After the actor broke up

"Is there something on your mind?" Although Luo Jingyu felt sad, but seeing that Wenzheng was completely out of shape, he still asked.

"No, I'm just a little tired and want to go home quickly." Wen Zheng smiled at Luo Jingyu.

"Okay, I'll pack it up now. If you think the room is stuffy, you can get some air outside." After Luo Jingyu said to Wen Zheng, he went into the ward to pack his things.

Wen Zheng hugged Xiao Si Nian who fell asleep at some point, looked at the empty hospital corridor, and unconsciously froze.

It wasn't until Jiang Liang'an called "President Wen" a few times that he came back to his senses.

Jiang Liang'an was carrying a few bags. Although his complexion was very bad, his eyes were still a little bright, and he looked at Xiao Si Nian who was sleeping soundly in Wen Zheng's arms with a loving and gentle expression.

"Mr. Wen, can I hug her?" Jiang Liang'an said shyly.

Wen Zheng nodded, and Jiang Liang'an put the gift bags aside, then took Xiao Si Nian from Wen Zheng.The little girl was fast asleep, her petite nostrils were fluttering, her chubby face was as pink as a flower.

There were such cute ones every year.Jiang Liang'an's heart throbbed, he patted the child's back gently, and said, "I'll buy some small gifts for Si Nian, Mr. Wen, don't dislike him either."

"No, you are her godfather." Wen looked at Jiang Liang'an, looking completely normal, "Are you feeling better?"

"En." Jiang Liang'an hugged for a while, and reluctantly returned Xiao Si Nian to Wen Zheng, "Mr. Wen, I'm leaving first."

"Jiang Liang'an, you are the child's godfather, and you often come to see her." Wen Zheng gave Jiang Liang'an the home address of himself and Luo Jingyu, "Okay."

Jiang Liang'an nodded with a smile, "I will. See you, President Wen."

When Jiang Liang'an left, his things were packed.Wenzheng and Luo Jingyu lived with Luo's father and Luo's mother for another half a month before returning to their home.

The distance is not far, and it takes only three to 10 minutes by car. The two elders often visit their granddaughter.

Originally wanted to hire a confinement wife, but Wenzheng was unwilling. He thought he could handle a lot of things at work because the company had already been on the right track, and he could handle most of them at home.So they didn't ask.

"Sin Ruins" is about to be aired, and this time the promotion falls in Jiangcheng. As a main character, Luo Jingyu still goes to promote it.

Wen Zheng waited for Luo Jingyu while cooking at home, but he couldn't handle it well when he was slicing the fish. Wen Zheng, who had always been calm except when facing Luo Jingyu, became irritable, and he suddenly slaughtered the fish into pieces. After eating countless pieces, he pursed his lips and stared at the pool of fish in a daze for a long time, until Si Nian's crying came to mind and brought him back to his senses.

Wenzheng hurriedly ran to the bedroom to comfort the crying little girl, but he raised his hand full of fish meat and blood. He hurriedly washed his hands and wiped it, and came back to hug his daughter to coax him, but he couldn't coax him well.

On weekdays, the well-behaved Si Nian cried desperately, her white and tender face flushed from crying, Wen Zheng hugged her daughter and walked around, sweating profusely, and finally shed tears herself.

Seeing Wenzheng crying, Si Nian actually stopped crying. The little girl who was more than one month old puckered her mouth and kept pursing her mouth.

Only then did Wenzheng realize that the little girl might be hungry.

Putting down Si Nian, Wen Zheng tried to calm himself down and prepare milk powder. His hands trembled and flustered for no reason, and the back of his left hand was burned red when he was preparing milk powder with boiling water. After finally feeding Si Nian, The little girl is wet again.

After changing the diaper, Wenzheng felt her hands were burning and painful, and several large blisters appeared on the back of her red and swollen hands.

Wen Zheng raised his eyes and looked at his watch. It was already eight o'clock in the evening and Luo Jingyu would be back soon. He took a few deep breaths, took out the medicine box and took a rough look at it before going to the kitchen to cook.

When Luo Jingyu came back, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen. He walked to the door of the kitchen and had a conversation with Wen Zheng, then went to the bedroom to see Si Nian. The little girl fell asleep, but her face was red, and there were tears on her eyelashes. , as if extremely wronged.

When Luo Jingyu left the room, Wenzheng came out with food, "Wash your hands and eat."

"Have you ever cried in Si Nian?" Luo Jingyu asked.

"She's hungry, I forgot to cook in the kitchen." Wen Zheng untied his apron and put it aside, subconsciously avoiding his hands, "Let's eat."

"Okay." Luo Jingyu sat on the dining table and served the meal. Wenzheng said that he went to the bathroom and told him to eat first. Luo Jingyu picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the food, which was so salty that he hurried to the kitchen to drink water.

Wen Zheng's craftsmanship has always been so good that there is nothing to say, but now... Luo Jingyu, who was drinking water, thought about it. Wen Zheng hadn't come out of the bathroom when he came out, and Luo Jingyu knocked on the door.

"Little kite."

"My stomach is a little uncomfortable, you can eat first."

"Let's go to the doctor."

"No, no, it will be fine soon."

When Wen Zheng came out, Luo Jingyu had already eaten two bowls of rice.

Luo Jingyu put down the bowl and looked Wenzheng up and down, Wenzheng hid his left hand behind his back, Luo Jingyu's face darkened, Wenzheng panicked: "What's wrong, isn't Lai delicious?"

"My shoulders are a little sore, can you rub them for me?"

"Okay." Wen Zheng walked behind him in response, and the moment Luo Jingyu raised his hand, he held his wrist. Seeing the red, swollen and blistered burn on the back of his hand, he fell silent.

...

The night market was noisy, and Jiang Liangan's omelette business was very good, and the line was full of people.He was busy all the time, and when he was about to push the trolley while he was beating his shoulders after closing the stall, Wen Yan, who was still wearing a suit and just got off work, took the hand and pushed it up. Everyone was staring at this handsome man in a haute couture suit A man who is so remarkable that he is out of place in this night market.

Jiang Liang'an whispered from the side: "Brother Yan, let me push."

"You must have been busy all day." Wen Yan turned to look at Jiang Liang'an, his head covered in sweat, exhausted and haggard, "You take a rest and I'll come."

"Didn't you work all day too? It's full of oil, what do you do if it gets dirty, I'll do it myself, I'm not tired."

After hearing Jiang Liang'an's words, Wen Yan's hands froze, and he continued to push forward without speaking, but his usual gentle expression became a bit ugly and complicated.

One thing that life taught Jiang Liang'an is to read words and expressions. Seeing Wen Yan's expression was not good-looking, he withdrew his outstretched hand, and then silently followed behind him.

From the noisy night market to the quiet and dilapidated streets.It was still a bit cold in spring, Jiang Liang'an, who took off his coat and only wore a T-shirt because the omelette spread was too hot, followed Wen Yan with his arms folded.

The edge of the city is authentic, the street lights are monotonous, and the color is yellow and lonely.Except for the sound of small carts rolling by, there is only the sound of stray cats and dogs fighting for food.

Wen Yan stopped the car, and when he took off his coat and wanted to put it on Jiang Liangan, who looked at him suspiciously, the other party refused.

After knowing each other for many years, this is the third time Jiang Liang'an has rejected him.

The first time was before the Jiang family fell, Jiang Liang'an refused to stop admiring him.

The second time was when Jiang Liang'an came to his senses, refused to stay by his side, and packed up his few things and came back here alone.

The third time is now, he refused the coat in his hand, lowered his head and said: "No need, brother Yan, don't get dirty, I'm sweaty and oily."