinner with an insulated box, that Che Xiayun came to open the door.

Embarrassed, depressed, depressed.

Not only did Che Xiayun make a mess of the ward, but she accidentally broke open the wound on her hand. The blood stained the gauze, and as time passed, it gradually solidified on the gauze, making it look dirty.

As soon as Aunt Xu entered the door, her eyes turned red when she saw her appearance, "Young master, what's wrong with you? You can vent your bad mood, but you have to take care of your body."

Che Xiayun supported the door frame and closed it with a bang, blocking the looking eyes from outside, "I'm fine."

Aunt Xu put the thermos box on the tea table, with tears in her eyes, "Young master, do you know how many people will worry about you when you look like this? I watched you grow up, and I didn't have any children of my own. You should suffer a little." The wound is like cutting my flesh."

Che Xiayun lowered her head, not daring to refute, "I know, it won't be like this in the future."

She just wanted to create momentum, and she did it for Ma Mingzhe, and didn't want to really hurt herself, but who knew that the wound opened accidentally, and she didn't notice when she smashed things.

Aunt Xu sniffed, but couldn't help but shed tears, "So young master, you can't be so willful."

Che Xiayun quickly tore up two pieces of paper and handed them over, a little embarrassed, "I won't, Aunt Xu, stop crying."

Aunt Xu choked and said, "During the time you were in a coma, Madam stayed in the hospital all day long. Everyone noticed that she couldn't eat or sleep well. They both worried about you and felt sorry for her. Why didn't you feel uncomfortable?"

"Yeah," Che Xiayun hurriedly wiped her tears with a tissue, "I promise I won't do this in the future."

Aunt Xu calmed down, "Everyone is actually worried about you, and they don't mean to blame you."

Che Xiayun squeezed the tissue and muttered, "I know."

"It's good to know." Aunt Xu looked at the mess in the house, "I'll clean up the house first, and I'll call the nurse to change your medicine later."

Che Xiayun pointed to the heat preservation box, "Well, shall I eat first then?"

Aunt Xu put the waste on the coffee table into the trash can, and made a space for her to eat, "Okay, there is fish soup tonight, I asked the doctor, you can eat other things next week, Just not too greasy and spicy."

"That's great, I'm tired of drinking porridge every day."

Che Xiayun opened the insulated box beautifully, took a sip of the fish soup first, "Well, it smells so good."

Aunt Xu looked at her, "I cooked it myself, and it took two hours."

Che Xiayun took another sip and praised, "So it was made by Aunt Xu. I just said why it tastes so good."

Aunt Xu couldn't help showing a smile, "Drink more if it tastes good."

She bent down to tidy up the ward, holding back the words in her heart, and always felt uncomfortable if she didn't ask, "Did something unhappy happen to the young master this afternoon?"

Che Xiayun didn't dare to look at her, and sipped her soup sullenly, "No, it's just that I'm in a bad mood and want to smash something."

Aunt Xu was persuasive, "Young Master, if you are in a bad mood, you can tell us. Don't hold it back by yourself. When the master and the others passed away, you were like this too. It always makes people worry."

Che Xiayun took a spoonful of pork ribs and yam porridge, put it to his mouth and let it cool, "It's useless to tell you some things."

Aunt Xu looked at her, "But it will make you feel a lot better if you say it."

"Oh." Che Xiayun started to drink porridge again.

dong dong dong-

Someone was knocking on the door, Aunt Xu put down what she was doing, and hurried to open the door, "Who is it?"

Ma Qingyu responded, "Me."

Aunt Xu let her in sideways, "Madam is back, have you had dinner yet?"

Che Xiayun's head was almost buried in the bowl, trying to reduce her sense of existence, she was a little dumbfounded, didn't Ma Qingyu say that she would only come back at night?If I look like this, I will be trained again.

Hey, she thought it was okay when Aunt Xu said it so clearly, but Ma Qingyu didn't say it clearly, the gentleness was so frightening that she couldn't stand it at all.

Ma Qingyu pursed her lips, looked at the child on the sofa who was drinking porridge, "I didn't eat."

Aunt Xu opened the other layer of the insulation box, "Fortunately, I have prepared two porridges, this one is red dates and pumpkin porridge, madam, would you like to try it?"

"it is good."

Ma Qingyu sat opposite Che Xiayun, and naturally saw her dusty side face and blood-stained hands.

Che Xiayun didn't dare to look up, but the porridge in the bowl was almost finished.

Ma Qingyu knocked on the table next to her, "Can you pass me the spoon?"

"Oh, okay." Che Xiayun hurriedly raised his head and handed over the cutlery box, "Here."

Ma Qingyu's eyes fixed on her hand, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Che Xiayun subconsciously withdrew her hand and hid it under the table, not daring to look at her, "I accidentally broke the wound."

Ma Qingyu lowered his eyes, "This afternoon?"

Che Xiayun nodded obediently, "Yes."

Ma Qingyu didn't say anything more, she added weakly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The wound on Che Xiayun's hand was not deep, and the surface of the wound was relatively small. They were basically abrasions, which were usually difficult to tear. Ma Qingyu knew very well that breaking away accidentally was just an excuse, "Are you full?"

"I'm full." Che Xiayun quickly put down the spoon.

Ma Qingyu got up and took out the medicine box, beckoning to her, "Come here, let me treat your wound."

Che Xiayun handed her his hand. When the gauze was taken apart, the blood stains became deeper and deeper, and the last layer of gauze was stuck to the wound by the coagulated blood.

Ma Qingyu cut off the gauze with scissors, held her hand, and carefully peeled off the last layer of gauze.

Che Xiayun burst into tears, it hurt so much.

Ma Qingyu glanced at her, "Don't cry."

Che Xiayun wrinkled her nose, her eyes were red, and Xiaolu's eyes looked pitiful, "I didn't cry, it was a physiological reaction."

Ma Qingyu sprayed the debridement potion on her wound, and whispered, "It's okay to cry."

As soon as the debridement potion was applied to the wound, Che Xiayun's hands were shaking in pain, and a few more tears fell down, aggrieved, "I really didn't cry, the tears came down by themselves."

Ma Qingyu was amused by her, and wiped off the excess fluid around the wound with a sterile cotton ball, "Well, tears have a lot of ideas."

Che Xiayun sniffed, "You have to trust me."

Ma Qingyu wrapped gauze around her palm, looked up at her, "Of course I believe you."